#rosey the revenger

[decimal86]

Drew some secret bosses to celebrate Deltarune's upcoming third and fourth chapters!

Credits under cut:

Sockswald: The Winterer

Gospell: Chart Carr

Petaly: Jas

Screepto: Local Hooligan

Radiola: Modtro64

Rael: Direct to Darkness

Astrochew: HogRidah

Lumia: Kate Bulka

M1K3: Sad Bread Official

Rosey: Bob T.C.

Loggy: TumourLoaf

Hypergoner: ColonThreeClef

Western: Kael Salesman

Serif: Emihead

Wilter: RazFraz

Sheriff Cottonmouth:

Foane: ZET

Connor: BlueLonerWolf

Camellia: Radiant Vulpine

[spixster]

Everyday I draw a Secret Boss for funsies - Axhorn, Screepto, Rosey (Day 6)

If you wanna see me draw any specific secret boss then comment bellow and chances are I'll probably do it.

Axhorn: u/SolarPunch33

Screepto: Local H00ligan

Rosey: Bob. T. C

[teddybearty]

Ten! Tenth batch of attacks!! 💜🧸

Characters belong to:

(first image is from bottom to top) @onyxxart + me + SeaSaltJelly (Twitter) + @st4rryshy , J_BiggityBar (AF/Twitter), @suonova , MrPopoggers (Art Fight), @sad-nooting-tuna , @goblinpinkwizard , GreenEnemy (Art Fight), asheasheashe (Art Fight), @maneslion2 & bobateaii (AF/ IG)

[elijones94]

🤖 Rosey the Robot Maid 🛸

[viktoriaashleyyx]

Dedicated to every big sister who needed a big sister. To Kirsten, Thank you for being mine ❤️

A lot happens in this chapter. New OC Staff in Spring and we travel back to the House of Wind, this time to meet with Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn. Fair warning: I never read ACOSF, everything I know about Gwyn and Emerie I read on Tumblr. If there is an ACOSF edit out there that only includes the parts with the Valkyries, please let me know.

This is a pro Tamlin, anti Rhysand self insert revenge fic. All characters belong to SJM, but she wasn't treating them right. Tam x reader, Tam x Rhysands Sister (OC), First person narrative. This will also reference Elucien and Neris in the future but we aren't there yet.

Word Count 2900

Ch1

Ch 8 >> Ch 10

Chapter 9:

As the citizens returned slowly, Tamlin began rehiring the staff at the manor. This was always an uncomfortable feeling for me, to have people who waited on me and cleaned and cared for my home. This place was vast and ultimately belonged to the people of Spring, and I understood the jobs it created. Tamlin did pay them well, of course I insisted on that, but he had been for his entire reign, so it didn't need changing. 

“Good morning, Lady.” a small frame nymph with light teal skin and soft rosey cheeks greeted me outside my room. It caught me off guard, but her sweet smile relaxed me. “My name is Amara and Tamlin offered me the job of your assistant, if you would like?” She further explained, searching my face for any indication of favor. 

My shocked face softened, this is the life of royalty again, I am not ignorant to it, but it has been a while since I've endured this experience. “Hello Amara, it is lovely to meet you. What kinds of jobs are you hoping to perform here, exactly?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

“Well, Tamlin just sent me here to see what you needed. I like cooking and making large magical feasts that everyone enjoys. I'm not too fond of the clean up after, I can also sew really well..” she rambled and I listened intensely. 

“I would definitely appreciate the help in the kitchen,” I giggled, “tell me, what is your favorite meal to cook?” I asked and I began leading her towards the kitchen. 

“My favorite is making homemade bread, I even brought my own sourdough starter in my bag here!” She reached into her bag and pulled out a large heavy jar with the living yeast inside. How did she fit anything else in there?  

“Yum! You begin on the bread and I will clean up after you, how does that sound? Just tell me what to do.” She was awestruck as we entered the large kitchen now at her disposal. “Anything you need, you let me know and I will get it for you. I am excited to finally have some help around here.” I gave her a wide smile and she returned it. She squealed as she got to work, rummaging through the cupboards for the ingredients she needed. 

She sat me at the table with a cutting board and a knife, “Here, you can chop up the fruit to go with it.” She demanded, more out of excitement than disrespect. 

“Yes ma’am” I giggled and did as I was told. 

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After showing Amara around the manor and to her room, one of the large guest rooms, as we planned to renovate the “servants quarters” to be bigger and more equal to that of the guest rooms, I prepared to complete the tasks I had originally planned for today. I hate the term “servants,” they are professionals hired to do a job I don't have the time or skills to complete myself. I left her to settle in and decorate her room to her liking. I had apologies to give out today. 

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I arrived at the door to the House of Wind and knocked on the large iron door. Feyre's sister opened it and gave me a disgusted look. 

“Rhysand and Feyre are not here, this is my home now and I would appreciate it if you would leave me be.” Nesta snapped.

“It's you I am here to see. We got off on the wrong foot. I am truly sorry for using Fayre’s pain against my brother, it was wrong of me, and I would like an opportunity to explain.” I requested, Nesta softened and proceeded to open the door further and gestured me inside. “The spell I used could not kill her, it was purely theatrics, I relied on my brother not knowing that.” 

“It was in incredibly poor taste.” Nesta scolded me. I could see the power she held, power she wasn't even fully aware of. She was strong, forced to be. 

“You're right.” I commended, “I would like to earn your forgiveness.” 

“And how would you go about doing that?” 

“I could start by teaching you how to protect your mind, you live in close proximity to a powerful and self serving daemati, I am shocked they haven't taught you themselves.” I followed her as she invited me to, and she led me to a large kitchen, where two other women sat at the table, a red haired priestess and a stunningly beautiful illyrian. 

“This is Gwyn and Emerie,” Nesta introduced us, gesturing to each girl, “and this is Rhysands sister, Sky? I believe,” I nodded at her. 

“I am sorry I didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back another time.” I offered. 

“It's fine, we were just talking about what a bitch Cassian is.” Gwyn giggled. Nesta glared at her, but she brushed it off. 

“Oooh! Okay I am invested, catch me up, which one is he again?” I still couldn't remember their names, but that was mostly due to my apathy for the Night Court clowns. 

Apparently, Cassian and Nesta were ‘mates’ but he sure didn't act like it. Gwyn and Emerie gave me a few stories of his cowardice and what they witnessed in how he treated her. I stopped them when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nesta begin to shrink in embarrassment. 

“It is not that easy to leave him. We are mated.” Nesta sighed. I could tell she wasn't happy, Cassian didn't love her, and she knew it. 

“Nesta,” a gentle command to request her eyes fall to me, “you hold the power to weave your own destiny. The mating bond means nothing if you do not want it to.” 

“But they said I would be shackled to him for eternity. That I would always long for him no matter how hard I tried to let go.” Nesta spoke softly, remembering the atrocities the Night court committed against her to force her into Cassian's grasp. She had fought so hard against it, but they broke her down. 

“That is called having a heart, sweetie, and also a bunch of bullshit used to manipulate you. You can sever the bond as easily as cutting a string, but truly the one who suffers the most is the male. Who cares? Let him suffer.” She had clearly never had the mating bond explained so bluntly to her. “All the mating bond means is that the cauldron, the mother, or the gods, whichever you choose to believe,” I waved my hand in the air dramatically, “would find it entertaining to see you two together. Weave your own fate out of spite. I fully believe you can.” I looked deep into her eyes, tears began forming in them, she wasn't used to hearing that what she wanted mattered. "No one tells Nesta what to do, not even the gods.” 

Her face shifted to a rage full understanding. The Night court broke her down because she allowed them to. They harnessed the little ignorance she had of Prythia and the love she held for her sisters to keep her contained. Not anymore. It was time she chose herself. 

“You need to get out of Night. That would be the first step. You are always welcome in Spring with me, but if that doesn't sit right with you I have made friends across all of Prythia, just choose a court and I will ensure your living quarters are prepared and properly warded to give you the peace and freedom you need. Just say the words and you will no longer be a prisoner of the Night Court.” 

Nesta looked at me, a quick spark of hope flashed in her eyes before she averted her gaze to her lap, deep in thought.  

My gaze fell on the illyrian woman sitting in front of me, something was off about her. Her wings. Her wings were clipped. “Your wings are clipped.” I blurted out in shock. I should've handled that with more grace. 

