#that's a good boy if i've ever seen one!!

[thisflagmeanseverything]

Hello! I wasn't tagged but I love spreading positivity!! This is mostly OFMD but I want to send to all fandoms! (This is on my OFMD blog but for anyone)

1. The creativity of my fandom is amazing, there's lots of positivity, I met some of my favorite people through it. Also that it's still so active! And that we raised LIKE 80,000 DOLLARS FOR TRANS YOUTH? Like?!?!?

2. A headcanon I wasn't sure I liked at first was the idea of (honestly idk I will come back to this)

3. This is tough cause I love every single character. I guess the fandom just helped me love the characters more.

4. I love seeing people ship Fang with anyone, he's such a lovely character

5. I see a lot of people write about Stede leaving and coming back. I love how this event is written in different ways that never has it be boring despite having the same core beat.

6. I love seeing Mermaid Stede because it's such an important symbol

7. Second chance/friends to lovers trope

8. I hope more people come to appreciate Fang, he's a sweetie pie.

9. I enjoy all the other couples; Lucius and Pete, Garlic Soup, etc. Anything with Fangy.

10. All of the OFMD blogs I follow. Especially those I followed 2022-2024, they help me feel like there was a community here. If I had to only chose one tho, I would say @gentlebeardsbarngrill Abby ily ❤️

11. I'm proud of the Dracula fic I helped my friend make.

12. Wow it's hard to chose just one, I love all my people. Today I will compliment @thescarvedinsect on their awesomeness and friendliness. They have always made an effort to reach out to me on several different platforms

13. I love the Big Bang events! So many things to read and so many pretty pictures! I loveee seeing all the time and effort that people still put into our fandom and our boys.

14.Ed and Stede, of course. They always make me smile and feel better

15. Fang 💕

16. The way Ed grasps Stede's hand when he's down in the hold. It means so much to me and i totally melted the first time I saw that. ALSO Pete's saying about "you talk all the time how you almost died. But not that you lived" 😭

17. Its very hard to chose just one! I guess today I'll say.....the Sammy scene where Stede throws the sandwich and it hits Lucius. You can see Nathan crack.

18. #ourflagmeansdeath

19. Actively: Our flag means death, Psych cause I accidentally started a rewatch, Bollywood movies now apparently. Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel. Still in the fandoms but not as active: Haven, Warehouse 13. Once upon a Time. Doctor Who! Still into Sailor Moon. I know there are more but idk at the moment.

20. My first fandom was CSI. The original. FOREVER a Sandles girlie 🤗

21. Sherlock. Took up a good portion of my college years lol

22. My friend from England. We met on RuneScape and went from there, they were with me through all the fandoms . I think one of the first persons from OFMD to ever follow me and then I followed back was @jellybeanium124 ! And the first person when I came back to Tumblr was @jelly-of-many-ships 🤗

23. Everyone!

24. The current fandom I am in allowed me to find a piece of community I was sorely lacking. Not only did I find an online community but it's also led to an irl community. Because of this show I met my favorite people! I also got to go to Galaxycon with fandom friends! Like @captain-charlemagne ❤️ And I met some people near me who are in this fandom and had a chance to go out and be active again.

25. Not everyone will agree with your thoughts and feelings and headcanons about characters. And that's okay! Fandom is suppose to be a space for love of these characters and it's fun to share how you view them! But it's not worth attacking others; there are real life humans attached to these screen names seen everyday: the people in fandoms have real feelings, triggers, and feel real hurt when they are yelled at/attacked/etc. The way I've survived and thrived is by remembering this and acknowledging that not everyone feels the same and to not take their words personally.

tagging with no pressure: @gentlebeardsbarngrill @stedesbonnets @lunarcryptidz @dontyoulistentome @celluloidbroomcloset @greentea-and-cookies @xray-vex @crimson-phantom-designs @indigos-stuff @critterofthenight @blatterpussbunnyfromhell @virginiaisforhaters @buckley118 @shockingblankets @follows-the-bees @scribophile @xoxoemynn @crimson-and-clover-1717 @teeny-tiny-revenge

and like literally everyone else I follow/follows me/moots/people who stumble onto this! I think you all rock!!