“Uh, yeah? I don't know any illyrian women whose aren't, save for royalty.” She sneered, gesturing to mine. Fair, my utterly useless brother couldn't even ban wing clipping properly. I'm sure he tried, but it was just performative nonsense once again. 

“Would you like me to heal them?” I asked, softer this time. 

Her face lined with confused disdain. “You can do that?” 

“Oh yes,” I reached into my pocket portal, and grabbed a purple potion, rejuvenation. “Here, it tastes like really bad wine.” 

She cautiously took the potion from my hands. “This little vial will pull my wings back together?” 

“Yes, unfortunately there will be a scar. I've had to use it after a gravier decided my wings made good toothpicks.” I said that too cheerfully, she shuddered at the thought. I didn't expect her to know what a gravier was, but she was smart and could deduce it wasn't a pleasant creature. 

“Admittedly, I am nervous, I heard what you did to Feyre. Why should I trust you?” Emerie eyed the vial and weighed the risks. 

“Would you feel better if I drank one first?” I offered reassurance, “you can keep that, you don't have to take it right now, or ever. I have the means to help and would like to give you the choice.” 

Emerie studied the purple liquid in the vial, was that hope that flashed in her eyes? She didn't know of a single illyrian woman who could use their own wings, she had dreamed of being able to soar the skies. Why have them if she can't use them? 

“Inside the vial consists of a mix of three plants, Heart of the wild, Golden Sansam and Dreamfoil. While exiled, I studied and excelled in Alchemy. As an illyrian myself I have found no indication of these plants causing any harm or adverse effects. I will remain close and watch for any signs if you would like…” I trailed off noticing Emerie wasn't really listening. The other girls watched her intensely. Emerie had been through so much, betrayed so often, and now it was a matter of putting trust in Rhysands sister to possibly regain use of her wings. 

“I never even learned how to fly..” she whispered, “I wouldn't know where to even begin.” 

I took her hand in both of mine, “I will teach you. You deserve this. Your wings never should have been mutilated in the way they were… it's time to fly.” I looked at her with bright eyes. Tears welled in hers. 

“What if it doesn't work?” The many different emotions were becoming too much for her. Hope, hope to regain what had been stolen from her. 

“Then I will scour the realms to find something that does.” I promised. I had the means and the power to do so. 

With shaky hands she removed the lid, Nesta and Gwyn looking on in shock. “Now spread your wings out fully, and hold them there for a minute or 2 after taking the entire vial.” I got up and walked behind her to see to it the potion would work. She threw her head back and downed every drop. 

“Ugh,” she winced, “you did tell me it would taste like rotten wine.” 

“My apologies,” I muttered as Nesta and Gwyn jumped up and ran to watch the magic. I held my hands no more than an inch away from the scars on each wing, careful as to not actually touch the sensitive skin, willing the magic of the potion to the correct spot. 

The scars down her wings began to reopen and tie themselves together. Gwyn reached for Emeries hand, without removing her eyes from the magic she was witnessing. She knew what this would mean to Emerie. 

“Okay, close them and stretch them a few times, slowly,” a gentle command. She did so. Just as I warned, the scars remained but the wings were fully intact. “Beautiful!, I would give yourself a few days before putting any weight on them. Stretch, flap, and soak them to prepare the muscles. I can return in one week, if you would like, to begin teaching you.” She flicked her wings forward towards her and she fell back, not used to them actually catching wind. Nesta and I caught her and stood her back up. She then ran to the large mirror on the wall and admired the powerful wings of hers. Stretching them, twitching them, giggling and crying at the same time. I could see tears welling up in both Nesta and Gwyn as they watched her, hearts swelling with happiness, as did mine. 

“Thank you! I never could’ve dreamed this would be possible!” Emerie turned to me with the biggest smile, wiping away the tears of happiness that flowed down her face. She stretched her wings out wide, with pride. And ran to us, gripping all three of us in a giant hug, encasing us in her wings. She looked up at me, resting a gentle hand on my cheek as I returned the gesture. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with happiness. “What do I owe you?” 

I was taken aback by that question. Why would she owe me anything? What a horrid place the Night court is to anyone who is not a citizen of Velaris. “To see your smile, and to watch you fly, would be the best payment of all. You owe me nothing but that.” 

She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and I slid mine around her back, embracing her for a few seconds. 

“It is getting late, I must be getting home.” I commented pulling away. “Remember, soak, stretch, and flap.” She gave me a nod, still so happy she could barely talk. “I will return in one week. But do keep in mind, the Spring Court has always been a sanctuary for those escaping abuse, and if you ever need it, we will welcome you and all of your sisters with open arms.” 

“Ugh. I don't know if I could ever trust Tamlin. He treated my sister like his property and sold me and Elain out to Hybern. I'd still be human if it weren't for him.” Nesta grimaced. 

“You should hear the way your sister speaks of you, Nesta” I responded softly, almost a whisper, “All I am saying is that your sources might not be credible. And Feyre sold you out to Ianthe, after Tamlin explicitly warned her that Hybern spies were still hanging around. Tamlin and Lucien are both innocent in that regard.” 

Nesta was stunned, Feyre had blamed everything on Tamlin. But how was it any different than when Feyre blamed her for their suffering in the cottage? 

I bowed to the girls before opening a portal and taking my leave. 

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It was late when I arrived in the manor, all the candles had been snuffed and the staff had returned home for the night. I knew Tamlin would still be up waiting for me. With a flick of my wrist, all the sconces down the hallway to Tamlins office lit up. Fire magic wasn't my strong suit, but I still had it. 

He sat there reading something or another, I was exhausted and didn't care. “Welcome home, sweetheart.” A deep tired voice mumbled as he put down his book and looked up at me. Without saying anything I dropped myself into his lap. He held me for a few moments. 

“I'm tired of being a person,” I whined into his chest, “I want to be ‘baby’ now.” He continued to hold me, rubbing my back and resting his lips on my temple. We sat there like that until my stomach growled, in the events of the day I had forgotten to eat. 

“Let's go, we are going to get you a snack.” He stood up and carried me to the kitchen. There was no point in arguing with him, I just wanted sleep, but he was right, I needed food.

He sat me down on the counter as he looked through the fridge for something quick. He pulled out a charcuterie board immaculately designed by, I'm guessing, Amara. I didn't believe he would be able to put this together. He picked up a cube of pepper jack cheese and fed me, while giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead. 

“Her wings were clipped.” I whispered, “almost shredded entirely. The one thing my brother has claimed to do for Illyria, and he doesn't even feel the need to enforce it.” I was lost in thought, the images of her wings, my imagination filling in the blanks of little girls, screaming as their wings are stolen from them. He just listened, carefully. “I can't just relax here, safe in my own court, knowing these atrocities are happening to my sisters.” I looked at him with tears in my eyes. 

He brushed my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “I have no problem welcoming them here, I have always offered sanctuary for people seeking safety.” 

“I know, I've already offered it,” I gave him a sad smile. 

“Just tell me what you need from me and you will have it.” He gave me another kiss on my forehead, and wrapped his arms around me.

Tag list: @ladythornofrivia @rcarbo1 @rin-u-pos @knoxic @lilah-asteria @littlefantasylover @julesvanslutta @thefatesofspring

[dixidin]

♰𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈! /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

Notes: I promised you guys I'd give them to you, so here we are. Anywho! Here's all the Argenthill (Argenti/Boothill) headcanons that I have. If you'd like, drop some other scenarios for these losers that I can use next time <3 (FYI, sorry if the formatting is a bit weird! Will potentially change it in the future)

Pet names (for each other)

Boothill: Darlin', rosey, hun', sweetheart, cutie, pretty boy, sugar, dimples (my hc for Argenti!), snookums (joke)

Argenti: Dearest, my rose, honey, lovely, dove, beloved, loverman (yes, based off the Ricky Montgomery song)

Hands

Boothill (when he had human hands): Pretty rough and calloused, maybe a few old scars here and there, wears rings a lot, probably bites his fingernails (causing them to be very jagged or even bleed due to his shark teeth)

Argenti: Very smooth and well taken care of, occasionally painted nails, but always trims them, a few moles here and there

Sleeping positions/habits

Boothill: Snores, knocked out like a light every time he sleeps on top of Argenti (wasn't really held that much), only wears red flannel pants to sleep (....whore...)

Argenti: The only one used to it, occasionally drools, usually sleeps on top of Boothill due to his robotic body, always gives Boothill forehead kisses when the outlaw does sleep on top of him. Night gown, bunny slippers, sleeping mask, you get the gist.

Both pretty light sleepers, but Argenti is definitely a bit heavier than Boothill

Both/Customs: They normally hold hands and face each other's foreheads when sleeping

Mornings:

Boothill usually wakes up before Argenti (which results in Argenti to stir and wake up himself), but Boothill always gives him a kiss to the back of his head and whispers a "Rest easy, hun'" or "Get some sleep, darlin'"

Random "opposite" headcanons

Boothill: Likes Venus fly traps. Collects bottles caps, lighters, hour glasses, and marbles

Argenti: Likes white roses with red tint. Collects small potion like bottles, candles, pocket watches, and jewelry

Drink dates:

Boothill takes Argenti out to bars, while Argenti takes Boothill out for tea parties. It's unusual to see an outlaw like Boothill sip from a tea cup, and weird to see a knight like Argenti to sit at a large stool sipping some wine. But it's a wholesome moment between the two and pretty healthy by introducing each other to stuff that they like that the other might not be too used to. (They make me ill)

Movie nights

Boothill's main movies: Django unchained, The harder they fall, Silence of the lambs, and The man who knew too much (Action, Thriller, Western revenge, and occasional Sci-fi)

Argenti's main movies: Pride & Prejudice, Her, Melancholia, and Elizabeth (Drama, Fantasy, Crime, and occasional Period romance)

Together, they create Brokeback Mountain (they sob everytime they watch it)

Dancing

Boothill: Tango, Quickstep, and Waltz. Literally flustered the entire time

Argenti: Ballroom dance, Foxtrot, and Waltz. Helped Boothill learn how to waltz

Cooking

Boothill: 4/10. Considering he's mostly robotic and usually gets drunk, he doesn't have that much knowledge when it comes to cooking. The worst is it being extremely burnt, and the best is when it's edible and helps you live long enough

Argenti: 6/10. Just a smidge better than Boothill, still a bit clueless when it comes to cooking. Rather a baker than a cooker

Carrying each other

Boothill: 8/10. Literally so easy. The only -2 points are that he can still slightly feel the weight (more noticeable when Argenti is wearing armor) and if Argenti has collapsed or is injured in his arms

Argenti: 7/10. A bit harder to carry cause of the large amount of metal (he's a strong boy, so dw), maybe a bit shaky the first few times Argenti picked him up

Random extra hcs and I don't know where to put </3

Boothill has flirted with Argenti many, many times when drunk, not even realizing that's his partner. Argenti always teases the cowboy about it the next day.

Boothill: .... why do ya' have.. mushrooms?

Argenti: I just think they're neat!

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[theixwynart]

.: Making Deliveries & Making Friends :.

Revenge piece for Art Fight 2024.

Golden Boy asked to help with donut deliveries to spend time with his crush, Strawberry Frosted. He didn't count on her getting caught up chatting with her friend, Rosey Ribbon, while en route, however. 

Ponies, right to left: Golden Boy by Theixwyn Rosey Ribbons by Honeyycloud  Strawberry Frosted by Theixwyn 

[greatestcreations]

Deltarune recreated chapter 3 empress jades story.

WHO IS EMPRESS JADE

empress jade is the main villain of chapter 3 of deltarune recreated.

she represents the sin of lust because of her lust for power and p%rn. yes, unfortunately she's a p%rn addict but I'm going to explain it better so no controversies will start.

ABOUT HER ADDICTION

she has this addiction because of her loneliness. she has never been married in her life so she uses p%rn to cope with it. by watching it and doing it with Mr. five star. she pays him by the way to do it. he is only doing it for the money.

luckily so my au won't become the most hated out of them none of this stuff is actually shown or mentioned directly it's just hinted at.

and plus, after meeting color king she falls in love with him and let's go of all of her porn addictions and lust and find's real love like it Always should have been. the two end up becoming married in the end and they both end up happy.

so, I hope that part won't spark up any hate.

HER LORE.

empress jade is the queen of the dark world in the dreemurr house.

and all she wants is to see her people happy.

one day her and her people were brainwashed by the knight into thinking they were abandoned by the lightners and no longer had purpose. and this sparked mass depression on her people.

day by day darkners would end their lives knowing they meant nothing.

empress jade and her sister knew they had to do something.

so, one day the knight created a dark fountain. but because the room didn't have a specific theme, the fountain became weak and unstable and crystalized the dark world turning it into a wasteland.

the crystals were dangerous and would turn the darkners into monster's however empress jade saw them as a gift from the knight. she saw power inside that could be harvested. and she believed they could make her people happy again. but little did she know they would cause more harm than good.

her sister Agatha however knew they were dangerous and tried to warn her not to use them. but jade didn't listen and casted her own sister out of the kingdom because she thought she was a traitor and didn't want her people to be happy. Agatha ends up becoming the secret boss of the chapter. but that story was already told.

so, after that she spreaded the crystals throughout the kingdom thinking she was making people happy again. but she was just making things worse and worse.

after a while she didn't just want to crystalize the dark world. but the lightworld as well.

so, she captured toriel to help with her plan. kind of like how queen wanted to make a knight out of Noelle jade wanted to make a roaring knight out of toriel so she could help make people happy. say's sarcastically.

by the end of the chapter, she is confronted, and Rosey makes her realize the damage she has done and how she could have made it even worse if she continued the plan.

empress jade feels really guilty and pleads for mercy explaining how she just wanted her people to be happy again.

and because all she was trying to do was help save her people and she didn't mean any harm she is forgiven.

to make up for her actions she let toriel go and let them seal the fountain, knowing it's the only way to free her people from the crystal curse.

they are recruited to the tokyo region aka the castle town of the au and everyone is happy.

HER CONNECTIONS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS.

before the apocalypse she adopted an orphaned spirit animal darkner known as hunter who has spent his entire life looking for his family believing they are still alive and somewhere out there

jade cares for him and wants the best for him. however, because of his skilled training she sends him out on dangerous missions putting him in life threatening situations.

her connection with ralph is that she want's to help him.

ralph has been neglected by toriel for a while and jade feels bad for him.

eventually he convinces him to help her in return of getting revenge on toriel. so basically, ralph does become an antagonist in this chapter.

she once dated the champion, but the champion mistreated her, and they ended up breaking up.

she mistreats toriel cause of how toxic she sees her as. she locks her in a cage and sometimes enslaves her.

and like I said with color king. they fall in love and find happiness

her connection with Agatha. after neglecting her she did feel mass guilt and wanted to apologize but could never find her.

and there isn't much to say about Mr. five star.

in the light world she is a worn-out dress that toriel no longer wears.

and that is the full story. I hope you liked it. comment your opinions on it. what you like and don't like about it. I think I can already tell what most of you won't like about it.

and also comment if i should make more posts like this

[heartbeatan]

The Art of Revenge (Chapter 4)

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Chapter 4

You woke up the next morning - well… late morning - as the sun began to crest above the house, and bathe the room in its light. You reached your arms above your head, the sheets falling off your bare breasts as you stretched your body long, and mentally assessed its damage. The space between your legs was sore, but it was such a delicious ache - an ache that flooded your mind with memories of the all-night fuckfest you had endured.

Jungkook, as promised, had woken you up… by eating you out (although that part he hadn’t promised.)

Technically, he didn’t wake you up like that - at least not right away. He first sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his palm along your back, calling your name softly. You rolled over to look up at him, delighted that he kept his palm in place - its warmth grazing over your waist then stomach as you turned over, until he finally rested it gently on your hip. As you spoke, his thumb occasionally rubbed endearingly over the curve of the bone. He first asked you if you wanted to sleep some more. You told him “no” – although you weren’t at first so sure when you answered him. You still felt exhausted. Four hours of sleep was not enough to make up for thirty-four without. But his hand on you now was enough to keep you awake.

He asked if you were hungry, and the truth was, you were starving, But as you looked him over, and as he looked you over, and those fingers of his continued to circle over your skin, you were becoming ravenous for something else. You had been so timid when you first got here - you figured that was fair slack to give yourself. But, you had come all the way up here with a purpose - and you had already wasted precious hours away from that purpose by indulging in frivolous things like sleeping. Your eyes rolled down to his lap, and you began to imagine a few things you could do before you went searching for sustenance. You first imagined yourself slipping onto your knees in front of him. You licked your lip at the thought, once again wondering what he tasted like. Thinking about how he might shudder beneath your palms, how his fingers would pull at your scalp, or how his abs would rapidly tighten and squeeze right before your eyes when he came down your throat. You also thought about simply impaling yourself on his cock. You could slip yourself onto his lap, and feel his strong thighs beneath you, and let your nipples tickle his chest. You would stroke him a few times first for good measure, so when you finally slipped yourself onto him, he would be so hard and long that he'd burn you from the inside out.