✨ love your fandom asks ✨ 

Saw the opposite of this floating around and thought the reverse might be fun.

list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!

a character that fandom has helped you appreciate

say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)

something you see in fics a lot and love

something you see in art a lot and love

your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

if you're a writer or artist, what fic or piece of art are you proud of making?

compliment someone else in your fandom

your favorite type of fandom event (gift exchange, ship week, secret santa, prompt meme, etc)

the ship that always makes you smile

the character that always makes you smile

a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

the thing in canon that everyone loves and that you also love

a fandom tag that you track

your current fandom(s)

your very first fandom!

a fandom you're not active in anymore but that you still really like

the fandom friend you've known the longest

the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

how has fandom positively impacted your life?

a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

I know princess reader is all the rage, but please consider the servant reader x knight:

You decide to bed him, hoping it will get him off of your back. Perhaps once he has had a taste, he will give up and go on to a different girl.

You propose the idea when you're alone in the kitchen with him, cleaning.

"You want me to bed you?" he asks, eating scraps that the royals barely touched.

"Only if you want to."

"You must've heard the rumors, then."

You pause before wiping down the counter.

"I've heard some things."

"From the ladies, I presume."

"Yes..."

"Have you considered that perhaps the rumors are not true?"

"I find it hard to believe that that you haven't bed at least one of the maids—"

"Or," he starts, holding up his hand, "perhaps the women have just been speaking to the stable boys? Perhaps the squires have seen me while I bathe and spread rumors to entice the women of the grounds."

"So you have not bed anyone?"

He pauses, rolling his shoulders.

"Not here."

"How many then?"

His tongue presses into his cheek.

"Two. One when I was young and foolish, another I intended to marry but she died from the plague."

You hum, nodding slow.

"And you? How many have you taken to bed?" You think.

"One. I also intended to marry him, but he died in battle." He nods, twisting his mouth. "So, you do not wish to bed me."

"I never said such a thing, my dear lady." He rises from the table. "I only want to bed you if you fancy me as I fancy you."

You swallow. He towers over you, making you feel so small in comparison.

"I cannot promise you love," you mutter, barely able to meet his eye. "I can only give you the night."

He's quiet. He seems to be thinking as he searches your face.

You guide him to your quarters, tiptoeing past the other servants' rooms before finding your own, locking the door behind you. You light a candle and covers the window.

He is undressing you before you realize.

When you are in bed with him, he is attentive, gentle. His hands are rough and calloused, but he touches you as if you are a teacup. Lips move their way up your legs, and you shiver at the contact.

When he presses his lips to your mound, you jolt.

"S-Sir!" you yell in a hush. "Where are you putting your mouth?!"

"Here," he says calmly, pressing a thumb to the lips of your cunt. "Where the heavens part."

"B-But why sir? Why would you put your mouth there?"

"Did your past lover never kiss you here?" he asks, eyeing you. You shake your head and he smirks. "Then I shall be the first to taste you from your fountain?" He inches closer, pressing his nose into you. "I hope to be the only to have you like this."

His tongue is sinful. It wiggles and squirms, pulling pleasure from places you did not know could feel so good. And when he sucks you into his mouth, by god, you see stars.

You unravel on his mouth more than you ever have in your life. You didn't think it was possible to feel such pleasure, and he hasn't even taken out his manhood.

When he does undress, your eyes widen.

"It won't fit."

"It will, my lady. We will make it fit."

And he does. He does make it fit after he stretches you with his fingers, your pleasure leaking down your ass.

You feel so, so full when he pushes inside, hands pushing against his shoulders. He shushes you when you whine, kissing along your neck.

"You feel divine, my lady."

"I feel as though I may burst." He chuckles low at that.

"Strange. I feel the same."

When he moves, you have to cover your mouth to quiet yourself. His thrusting does not falter no matter how you squirm beneath him. Each pump of his cock has you seeing white, eyes wide and rolling.

"My lady, my darling, my princess."

And it all comes crashing down. You realize that he is not there for you. He is using you while he thinks of the princess.

You feel sick.

"Please, take it out."

"What is wrong, my sweet? Your eyes are filled with tears. Does it hurt?"

"I do not want you here anymore."

"What has happened, my dear? Why are you being so cold?"

"Why do you care? Did you only agree to bed me so you could think of the princess? If you want her so badly, just go to her!"

He stops your hands from hitting him, pressing them down to your cot.

"My lady... do you think I was thinking of the princess?"

"You said 'my princess'."

"I..." His eyes search your face. "My lady, I was calling you my princess."

You blink, tears falling.

"W-What?"

"You are my princess. You, only you. I do not care for that detestable girl."

"You... You should not say such things about the princess—"

"Damn the princess. I do not care for her. I have never loved her or wanted to bed her. I am not with the princess, but I am with my princess. Do you understand me?"

You nod, in shock, gasping when he presses into you.