He seemed to notice the shift in you as your curious and dirty thoughts sifted through your mind - which is why when you answered him by simply saying “starving,” he didn’t confuse your meaning.

He leaned forward as he stretched himself towards the nightstand, his body creating a shadow over yours and teasing you into a need to have his weight crushing you into his bed. He opened the top drawer, grabbing a small device that looked like a remote. You quickly learned it was for the blinds, since with one click they began to retract into the sill. He then sat straight, reached behind his head, and pulled his shirt off his body. You were 99% sure that the action didn’t need to be as sensual as he made it, or that his muscles needed to work as hard as they did - it was a t-shirt afterall, not a barbell. But you appreciated the show.

Speaking of show… the sky had turned a thousand shades of pink and orange, and as it streamed into his room, it casted shadows over the impressive contours of his body, and made his skin look soft and warm like it was crafted out of a rosey-gold silk.

His hand returned to your body, starting once again at your hip, then trailing south over your flesh to your knee. It then rerouted north, as his fingers began to tease the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Your legs naturally parted for him, and your hips tilted as he concealed your panty-clad heat in a gentle grip. His palm was warm over you, but the simple touch sent a supernovic heat to rocket outward over your upper legs and lower torso. You instantly felt your juices begin to flow, and your ligaments tightened as your entire system became aroused.

Then, his warmth was gone. The weight of his hand was gone - and you wanted to whimper like a wounded animal. But you didn’t need to. He began to creep north, his fingers sneaking under the hem of your shirt, and splaying across your belly as he explored the shallow curves of the plateau. He was enjoying just touching you, and you loved being touched by him.

He played with you like this for a while – his touches harbingers of sensual promises and ego-fueling praise. He roamed his way over your ribs, kneaded your breasts, and then let the pads of his fingers tickle the sensitive skin just above your panty line. Your skin was buzzing, and the space behind your navel began to bubble and tingle with every pass he made just a bit further south. When he finally wrapped his hand around your core again, you were feeling flushed and a little less controlled. When he squeezed, and you felt the pressure of his grip tighten around you like a vice, you couldn’t stop a soft moan from rippling out of your throat. You reached down, grabbing a hold of his wrist in both hands, your body twisting and shuffling in need as it wanted you to just start fucking yourself against his hand.

But, Jungkook had other plans.

He soon crawled onto the bed, hitching your knees over his shoulders as he nestled himself between your legs. He began nuzzling your inner thighs with licks and kisses and a few sharp bites. He was no longer touching your most sensitive parts. He wasn’t fingering you or fucking you with his tongue… but, God… the way he looked up at you from between your thighs made you feel like he was. You were so heady with need, your body was beginning to twitch and vibrate, and your pounding heart was in complete sync with your throbbing clit.

“I like how you look in my shirt,” he said, as he let his hand roam over your torso once more. If it weren’t for the compliment you might have cussed him out for not touching you properly yet. But, you too liked how you looked in his shirt. Or, at least, you liked how you felt in it. It was yet another symbol - the way entering his bedroom had become a symbol. Only this time, the symbol wasn’t the loss of a lover, it was the symbol of you being completely and utterly possessed by a new one. There was an odd and erotic sense of freedom in that.

After a final squeeze of your breasts, his palm dragged heavily southward, leaving a tantalizing trail of goosebumps in its wake, and causing your ass to rise off the mattress as he fucking finally stroked over your panties again. He then hooked both his arms under your thighs, pointing your knees higher over his shoulders, and spreading you wide open right in front of his beautiful fucking mouth.

He twisted your thigh tight into the crook of his arm, reaching around the limb so he could grab a fist full of your panties. Apparently, amidst all this man’s artistic talents, he also knew how to turn a simple $1 find into an intriguing toy of foreplay.

Just like he had before, he dampened the fabric with his saliva, titillating you with strong licks of his tongue, and the short rises and falls in temperature. And, just like earlier, he’d bury his face deep into you, sniff the scent of your arousal, and return to dry land with your panties stretched triumphantly in his teeth, before he let them snap back into place. Your reactions this time were less shocked, and certainly more turned on. Foreplay to the foreplay… who knew such a delicious concept existed?

Sometimes, he’d twist the cotton in his grip and pull your underwear tight against you. You’d feel the fabric cut through your seam and pinch your clit - a move that brought a touch of pain along with a lot of damn pleasure.

When he was ready to lick you raw for the first time - or at least, when you thought he was - he simply pulled your panties taut to the side, and that sensation was also very... contrasting. You felt bare, free and vulnerable as the cool air of the room wafted over your slicked lips and clashed with the warm puffs of Jungkook’s rhythmic breathing. But there was also a lurid sense of confinement and restraint that lingered, as the cotton hemline pinched against your flesh. You were free and bare - but only by his choice.

He moistened his lips as he studied everything he could see - looking at your pussy while a thousand nasty and dangerous thoughts passed through his mind.

“I’m pretty hungry too,” Jungkook glanced up at you with a devilish twinkle in his eye.

You grinned and scrunched your nose, “You’re nasty.”

He tilted his head, abandoning your bare hollow… again… as he pulled his face into the fleshy, softness of your inner thigh. You wanted to kill him.

“I thought you called me a gentleman, Y/N,” he graveled into your skin… or maybe it was a question?… you weren’t sure. All you knew was that his words sounded arrogant, and that he was once again teasing his way up your inner leg at an agonizingly slow place, instead of eating you out like an honorable man would.

“Right now, you’re being too gentle,” you huffed. Your indignance only made him laugh, and his chuckles rippled through your flesh, and mocked your inflaming need to ride his face.

“Tell me what you want, my Lady,” he said, his eyes rolling up to meet yours - just as he took a very sharp bite out of your flesh.

“Fuck,” you cursed, more startled rather than in pain. Your limbs both twitched to escape him, but Jungkook only gripped them harder, and tightened them around his neck as he pulled himself just a little closer to your hollow.

“Tell me… what you want, Y/N,” he demanded, rolling out the words in a stern, domineering, and fucking hot tone.

“I…” you gulped, just as he blew a long stream of air over your slit, and you realized just how wet he had already made you. Good thing you bought a six pack of underwear at the discount store. “I want you to make me come.”

“How?” He dipped forward, then latched his mouth around the crook where your leg attached to your pelvis. Your spine pulled a little tighter, and your knees bent a little higher as your body wanted to fold in on itself.

Just three inches to the left, dude, you silently pleaded with him.

“I…” you tried to answer him, but momentarily forgot what the question was. “I want you to eat me out.”

“You mean, you want me to lick your pretty little cunt?” he responded, as if the correction was necessary. It may not have been necessary, but it sure as hell helped - and it definitely gave you greater appreciation for the “c-word.” This man possessed a deriding, dirty way of speaking, a power which he knew exactly how to wield.

“Yes,” you whimpered, twisting your fingers around your pillow as you felt the tip of his nose begin to trace patterns over your mound.

“Yes what?”

You were going to cuss again, only this time it was going to be truly derogatory and definitely directed at him. But you held your words, and instead let the ones he wanted to spill from your lips.

“Yes, I want you to lick my cunt,” you tested out the word… then called out to fucking God as you felt his long, wet, strong, hot muscle lick a solid line up the length of your folds.

Having him eat you out over your panties was delightful this morning, and definitely not something you would say no to. But.. now… when his tongue was actually laving over your clit, when you could feel his lips sucking your lips into his mouth, and when his nose forged a tight, firm path through your seam… Good, God. Last time, he kissed you like this because his goal was to get you wet so he could bury his cock in you. This time, there was so much intent and thought behind every flick and suck, you were sure his agenda was only to make you come in his mouth.

He still had your panties in his fist, and he had them pulled hard against you. The bite of the way they cut into your skin, and squashed your labia against your hood was something that took a moment to get used to - but as he rolled on, and the sting became confused with the pleasure of his tongue, you came to like it… even miss it when he finally decided to rid your body of your underwear completely. Before they were gone, Jungkook had prudently driven you to the edge several times over, not once letting you fall. But his prudence was tossed to the floor along with the panties. Now, he was wild, savage and reckless as he fucked you with his mouth.

Your pleasure quickly mounted, returning you to the apex with few stops to rest along the way. Despite the fire beginning to scorch through your blood, you became acutely aware of your surroundings… how his pillows were too soft for your fists to squeeze away your insanity, how the rods of his headboard were too hard to dig your nails into, and how the locks of his hair were just the right place for your fingers to find purchase.

When you came, you couldn’t scream. You could only move. Your hips bucked, your limbs quivered, and your waist began to twist and thrash - as if your body was trying to escape the hot, wet slaughter flattened over your clit. But he never let you escape. He only hugged your thighs tighter around his neck. As your body rolled along the mattress, he rolled himself along with it - ensuring his tongue continued to fuck your sweet little cunt until your orgasm had nothing left to give.

That was your second orgasm of the day.

The third happened not long after you blew his brains out.

Freshened up from the bathroom, his shirt still adorning your body - no underwear this time since you only had a six pack - you crossed his bedroom to stare out his windows, taking in the stunning view as the sun began its final descent over the valley. He hovered next to you, his forearm pressed to the glass while his other arm wrapped around your waist. It was nice… almost romantic for a moment as you both drank in the remarkable colours of the sky.

But… you didn’t spend a ton of moments gawking at the sunset. You looked up at his face, admiring the view of him as you took a few private moments for yourself. He was stirring a longing inside you. Perhaps a longing for his freedom; perhaps a longing for companionship in a quiet forest home with awe-inspiring sunsets; or, perhaps, just a longing for a fiancé who irrevocably loved you and didn’t fuck your best friend. Regardless, all these longings culminated into a longing for him… a longing to please him, and to in turn be pleased.

He looked down to you, and you could have sworn you saw a similar longing within him too - one that wasn’t strictly laced with lewd desire. It may have just been the post-orgasm oxytocin influencing you, but regardless, it sparked butterflies deep within your gut - and you reveled in their presence, as well the confidence they gave you.

You stretched up to kiss him… soft and sweet the way he had first kissed you. Then a little rougher and a little more suggestive. You pulled out your greatest seductress hits: You pet your hands over his body, stimulating all the places he liked to be touched. You would let him think you were going to kiss him, only to leave him chomping at air when he tried to greet your mouth. You bit his lip, rubbed your tits against him, ground your hips against his - until you could feel his cock growing hard and long beneath his boxers.

You then carded your fingers through his hair, tugging at his scalp to elongate his neck, then pressed your lips over his throat. You were pleased to feel his pulse pick up, and delighted when tiny noises began to escape from deep within his chest. You teased him with the exact same torturous pace that he had afforded you - making your way down his body, promising more but not delivering, making him beg for what he wanted with words he had to say out loud.

Until finally, after you were dropped to your knees and a very respectful “please, baby,” plea fell from his lips, you took his thick, dripping cock deep into your mouth.

“Oh, my, fuck…” his eyes tilted to the vaulted ceiling as he pressed his palms into the glass before him. It didn’t take much to get him where you wanted him. He groaned and bucked his way through every bob of your head, twist of your wrist, swirl of your tongue, and pull of his balls. His legs vibrated, his ass and abs squeezed and released, and his voice quaked as he whined your name. He made you feel like you were the fucking world champion of blow jobs.

“Fuck… fuck-fuck…” he panted over and over, sobbing a pitched litany of curses for every rapid step of his climb, until you felt everything within him release - including the most basic, guttural, and most fucking delicious groan you had ever heard. His throat choked and his muscles pulled taut with every spurt of cum he shot down your throat - and you continued stroking him and sucking him until he was as dry as the damn Sahara.

After the few very pride-friendly moments he needed to recover, he thanked you graciously… by fucking you against the window. You got to take in the final minutes of the red sunset pouring through the glass, which was crossed with the smudges of handprints (and definitely your ass print,) and the reflection of you in his shirt while he fucked you from behind.

You came at least twice more before the sky went completely black and the moon rose bright above the horizon. It was then - when your little refuge inside Jungkook’s bedroom was painted in glimmering blues and silvers - that you experienced your first… freeing orgasm.

You didn’t wear his shirt that time - and both he and you appreciated it. The moon painted your flesh in highlights of silver, and he was mesmerized by how it made you look on top of him. He smoothed his hand over every inch of your skin he could reach, chasing the moon-touched curves of your body.

“Jesus, Y/N,” you remembered the unhinged, nearly sadistic way he praised your figure as you rocked yourself against him. He wasn’t shy about moaning, or pathetically crying out your name. He didn’t offer notes - just praises and awe. He made you feel as if you could do nothing wrong when it came to him, and it motivated you in ways you hadn’t felt before. You felt more in-charge and more powerful the more you reduced the man inside you into a pitiful, mewling shell of himself. “You’re so…” he panted as his hips began to wave upwards to meet your every movement. “... he is so fucking insane.”

You weren’t rattled by the allude to Chris. Not when Jungkook said it like that, looked at you like that, touched you like that. He said it, and you believed it. Chris was insane for giving you up… but right now, you kind of wanted to thank him. Jungkook, however, looked a little tepid, and it was clear his mention of Chris was a slip and not intended as dirty talk. But… it made you feel dirty... in a good way.

“He gets so jealous, too, baby,” your mouth twisted in a devious line, and your own pussy fluttered around him at the sound of your own words.

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s brows raised, relieved that he hadn’t killed the mood, and perhaps taken aback that he had somehow raised it.

You began to grind into him a little harder, reveling in the way your clit grazed over the mound of his pubic bone. “Oh, yeah. He’d just hate the idea of you touching me.”

“Would he now?” Jungkook’s voice was now filled with something arrogant, challenging and possessive.

“He’d be so jealous,” you quirked your eyebrow, and your teeth pulled seductively on your lower lip.

Jungkook dug his tongue into his jaw as he let the thought marinate, a darkness slowly crawling its way behind his eyes. He smoothly sat upwards, scooping you up in his arms to kiss you as you continued to ride his cock. He then reached between your bodies, and began rolling your clit in his fingers. “Does he know you’re with me?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded, because you were going to whine if you used words. Your clit was shooting arrows of pleasure through your bloodstream - although it wasn’t just your clit that was making your whole body buzz. “He knows I’m with you,” you said, feeling a fresh wave of arousal flood over Jungkook’s cock. You were getting off on the idea of your philandering-ex in peril.

“Mm,” Jungkook now had a wicked grin of his own - seemed he too was hard at the idea. “I like the sound of that.”

Jungkook then abandoned your clit, twisted his arms around you, then twisted you onto the mattress and underneath him. He tugged roughly on your knees as he repositioned himself, then he took both your hands in both of his, pinning them above your face as he withdrew his cock, then slid himself long and hard inside you. He pressed his pelvis tight against you when he bottomed out, letting your pussy writhe and squeeze around him, and your fingers squeeze around his hands. He withdrew, then he slid forward, rolling a heavy circle even tighter against you, using your laced-locked fingers as his leverage. He pulled out, then slid forward again, a little harder, and a little faster each time. His thrusts were rolling waves at first, and you could hear the squelch of his cock as it slid up and down your cavern. Then his thrusts became violent pumps, and you could hear and feel the wet clapping sounds of his hips slapping into yours. Your climax had cooled a touch from the change in position - but you were happily on your steady way to an orgasm, until Jungkook brought up Chris again…

“I bet he’s thinking about us right now.”

Jungkook pressed his pelvis hard into you again, and you cried an “Oh shit!” as you imagined Chris watching you getting bent by Jungkook.

“You like that? You like that he’s thinking about me fucking you?”

“Oh, fuck… yes…” you breathed, curling your toes around the bedsheets and curling your nails into the back of his hands.

He thrusted again, and you wriggled beneath him. “You want him to know how much better I can fuck you?”

“Shit…” you sobbed, as Jungkook’s hips began to pound you harder and faster.

“Do I fuck you better, Y/N?”

“Shit, yes,” you sputtered. “So much better.”

“Oh, baby,” his endearment sounded patronizing and deriding, “What sounds have you made that he’s never heard before?

“I… Jung…” you were losing the ability to complete words, and your orgasm which had once seemed minutes away, was now only seconds. It was just so… hot… thinking about Chris and Stephanie, sitting in the corner of the room - her wanting Jungkook, and Chris wanting you back - forced to watch what neither of them would ever get.