"Good. Now, may I return to pleasuring my princess?"

You nod quickly.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Which one do YOU want?

Remember this guy? You might've seen him from your car, flagging down customers on the highway. Or maybe it was at my auction last year. It's been awhile since I used Tumblr to sell these brainless sacks of meat, but I figured I'd show off my operation's growth.

James has clearly grown too. I've been extra generous with his allotment of slop each night, pouring about twice as much down his throat as the rest. He used to have abs, back when he sold cars. Now he's got an extra layer of blubber to hardy him up for the elements.

He holds that sign through winds, rain, and snow. It's his only purpose, and any good sign post needs some weight to stay grounded. That fat gut sure gets the job done.

I priced James a bit high. I like keeping the guy around as my signpost, but I've got plenty more hypnotized men to choose from...

Shawn, here, is a construction worker I picked up downtown. He was a wild boy and had quite a mouth on him, swearing and hollering with the rest of his crew until I got a hold of him. A little chat with me and he was as dumb as a rock. The fucker still is!

I've been using him as cheap labor, expanding my house with a new kitchen and sunroom. It's been nice using up his fresh young body on my house. It's been months since he quit construction and came here permanently, and I'm not sure he's stopped building since.

Still, the brute is a mess. I keep my guys clean, but he's been difficult to keep hosing off. I gave up a few weeks ago, so he reeks pretty bad of dirt and sweat. He's been tracking mud everywhere and literally cannot stop drooling all over the place! At this point the boy makes more mess than he's worth, so I'm happy to sell him off to anyone that wants to work him.

This serious-looking bear is Daryl. He's an office monkey that stopped in on his way home from work. He actually thought I sold cars! He found out pretty quick what I was actually in the business of, and has been standing on my lot ever since.

The guy's a bit ugly so he hasn't been bought yet. I took his dress shirt off to make him look a bit more enticing. Not sure if it did anything though...

I can't imagine what his wife saw in him. That's right, this corporate ape was married! She came looking for him awhile back but I hypnotized her to forget about the man and focus on raising the kids herself. Anyway, let me know if your interested in a white-collar daddy. I'm happy to cut a deal!

I imagine this stud will sell quick. That's why I upcharged him to $25. I hypnotized him at a bar on my night off last weekend. Talk about work life balance. Anyways, Jordan was cocky and rude and insulting. I could only take so much of his howling at his own jokes before I whipped out my pendulum.

I think he was trying to pick up some girls that night, but he came home with me.

I stripped him down and programmed him to be my submissive and breedable bitch. His mind was mind to mold, and I made sure it craved my pleasure and my pleasure only.

Anyways, his brain and holes are washed clean now. If you throw in a few extra bucks, I can add some hypnotic triggers for you yourself to play around with too.

Of course, I get my fair share of pigs around here. Usually, they aren't as young and fresh-faced as this Trooper right here. He pulled me over for speeding on the highway. I couldn't believe a baby cop like him was trying to write up a man like me. Needless to say, I had Officer McCabe eating out of my hand in no time.

He was easier to talk under than most! Proves our finest aren't our smartest.

I always enjoy having a cop like McCabe on the sales floor. It gives me something to slap and jerk as I wander by. I like to leave the crotch of his uniform open so I have easy access as I pass. Policemen are a hot item! He'll be sold in no time, but I'm only selling this Trooper to a man that's willing to let me watch one more punch in his uniformed nuts.

Oh boy. Where do I start with this one? I'm embarrassed to admit I don't really remember where I got this stud. I got blacked out drinking one night and woke up with this mind fucked jock slobbering all over me! I must've hypnotized some random guy at the bar!

Just another hazard of the business I suppose.

He'd already been brainwashed to forget who he was and where he'd came from when I found him in my bed. Apparently, I do a very thorough hypnosis act while drunk because he couldn't use his mouth for anything other than my carnal worship. Part of me feels guilty, but what can you do?

I've kept him long enough, but I really don't need a clingy slave like that. He's obsessed with having a master to serve, so if you want him, he's yours! Free of charge! I hosed him down, so just show up with a truck or something and pick him up. I'll tell him you're his new master and he'll be ready to worship you day and night!

He really is the most loyal thing you could get!

Well, that'll do it for today's auction! Let me know which one you want, or come on down to my dealership if you want to take one on a test drive.

There's no need to be nervous...unless you're a handsome young man yourself. I just might have to show you my pendulum...

[cosmic-kid-in-motion]

First Date

Wheelchair user!Santiago Garcia x gn!reader

Masterlist : Triple Frontier Masterlist

Summary: You've all but given up on dating apps when you swipe right on the hottest guy you've ever seen

Warnings: Some ablism from the concert venue just in that their accessible seating is really shitty. Reference to Santi being shot. Being in a wheelchair isn't the main plot, the first date is but the limited mobility is a part of things. Just know there no "oh, can I date someone in a wheelchair?" type of thing.

Fake tinder by @quiet-night-sky-writers-blog thanks bb!

Written for my Disability Visibility event! Gotten so many fun responses from the oscar and pedro fandoms!!! thanks so much to every! I will be extending it through MAY because frankly i have a lot I wanna write but alas im in my last few weeks of college and wanna cry!!!! so much papers to write ;-;

I tried my best with this, I am not a wheelchair user and have no close friends unlike other disabilities i've written for so I've consulted people in various internet groups over langauge, and taken what I learned from my disability class I took. Once again, I cant recomend the book disability visibility enough, so many good perspectives on various disabilities! Still, if you use a wheel chair or need mobility aids, and I said something offensive PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

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Tinder fucking sucked.

“Looking for a submissive-” Swipe left.

*Holding up a fish* Swipe left.

*Name: Tyler* LEFT!!!!

Okay so maybe you were a little picky. SO WHAT! You happy single, you didn’t need a relationship… but you did want one. You were just a girl. A girl who did dream of marriage and a family, but only with the right person. So, okay, maybe tinder wasn’t the right place to find a relationship. So maybe you also weren’t opposed to getting some dick or pussy before you found the one. So sue you.

That’s when a profile caught your eye. Handsome. Almost too handsome. Suspiciously handsome, in fact. You meant to swipe left, assuming he was a bot or a scammer or a catfish, but accidentally swiped to see another picture. Him and 5 friends, this one more obvious what you’d missed in the first photo. He was in a wheelchair. This picture looked real, him and friends out on a hike. Kudos to him for not putting the group photo first. You didn’t mind a nice group picture; you liked a friendly person, so having friends was a plus, but if it was their first it seemed like they were hiding something.

You look at his name. Santiago.

All his pictures looked nice, even the candide ones. You liked how wide he smile in the last one. Cute teeth too. You’ve never actually said that about anyone, but there’s always a first. 

“Looking for a nice girl to go to a Metallica show with. No expectations - see where things go. I’m in a wheelchair- but don’t worry- all the right parts still work properly ;)”

That made you laugh, you liked a little playful flirting, as long as they didn’t get out of pocket. A Metallica concert sounded fun… maybe a date and see where things go wouldn’t hurt… if it was just a hookup, then god, what a hookup.

You swiped right, and to your glee it was a match. 

Santiago: Hello!

You: Hi!

Santiago: This is going to sound like a line, but I was really hoping to get a notification I matched with you…

You: Oh yeah, out of the hundred of people you swiped right on?

Santiago: You’re right, the 700th guy holding up a fish was also on my mind

You: Mine too. I guess you’ll do okay though, tee hee

Santiago: My friend Ben set up my profile, tried to convince me to let him put up a fish picture, actually

You: Oh 🤢are you a fish guy?

Santiago: I’m not I swear!! Ben is though. I do go with him sometimes.

You: Well, I suppose we all have our vices. Me, I cry everytime I watch Star Wars III

Santiago: Anakin girlie, are we?

You: Always. That's my sweet baby boy who's never done anything wrong.

Santiago: Well, theres child murder.

You: HE”S JUST A BABY!!! Besides, didn’t we say we all have our vices, fish boy?

Santiago: Fish boy cannot be a nickname, I already have a friend named fish

You: Fine, what cute nickname do I get to call you then?

Santiago: Well, my callsign in black opes was Pope, but if I play my cards right, baby is always a good one.

Santiago: *black opps

You: Black opes. Midwest task force

Santiago: shut up 🥺 I’m just a baby

10 minutes in, you were on your bed giggling and kicking your feet. Santi was funny, talked passionately about his friends, his job, and his love of music. Frankly, he was really endearing. Things between you seemed to flow so effortlessly. You agreed to be his date to Metallica, and planned to get dinner beforehand. While setting up the details, he got somewhat serious.

Santiago: Just to be clear, you do know I’m in a wheelchair right? That picture wasn’t just a one off injury. I can walk a little with my crutches, but not long distances and not super comfortable. Honestly, in most situations I just prefer my wheelchair. I’ve been in it a few years now and it’s me and my wheelchair against the world sometimes.