“He’s wishing so bad that he was me right now,” Jungkook said, his thrusts now succinct as they pushed you higher and higher, and as you began to see the stars. “I bet he’s trying to jerk one out, but he can’t - cuz all he can see is me… fucking you.”

“Oh, fuck… Jung—” you felt heat explode from with in you, as your eyesight exploded with black clouds and stars. Everything within you tightened - your fingers in his flesh, your thighs around his waist, your pussy around his cock. Your head stretched behind you, and your spine arched your body off the mattress, pressing your chest to his while his still moving body now rubbed over your nipples. Jungkook kept fucking you, chasing his high, and elongating your climax, until he too was a fucked out puddle of goo encasing you.

In the end, you ended up staying awake for the majority of the night. You both captured the occasional shut-eye for maybe 20-minutes at a time. But if you did fall asleep, you were sure to be woken up to the feel of fingers sliding over your shoulder, and you’d soon find yourself pinned beneath a solid body or impaled on it.

You both threw in the towel just as the yellow sun rising behind the house lit the world in front of his bedroom window in a stunning indigo blue.

That was last night… well… that morning depending on how you looked at it.

This new morning - you opened your eyes without the horny prompting of Jungkook. You looked over to his side of the bed, but he wasn’t beside you anymore. It was then you vaguely remembered waking up not long ago when he crawled out of bed. He whispered in your ear when he noticed you stir, encouraging you to sleep longer if you needed. You obviously had agreed.

You flipped the sheets off your body, then peeled yourself from the mattress and began to search the room for something you could wear. It was then you noticed that your Victoria’s Secret bag was missing. As were all the clothes you had arrived in which Jungkook had stripped you of. He must’ve cleaned up after you - and you felt a little embarrassed by the thought. Luckily, after a quick search, you found his band t-shirt balled up under the bed. You pulled it on over your head, and as you tugged the hemline into place, you noticed the bruises over your legs that distinctly resembled Jungkook’s fingertips. You grinned, wondering if it was the 2nd or the 3rd time you pounded him crazy that caused these wounds. You then padded across the room and into the ensuite.

Your stomach growled something feral as you brushed your teeth, and you realized that you hadn’t eaten a thing in over a day. You also realized that you hadn’t left his bedroom in over a day. You were a touch disappointed. You had driven up here for a night of vengeful sex, and now that night was over - and you had squandered all the liberties it had come with. He had a great property (a great bathtub,) in a great area. You remembered the last time you came up here, and how you had made a few mental notes of things you wanted to do if you ever visited again. Granted, you hadn’t expected to be coming up here for the sole purpose of sex with someone who wasn’t your husband. Regardless of the reasons for your trip, you would soon need to tuck yourself back into your little car, and make the long trek back home and back to your hellish reality.

You wished you could hide out here for longer. You had no doubt that Jungkook enjoyed having sex with you - but that didn’t mean his house was a hotel for the refugees of failed relationships. The agreement was one night. He had his own life to live, even if yours had fallen to pieces.

As you crossed through the closet to make your way back to the bedroom, you caught a glimpse of something in the corner of your eye. You stopped to look at it, and then you realized what had happened to your Victoria’s Secret “suitcase.” Jungkook had tidied up your shit, and he hung everything neatly up for you in his closet. In fact, as you stepped closer to your few garments, your nose filled with the faint scent of fresh laundry, and you realized that he had washed everything for you.

Your mouth twisted into a bashful grin. It was such a simple gesture, but one that was in no way necessary for a one-night stand. You couldn't help but think of how getting Chris to wash his own damn laundry was as difficult as pulling teeth.

This guy is fucking perfect, you lamented with a huff. No wonder why Stephanie was so obsessed with him. He was kind and thoughtful, artistic and athletic, empathetic and insightful - and he had a big bathtub. You found yourself wishing you hadn’t misspent all those years not getting to know him properly. Perhaps you wouldn’t have fallen for Chris. But then again, what would have changed then? You would still have believed Stephanie to be your best friend, and you knew yourself to be too loyal to have ever pursued a man she liked, even though he never wanted her.

Still… you couldn’t help but wonder.

You rid yourself of Jungkook’s t-shirt, then reached for your jeans. When you pulled the hanger off the bar, you froze as you suddenly came face to face with your bridal lingerie. The "suitcase" was for it, afterall, and now obviously, Jungkook had found it.

You admired it for a moment. On the drive up to Jungkook, the thought of it made you sick. You remembered the hours you had spent trying to find the most perfect, beautiful and flattering teddy to wear for the first night you spent with your perfect, beautiful and flattering husband. But now, as you looked it over, you no longer saw yourself making love to Chris in it… you didn’t see Chris at all. You just saw its delicate lace, and intricate details, and how good your tits looked in its push up cups. This was no longer for Chris - perhaps it was never for him. Regardless, it was for you now. You, the single superwoman seductress - who found a gorgeous man to fuck her in under five minutes.

You reached for it, took it off its hanger, then went to work pulling it over your body. It was underwear, after all… And it was expensive and non-returnable.

You then stepped into your jeans and grabbed one of your discount tank tops - a black one that scooped impressively low to expose your now pristine cleavage.

After splashing your face with some fresh, cool water, and brushing your hair into something decent, you made your way out of the master suite in search of Jungkook.

Go to Chapter 5.

[first-of-her-nxme]

What if Gendry r*pes Arya? I was talking with someone about theories and they were telling me practically a whole book , they said something about Arya having a child but leaving it with Gendry and go away in the sea!! For some reason it brought me back a theory i read on your Quora about a r*pe that could potentially tie in Arya‘s arc or attempt.. My thoughts were maybe The Mountain now Robert Strong or Jaime (revenge on Ladystonehart or something) and maybe Gendry 🤔

Hi Anon!

It's not going to be Gendry. Gendry had already made a move that looked like rape but, luckily for Arya, it was only a stupid play. Do you remember that they were wrestling in the smithy? Gendry invited Arya to a secluded place and then he pushed her to the ground. They wrestled and Arya looked like a rape victim afterwards. Her pretty dress was ruined and all. It looked like a rape attempt: luring a girl to a secluded place, pushing her to the ground, tearing her dress. I really hope it was only stupidity on Gendry's part, not a real threat to Arya.

That scene had its function. Because it made Arya look like a victim of sexual abuse. Moreover, when the two of them returned from the smithy, Martin let us hear My Featherbed, a song about a Targaryen prince in love with a girl from the North.

This chain of events reflects what happened between Robert, Lyanna and Rhaegar. Lyanna and Rhaegar fell in love in Harrenhal and it made Robert furious. When Rhaegar left, Robert "demanded his rights". Lyanna pushed him away, ran off and married Rhaegar.

Gendry, Arya and Jaqen are involved in a love triangle, similar to that of Robert, Lyanna and Rhaegar.

GRRM said that Gendry and Arya have no future together. There won't be any baby. If Arya is going to be a mother someday, Jaqen will father her child/children.

But back to the rape threat. There are at least three scenes in the books that point to a Lannister threatening Arya.

First one is the prologue to A Feast for Crows where Rosey is a foil for Arya, Pate is a foil for Jaqen and Lazy Leo is a foil for Jaime. Leo tells Pate that he wants to rape Rosey and Pate warns him that he might kill him if he does.

Then, in A Dance with Dragons, we get a foreshadowing of Jaqen fighting Jaime. It's in Jon X chapter where Alys Karstark marries Sigorn. Here, Patchface is a foil for Jaqen and Owen the Oaf is a foil for Jaime. The two are dancing together during the wedding feast which makes everyone laugh. It is a metaphor for the fight between Jaqen and Jaime. I suppose the latter won't be a laughing thing.

We also get a foreshadowing of a Lannister raping Arya in the Mercy chapter from The Winds of Winter. Here, Arya is playing a rape victim in the play about the Stranger's revenge. In the play the rapist is Tyrion. It's a reminder of the love triangle that GRRM had originally planned for Tyrion, Arya and Jon. In the current version that would be Jaime, Arya and Jaqen.

The showrunners of Game of Thrones gave a nod to that part of the books when they showed Arya and Jaime at the Twins in the finale of season 7. Arya wore the disguise of a wench and was eye-flirting with Jaime. Nothing much happened between them because Jaqen, and the whole storyline that came with him, had been written off.

Thank you for dropping by, Anon. And I apologize for the delay.