You’d be lying if the idea of dating someone in a wheelchair hadn’t given you a bit of pause in the beginning. Not that you actually cared, but more that you had 100 questions, questions you couldn’t just ask someone when you first start talking. You were curious, but he was hot and he was nice, so of course you wanted to see where things went.

You: Don’t worry, I figured as much when I saw the pictures. Just let me know how to help when/if you need any help getting around the venue. 

Santiago: Don’t worry, we got great tickets in the probably obstructed view of the accessible section.

Santiago: Holy shit I just saw what Ben put as my intro on tinder. I SWEAR TO GOD I’M NOT LIKE THAT IGNORE THAT I'M NOT A PERVE

The date was planned, and a week later you were panicking about getting ready for the concert. You weren’t sure if you’d dressed right. First dates, you try to dress nicer, but this was Metallica after all. A cutesy dress wasn’t exactly going to cut it. Sexy would have to distract from the fact it wasn’t going to be classy. Jean shorts over black tights, and an old Guns ‘n Roses shirt. Yeah okay you looked good, it’d do.

You two met at an area near the venue. Santi drove, he was able to get a modified SUV. You looked into it, being nosey. It was NOT cheap. He said he did security, didn’t elaborate. Did he own the whole damn company? When you saw a handsome man outside the bar, you knew it was him. 

Santi lit up when he saw you, coming over and extended a hand to shake, which you accept. “Sorry,” He says looking a little sheepish. “Handshakes are such a force of habit to me, guess it’s kind of weird on a first date.”

You can't help but laugh. It was odd seeing a man so hot be so clearly nervous; you should be and are the nervous one. “Don’t worry about it. Lots of handshake deals going on?”

He relaxes, going over to open the door for you with the button. You notice the bars accessibility; wide doors that open with the press of a button, a small metal ramp easing the transition. You also admired how easily Santi moved, the confidence, the grace, like his wheelchair was an extension of himself.

“Well, partially. Owning my own business is half of the reason I’m weirdly formal sometimes. 15 years in the army is another.” Santi went to a table after the bartender greeted him by name, sliding into a spot that didn’t have a chair in it. 

“15 years!” You bawked. “Helluva stint. You didn’t want to go for the full 20 and get all the fancy benefits?”

“Well, I was going to. Getting shot in the spine tends to fuck up some of your plans.” He said it with a little smile, but the mortification hit you dead on. You facepalm into your hands.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” You can’t look at him, even though he’s laughing.

“No, I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist. Shit, please don’t feel bad!” But he was still laughing. Finally, you peak out through your eyes and laugh too. Santi’s smile was contagious, his full upper teeth on display as he grinned.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” 

He did. And you were beginning to love him for it. 

You got to the concert not too long before it was supposed to start. Since you had seats, it didn’t matter how early you got there. Santi bought you drinks at the bar and even bought you a tour shirt he saw you eyeing, even though it was -jesus christ $80!??!?!- He didn’t even seem to notice. You’d be lying if you said being on a date with a financially well off man wasn’t at least a little hot. You were an independent woman, you had your own money… but it still was attractive. Most men you had dated were bums, boys who never actually grew up. This was a man.

When you get to the disability accessible seating, you realize Santi was not joking about an obstructed view. The seats were way off to the side, and unless the band was going to be way to the right the whole time, you wouldn’t see them while sitting very much.

“Shit.” Santi mumbles. “I didn’t think they were THIS bad.” 

“It’s okay!” You try to reassure him. “We’re still close, so whenever they're over this way, we’ll be right there! Plus, it’s Metallica. I’m just thrilled to be here.” And you were! With the world’s hottest man on your arms as well. What more could you want?

“No, I just- Jesus.” Santi scrubs his face with his hands a few times, clearly frustrated. “I should’ve just gotten nose bleed seats and tried to walk her on my crutches. I knew, i fucking knew the accessable seating would suck because it always fucking does.” He maneuvers into his spot and you take your seat. “But that shit always hurts after too long. Or tried the general admission but even then if even on group is front of me and my chair I can’t fucking see- there’s no winning.”

Your heart felt for him. He’d told you this was his favorite band, and it made you mad that the venue’s “accessibility” just meant shoving him off to the side. Santiago was a grown man, well enough off, former military, and certainly could hold his own… but you felt protective of him. Not because he was in a wheelchair, but because he was someone you cared about.

“I have a plan. And it’s going to make me look like a dick, but I don’t really care.”

For most of the concert, you stayed where you were, enjoying the show and his company. Sometimes, if he was feeling up to it, since he brought his crutches you’d help his stand if he really loved a song. And yeah, James Hetfeild and other members meandered around the stage, coming awfully close, which was a lot of fun. But when the last song on the setlist came on, Until it Sleeps, you took Santi by hand and went down the ramp. Everyone expected people to push their way to the front in the beginning, not the end.

No one expected a nice girl and a man in a wheelchair to be so… assertive. But for this man? You were. You weren’t going to be a dick and do this at the start of the concert, but for one song at the end, your man deserved to see his favorite band up close, since the venue wanted to be shitty.

A few “scuse me, pardon me”’s and people politely scooted. Many already began leaving to try and beat the concert crowd off the downtown streets. Because of this, you managed to get Santi close, and when people scattered, you and him went right to the gate. You made it in time for the encore and got to listen to Nothing Else Matters with him. The joy on his face as he looked up at the stage was worth it.

*

“That was amazing!” Santi was full of joy, almost giddy energy as you and him walked to the parking garage he was at. You were both in no hurry, knowing the streets would be chaos for a while as everyone left but also just enjoying each other’s company. 

You two went down the street side by side, laughing together as he told a story of some of his army friends. Santi drove you home, as you sat outside your house in his car, you didn’t want the night to end.

Santi looked at you, a soft smile on his face. He was still buzzing from concert energy. “Would I be being weirdly formal again if I asked to kiss you?”

You giggle, but shake your head. “Not at all.”

“Well… can I?”

“Absolutly.”

You both lean in, and Santi tangles his hand into your hair. He kisses like a slut, mouth open, letting you take the lead and submitting to your lips and tongue. He moans too, then pulls away. “Fuck, that was embaressing.”

You grip his curls and pull him in again.

***

Thank you so so much for reading!!!

I'd really appreciate reblogs as i try to rebuild over here, plus it seems im either shadow banned or marked as explicite to some blogs, either way my visibility is decreased.

Still lots of time to enter the event! Would love to see more awesome creations, especially some art! I got one beautiful art piece and would love to see more! Could be a moodboard type thing to, not judge drawings! <3

tagging some people i thought may enjoy @my-secret-shame @winniethewife @missdictatorme @campingwiththecharmings @ivystoryweaver @miraclesabound

[the-liars-art]

Sevatar’s past.

I bring to your attention a canon indication that I've seen no one talk about, but bears great significance to me. Sevatar has seen victims, personal works, of the Night Haunter, back on Nostramo as a child. From the short story The Long Night:

The strangling red torment he would feel in his throat when he passed beneath one of the Night Haunter's victims hanging in public, disembowelled and crucified.

Many things can be presumed from what little we have on Sev's past, including this delicious morsel of information. Some are more of my own headcanons but there are almost concrete facts as well.

After Konrad was found, he left Nostramo with his legion, and stopped personally skinning people there. Astartes recruits are regularly taken as young boys. So before Konrad was found, Sevatar was born and grew old enough to wander the streets but young enough to be recruited and become a full Marine. This window is narrow. Likely only a few years.

It's why I've always thought of him as in one of the very first batch of recruits taken from Nostramo. Even if he wasn’t one of the first, it HAD TO be shortly (within a few years) after Konrad was found. This leads to the second point I'm trying to make.

The VIII legion recruitment wasn’t corrupted from the very beginning. Many tend to assume that all Nostraman NLs are criminal scums who didn't pass the screening process. However the Skraivok family who's responsible for replacing the recruits only gained such power after years of preparation and infiltration. Remember that it was EARLY in the game and Night Haunter's authority over his world persisted, for a time. He demanded the best and brightest, and Nostramo delivered, for a time.

(We probably got Malcharion from that time too.) Compiled with the fact that Sevatar is from City's Edge (mentioned exactly once in Prince of Crows), a famously rich and well-off area compared to the rest, it's likely that he received good education, and he was exceptional in the screenings later. All while murdering people to feed crows and hiding and suppressing the fact that he's a child psyker and his powers are torturing him.

Tl;dr Sev, the primarch's specialest little guy, was born at just the right time to become the first Nostraman NL ever and probably did well in class.

Make of that what you will.

[defuckingthrone-dot-com]

Hi! So I’ve been into shy nerdy Noah lately. Can you please write a one shot about Noah who’s really shy and geeky like he’s never had any womanly contact before, but turn it into a smut

Nerdy Noah you say? I got you! (And I'm sorry this took entirely too long to post) I hope you like it!

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Noah had spent most of his life mastering playing video games but zero-time mastering women.