[ao3feed-starsky-hutch]

Making Time

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/X8yR7kw by ACL (actingcamplibrarian) The thing about getting shot, Starsky discovered, was that once you made it through the early days of just clinging onto existence for, uh, dear life, being stuck in the hospital left a lot of time for reflection. Words: 2169, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Starsky & Hutch Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: David Starsky, Ken Hutchinson Relationships: Ken Hutchinson/David Starsky Additional Tags: Hospitalization, Getting Together, Post-Episode: s04e22 Sweet Revenge, Episode: s04e18-19 Targets Without a Badge Parts 1-2, Episode: s03e04 I Love You Rosey Malone, Episode: s02e19 Starsky's Lady, Episode: s02e18 Survival (Starsky & Hutch), Episode: s01e22 A Coffin for Starsky, Episode: s03e19 Hutchinson for Murder One | Hutchinson: Murder One, Episode: s03e06 Death In A Different Place, Hurt David Starsky, Episode: s04e21 Starsky vs Hutch, Episode: s03e20 Foxy Lady, Episode: s02e05 Gillian, Zine: SHareCon 2023, zine fic, Coming Out, Injury Recovery, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Episode: s04e22 Sweet Revenge, Starsky's Cary Grant pyjamas, Dobey Huggy Minnie and Ma Starsky are mentioned but don't appear read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/X8yR7kw

[amber-lucca44]

Album tier list (top 25 favorite artists) ❤️

S ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

(These are all my favorites!)

Casually Dressed & Deep In Conversation

Cry Baby

Dear Love: A Beautiful Discord

Disgusting

From Under The Cork Tree

K-12

On Frail Wings Of Wax And Vanity

Reach

Speak Now

Stand Up And Scream

Steady Damage

Take This To Your Grave

They're Only Chasing Safety

Too Bad You're Beautiful

We Stitch These Wounds

A ⭐⭐⭐⭐

(Not quite my favorites, but almost!)

1989

Abandon Your Friends

The Act

Aggressive

All We Know Is Falling

All We Know Of Heaven, All We Need Of Hell

The Black

Black Veil Brides

Brand New Eyes

Broken Frames

The Changing Of Times

Christ Illusion

Confessions

DAMN.

Define The Great Line

Disease

Downtown Battle Mountain

The Downward Spiral

Dying Is Your Latest Fashion

Erase Me

Escape The Fate

evermore

Eyes Set To Kill

Fearless

The Fiction We Live

Folie Á Deux

folklore

Freak Machine

God Hates Us All

Good Kid, m.A.A.d City

Hesitation Marks

Hours

I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

If There Is Light, It Will Find You

Infamous

Infinity On High

Let It Enfold You

Masks

Midnights

Mongrel

Mothership

Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear

Plagues

Put On Your Rosey Red Glasses

Reckless & Relentless

Red

Reign In Blood

RIOT!

Set The World On Fire

Still Searching

Suicide Season

That's The Spirit

This War Is Ours

Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

To Pimp A Butterfly

Ungrateful

Use Me

White Lotus

White Noise

Wild Gods

With Roots Above And Branches Below

With Teeth

B ⭐⭐⭐

(I like them, just not as much as others)

After Laughter

Afterburner

Artificial Selection

Asking Alexandria

The Black Parade

Color Decay

Conduit

Count Your Blessings

Creatures

Dance Gavin Dance

Diabolus In Musica

Disguise

Downtown Battle Mountain II

The Emptiness

The Fragile

From Death To Destiny

Graveyard Shift

Hurt Me

Life Is Not A Waiting Room

Memory And Humanity

Mr. Morale and The Big Steppers

Ø (Disambiguation)

The Phantom Tomorrow

A Place Where The Sun Is Silent

Portals

Post Human: Survival Horror

Reincarnate

Repentless

Reputation

Scoring The End Of The World

Seasons In The Abyss

See What's On The Inside

So Much (For) Stardust

Tales Don't Tell Themselves

There Is A Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It. There Is A Heaven, Let's Keep It A Secret

Vale

Welcome Home Armaggedon

Where Myth Fades To Legend

The World Outside

World Painted Blood

Year Zero

C ⭐⭐

(Definitely not my faves / Haven't paid much attention to them)

8:18

Acceptance Speech

Act Of Depression

amo

Bad Witch

Below

Chapter And Verse

Chemical Warfare

Cries Of The Past

Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys

Dead Throne

Divine Intervention

The Fire

Ghosts V: Together

Ghosts VI: Locusts

Happiness

Hell Awaits

Hell Is In Your Head

Holding A Wolf By The Ears

I Am Human

Instant Gratification

Jackpot Juicer

Like A House On Fire

Lost In The Sound Of Separation

Lover

M A N I A

Paramore

Pretty Hate Machine

Pull The Thorns From Your Heart

Renacer

Save Rock And Roll

Section.80

Sempiternal

Show No Mercy

The Slip

South Of Heaven

Taylor Swift

This Is Why

Transit Blues

Voyeurist

Worse Than Alone

Wretched And Divine: The Story Of The Wild Ones

D ⭐

(Don't really like)

American Beauty / American Psycho

Ghosts I-IV

Undisputed Attitude

[willxtoxsurvive]

📂

𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 “📂“ 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎

Ada

Ada Wong isn't her real name. Her real name is 黃 娜霞 which translates to Huang Ná Xiá or, in its western form Náxiá (pronounced sort of like Nazhia) Huang, but the hanzi for Huang (黃) can also mean Wong. Her name translates to Graceful (Ná) Rosey Clouds (Xiá).

Cindy

She has really soft skin because of the plant-based creams and skincare products that she loves to buy and make.

Four Eyes

She briefly worked in Birkin's science team before he started working with the Golgotha Virus, but was eventually transferred to field work (sample acquisition, assassination, etc) due to her proneness to use other staff as test subjects.

Ghost

His name is Jahdiel. It means "The unity, sharpness and revenge of God".

Jake

His mother's name was Vesna. It's a popular Serbian name inspired by the name of a Slavic goddess/spirit associated with spring that would show herself to people as a pregnant woman standing by the edge of a river, and tended to deliver omens. The literal translation of the name is "Messenger".

Kevin

He still has a jersey of the Racoon Sharks. It's his most prized possession.

[cherrytoru]

THE TOMAN SPECIAL: TOKYO REVENGERS !

for the table:

DIAL DRUNK | baji kazutora chifuyu mitsuya | angst |

MWUAH ! | draken mikey takemichi chifuyu | fluff |

ROSEY RED | mikey draken takemichi mitsuya chifuyu | fluff |

single servings:

coming soon !

chefs choice:

coming soon !

[iknowthegammer]

act 4.5: the revengeful of all part 1 (hellflames and glitchflames and Helly.85, IHY James and IHY helly and Zippy, Harley the fox and Stoppy, Hailey, mic, gameboy helly and last hope tails, grand course helly and N64 helly, special day Stacy, Bradley and page, primary helly, Charlie, the last, helly.exe and system error and Looney Lunar, HX and LM, unused ultra helly, helly the bird, Jack, Simon and Rosey, pinky, toy helly.exe, Andrew, dilly, lemon the dragon, market the blue mushroom and mark, Female bendy and male bendy, tall version of helly, needlemouse and rewrite, Helly.installed, meeka)

bf solos his own part.. and wants them to pay for what they done..

act 5: the revengeful of all part 2 (drills and Harley, Mr H and lost helly, tv visionary helly, metal tails and Stacy kit, emerald.exe and hella_kit, helly.drawing, helly.fnafmovie, tails.eternal, Animatronic helly, dave and the power of 3rds, blocker and Otodus creeper, soulless and subscriber, Xenophanes and Green spinny shell, helly.XY1 and peppermint kit and minty kit, fleetway subber and helly.withered, helly.eater, ricky the fox, glitchy and soul metaly and Australia Day helly, Halloween.H and needle bird, Josh the rainbow hedgehog and kin.exe)

[serafiel-jacobs]

A rose filled with thorns (Fanfic)

Murder Mystery Au 💌

♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

To be or not to be.

Lately, Shakespeare has been a lot in my mind, my love, I admire Hamlet and his quest for revenge. To be truthful, I am also a vengeful person.

If I knew that someone I love would be harmed in any way, I wouldn’t hesitate to act, I would do what it takes, and I would take my own life if necessary.

My work as an alchemist has gained me many admirers and many enemies.

But I don’t want to think about my work, don’t get me wrong, I love my job but I feel like it’s consuming my life lately. Although I believe you already know that feeling.