For being a tall boy that was heavily tattooed much less the singer of a very prominent hardcore band you would guess that what you couldn't see from his twitch streams how he adorns the other side of the wall with comic book and action figures

But that started to change after he met you. his neighbor.

You had both crossed paths once or twice, just casual good morning or good afternoons, but nothing more.

So, he was just as surprised when one day you knocked on his door.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm having trouble setting up my new tv on the wall, and I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't know who to call, I'm new here" you take a deep breath, "oh god I'm rambling. So would you be able to help me?"

There was no denying you thought he was handsome and the thought of having to ask for his help made you nervous but here you were.

"Yeah... yes. of course, no problem i will help you." he said a bit shy which was something you didn't expect all

Of course, you knew zero to nothing about it except for the fact that he lived next door to you.

With a smile you signaled him to follow you into your home. you showed him the living room where you had already unboxed the tv.

"Thank you once again for helping me, I don't know what I'm doing with this sort of thing," you said and gave him a sheepish smile.

All he could do was nod. You quickly realized that maybe he wasn't much of a talker as he got to work on setting up the tv on your wall.

You watched as he got to work and you tried to not ogle too much but something about him made your eyes be glued to him. His bright tattoos, his comically large hand. the way he focused on the task? you couldn't quite put your finger on it but there was something.

After about 40 minutes of you just staring at him while he worked, he finally finished.

"Uh, it's all done, tv is on the wall now, you can take a look" he said in quite possibly the smallest voice he could do. You find it a bit odd how he behaves. You would think that by the way he looks his confidence level would be out of this world, and he probably would have a line of girls waiting for his attention.

"It looks perfect thank you, i appreciate it so much, let me pay you for this, just let me grab m...." you started searching around for your wallet before he cut you off.

"Please don't. I don't. need to be paid.."

"Please? at least let me do something for you, i would feel horrible with you walking out of here and not getting nothing for your work"4

He just stared at you without saying anything.

The silence was making you a bit anxious, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Your girlfriend must be very lucky to have you and be able to do things like this."

He chuckles so subtlety that you barely noticed "I don't have a girlfriend actually"

"No way, you're tall, handsome and tattooed" you say without thinking and watch as he begins to turn a bit red.

Your feet started moving involuntarily towards him and in a matter of seconds you were standing in front of him.

Once again, he stayed silent just looking down at you with the softest bobba eyes you had ever seen.

You don't know what came over you but you grabbed his hand and felt the smallest twitch from him.

"You seem nervous, are you okay?"

"No... I mean yes... i mean, I've just never really been with this close to a girl before" he says with a nervous laugh

" How close?" Now you're intrigued.

"Like this" he looks down at your hand grabbing his.

"Oh" you say but don't make even the slightest attempt to move your hand. The little devil on your shoulder whispered into your ear to make a proposition that even you wouldn't dare say out loud but something came over you that you couldn't resist. "Okay you haven been close or touched by another woman?" you make a small pause not really expecting an answer. "Do you want to change that? I could help you out if you would like"

You could see the wheels turning inside his hand and before he could turn you down you started speaking again

“Ok I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.. i don't know what came over me” you nervously laugh

“Yes i want you to help me” he blurted out before you could continue

“You do? Okay yes i can do that” you guided him over to the sofa where you had him sit down and without a second thought you straddled him. “Is this okay?” you wanted to make sure that he was okay

He nodded quickly. “Please tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable” he nodded once more.

You started to let your hand roam, first up his tattooed arms, next down over his clothed chest. He made no move so you decided to make the initiative and grab his hand to place it directly on your ass. 

“It's okay Noah, you can touch me too.” he nodded and with the smallest movement he squeezed on tenderly. 

Your left hand found the hem of his shirt and tugged on it. “Can I take this off?” you asked in your sweetest voice.

“ye.. yes…” 

You fisted the hem of the shirt in your hand and raised it to pull it over his hand once it was off you threw it to the floor behind you.

As you looked down at his chest you started to trace all the intricate ink adorn it. “I love your tattoos, they look so good on you”

“Thank you, i love getting tattooed, my best friend is a tattoo artist and he has done most of them, if you want one i could let him know..” 

You chuckled at his response.

“i'm sorry i tend to yap when im nervous.” he says apologetically

“Don't be, I think it's cute.” you said, leaning into him, lips just inches from his. 

Hands still roaming you decided that for now you would leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth and leave a trail down from mouth to his jaw, down his neck and moving down his chest. 

You were now down on your knees in between his legs looking up to him. without breaking contact you unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. You could feel the shivers he was getting. 