I put in my rose-tinted glasses each day, thinking about a rosey world with you keeps me going.

There is something I would like to share with you, let me open my garden and give you my prettiest flower.

-Hugs and kisses, María ♡

♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

María winked at him from afar, signaling to Geppetto that they should see each other in private, they were both in another fancy event, and he had dragged Carlo along as well, he told his son to take Romeo with him.

Because he doesn’t like the person holding this event and wants his son to have fun with that.

“Do your worst” Geppetto smiled at his son, Carlo had a smug face.

He is happy when he gets to team up with his father like this, he hasn’t done this since he was a child, funnily enough, it was a party the same person held.

“You too Romeo”

Romeo didn’t know Geppetto had a fun side but he gladly accepted it.

Geppetto excused himself to the garden outside, María already waiting for him. Both gently kissing each other.

“Geppetto I have news” María had started in her eyes. “In 2 months, my father will leave for a trip, he will return the next day but in the morning”

Geppetto already knows where this is going.

“María I don’t know if we should”

“After all this time, you still have doubts?” María looked upset.

“I am way too old for you, and I have… experience, you don’t” It feels wrong for him to do this, despite how much he loves her.

“I want this, you want this, please” María is begging him.

“I love you, I really do, but it’s not the best idea, even if we did, what about your maids? Your butlers? People will find out” Geppetto is worried, but not about himself or his reputation he is worried about María.

“If we are found out, people will say things about you” People always do that, maybe Geppetto will be known as a weird old man who had a fling with a young girl, but she will forever be labeled as…

“We won’t be found out, I will shoo them away, I’ll tell them to leave early, a gift for them to stay with their families or something like that!” María was holding his hands.

“María lower your voice please”

“Sorry,” She let him go and became quiet.

“Geppetto I need to see you, that day, no excuses, even if we don’t do it, I just want to see you, I just to spend a night with you, even if not intimately” She needs to see him that day, she needs to.

She needs this to work out.

Geppetto looks at her, at her angelic sweet face and he can’t say no to her.

“Alright, I’ll be there but I can’t promise you anything” Geppetto knows that they probably won’t do it, but he wants to spend time with her, spend time without having to constantly look over his shoulder, alert of anyone watching.

María is ecstatic, she gets close to him, Geppetto thinks she will kiss him but she bites his finger, drawing a little bit of blood and licking it.

“Meow”

After that, she leaves him alone.

What’s wrong with that girl?

No, What’s wrong with me?

His thoughts are interrupted by a loud crash and screaming.

Geppetto smiled, it looked like they did in fact, do their worst.

——

“So um…” Romeo didn’t know what to say.

“He doesn’t know” Carlo took a deep breath, “He does know about us through”

“For real?” Romeo was stunned.

“He is okay with it don’t worry”

They both stayed silent before Romeo spoke up again.

“Listen, Carlo, maybe we are overthinking it” Sometimes Romeo and María talked, it was about plays and acting, they both shared that passion.

“María showed me some of her weird writings and they were good don’t get me wrong but that still made them weird” Romeo paused, that came out wrong. “What I’m trying to say is that maybe just because she wrote those things that doesn't necessarily mean that she loved him and that your father loved her back”

“Romeo, come on”

“No yeah he loved her too”

“Carlo I know it’s weird, it’s weird as fuck that your father was dating someone around our age but that doesn’t mean he hurt her, you know your father” Romeo knows that Geppetto is a flawed man, but he isn’t a bad person, he isn’t a killer.

“I know, I don’t think he hurt her either, I’m just still shocked because… Dammit! It is weird as fuck!”

Why couldn’t his father be normal and date an older woman?

He certainly looks older each day, his hair is white instead of gray now.

“I don’t know Carlo, to me the weird one here was María” Romeo doesn’t like judging others but reading those letters was otherworldly.

“She was the one that wrote about wanting to eat him alive”

“Please don’t remind me” Carlo buried his face in his hands.

“I guess at the end of the day it takes two to tango so your dad is as weird as her”

Carlo punches Romeo’s shoulder, “Stop it you idiot, I don’t want to think about it anymore!”

Romeo laughed, “You are so toxic Carlo~”

Carlo blushes but he laughs, Romeo is such an idiot, a beautiful idiot.

“I want to give you something” Romeo grabbed his bag, he opened it to reveal a bouquet of red roses.

They were bent in different ways because Romeo didn’t think about how he hastily shoved them inside his bag.

Romeo is such an idiot. Carlo leans in for a kiss and Romeo obliges.

“Thank you” Carlo feels lucky to have Romeo by his side, “I can help you with getting the thorns out of your bag”

“Shit I forgot about that”

Carlo laughed, as they began to slowly take away each thorn that was stuck inside Romeo’s bag.

“You are like a rose Carlo, very beautiful and very deathly” They had a good time at practice today, Carlo keeps improving his skills every day; parrying, blocking, and dodging, he does all of it with such grace.

“Ouch,” Carlo said, he accidentally pinched his finger with one of the thorns.

Romeo grabbed his finger and licked some of his blood.

“Ew Romeo stop being weird!”

“Stop being so cute~”

Romeo leaned it closer and began to cuddle with him.

“I love you, you weirdo” Carlo was smiling, he loved Romeo with all his heart.

—-

“We have the proof that he was in a relationship, but we can’t still find the proof that he killed her” A man was reporting the information to Simon.

“Leave, now” The man left at once.

“You too Laxasia, I need to speak with Paracelsus alone.

She did as she was told, anything for the man she loved.

“What now?” This was a dead end, there was no proof he was the killer.

“You wanted a scapegoat, he is the scapegoat, most likely he didn’t kill her, the old man doesn’t have the guts” Paracelsus knows that Geppetto is a coward, “Even if there is no motive, you think people are going to care? They will see that he was dating a girl 30 years younger than him and suspicion will arise”

Simon thought about it, yes it’s true and this case has been a scandal from the start, if others found out about the secret relationship, it would take the pressure off their backs, and the people of Krat love gossip, what’s better for gossip than a secret relationship?

“That letter, we are going to leave in Gabriel’s office” It was the perfect idea, Simon knew that all logic would be thrown out the window once he found out that Geppetto was dating his precious little angel.

That girl was deranged.

Simon still remembers that time he accidentally took a pen from her, forgetting to return it, and how the next day he found a bible filled with rose-filled thorns on his desk, the roses were white but had been painted red with pigs blood, with the opened passage highlighted “thou shalt not steal”

Simon knew it was her, but no evidence to prove it, that little lunatic was good at covering her tracks, but in the end, no one found out who did the “prank”.

Paracelsus also remembers when she pulled a similar stunt with him, he was talking with her about their research, when he mentioned that he didn’t like how her notes were always covered with silly doodles.

She rewarded him with a realistic portrait of him being eaten by crows, again, no one knew who had pulled the “prank” but it was obvious to him that María did it, but she always had that sweet smile on her face, a face that said she could do no wrong.

The other alchemists loved her, she was young, they called her a “cinnamon roll”

If all the other low-ranking members knew about her lunacy.

María was almost at their level, but she was a good person despite her unstableness, she would have never done the things she did had she known it was hurting others.

It was got her killed in the end, she wanted others to learn the truth and they weren’t going to let that happen.

“I’ll do it myself” Paracelsus didn’t want any more mess-ups, so he would personally leave that letter on Gabriel’s desk.

Simon finally relaxed, and he sat down, finally, this would be over and he could go back to his plans.

Paracelsus got behind him and began to rub his shoulders.

“Stop it” Simon hates him.

He loves him.

Paracelsus stops and now he is regretting telling him to stop.

Simon clenches his fist, he lets out a groan of frustration.

“Calm down love, you don’t want to start going crazy like María”

“There is no human no earth that will ever be as psychotic as her” Simon is sure of that after everything he saw.

“You aren’t exactly human are you?” Paracelsus had a grin on his face “I thought you were a god”

Simon smiled, it felt good when others acknowledged his superior status.

Paracelsus grabs Simon’s shoulders and leans in with force grabbing his neck and giving him a kiss that quickly turns into a bite, Paracelsus drinking the blood.

Simon lets out a moan.

“You sick freak” Simon shoves Paracelsus aside, “Save it for later, deliver that damn letter, Now” Simon needs to plan away to get rid of his pet once and for all.

“Yes sir~,” Paracelsus said in a playful voice, before leaving to do what he was told.