“Do you want me to stop Noah?” you asked once more to make sure he was really okay.

“¡No!” he blurted so fast. 

That's all you need to hear, you grabbed onto the waistband off his boxers and pulled it down to free his now throbbing cock. Pink at the tip and veins running down to the base,

This time you decided not to ask and moved your hand to touch it and with small up and down motions you started to stroke it. 

A smirk grew on your face as you saw Noah's eyes roll back.

“Does it feel good Noah? Do you want more?” 

“It feels so good oh god” he threw his head back “Please more”

You saw a few beads of precum on his tip and used it as lubrication to move up and down a bit faster. 

You moved your head down so your lips could meet the tip.You gave a quick lip while maintaining eye contact with.

“Will you be a good boy for me Noah? Will cum in my mouth?” Hearing yourself saying it outloud shocked you a bit , you never been like this with anyone else but the feeling of dominating Noah and teaching him new things had you on a high.

“Yes, I'll be a good boy! yes..” he said with heavy breathing.

With that you went to town. You grabbed his cock at the base and brought the tip up to your mouth again. You licked once, twice before you fully opened your mouth and put it in. You started slow at first, moving your head up and down and licking all around. 

As the minutes passed you started to set a faster pace, now going down past the tip and to the middle almost reaching the base. You moved your hand that was at the base in unison with your mouth and moved it along up and down. 

You can feel Noah starting to shake and if it wasn't for all of your senses being heighting you would have heard him saying he wouldn't last much longer.

With your free hand you gripped at his thigh which still had his pants midway. as you make sure now to reach the base of his cock with your mouth. One small gagging sound you were knowing hitting his pubic hair with your nose.

A few head bobs later you felt the string of cum hitting the back of your throat, slowing down the motion off your head you detached and made a swallow sound, your hand grabbing on to him once more to give him a few last strokes. 

“Wow, that was…incredible…” he said in his shy voice again “no women has ever touched me or like this” he said turning red again

You chuckled while whipping your mouth  and said “Yeah? Maybe i can help you out more often, we can make it into a few lessons” you finish with a wink

“I'd like that…yes!” he said without hesitation while buttoning his jeans again. 

[ysrjune]

☁︎ And I smile when I think of all the times we had. .ᐟ

happy sweet 16 to me guys yay! The stuff being posted today isn't birthday related writing I just wanted to post these today because I'll be busy and I've been putting off writing so much. I gave Scott a sister in this. I hope you dont mind.. Anyways, enjoy!

It had been weeks since Scott last saw you. You broke up with him before a date he had planned for the both of you. He was going to take you to a nice restaurant, then to a carnival. But you had different plans. You didn't even have a good enough reason to break up with him. You just didn't want to be with him anymore.

The day of your date, he knocked at your door at 5pm. He was dressed nice, smelled good, and had your favorite flowers in his hands. "Hey," he starts, his eyes darting down to your comfortable outfit. He was confused. Had you forgotten about your date? "Uh.. why aren't you dressed? We have plans, remember?" There was no way you did. He checked up with you this morning. "Im not going, Scott." You reply. Scott cocks an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? Did something come up?", "Yeah. I don't want to be with you anymore, Scott. I just.. I don't feel anything towards you anymore. I can't find an easier way to say it."

He didn't ask for any further explanation. There was no use. You had just said it straight up, so what more could he ask for? His heart dropped to his stomach while it also turned. He felt sick. "Okay." he says in a more serious tone. "But you couldn't tell me this earlier?" He scoffs. "Some considerate person you are." Scott shakes his head. "Whatever. it's Fine. Just.. tell your mom I said hi." He sighs and gives you the bouquet of flowers. "Aren't you gonna throw them away?" You ask. "No, I bought them for you.", "Well I don't want them. You might as well." That really struck him. He wanted to cry. "Kay." He says softly and takes them back.

"Have a good rest of your afternoon. Tell your sisters and parents I said hi." Were his last words before turning and walking off. As soon as you closed the door, he started to sob. You weren't his first breakup, but you were his first heartbreak. His first love, and you just threw him out like trash after everything you've been through together. In his car, he cried. He cried so hard that he was becoming sleepy. Eyes puffy and red. He could be mistaken for high. Atleast he was still fine to drive.

"I dont know, she just.. she doesn't want me anymore! I don't know what I did wrong." He cries into the arms of his little sister. 13 year old sister to be exact. She frowns, holding her brother against her chest. "I don't think you did anything wrong, Scott. Maybe she just wants to move on." She caressed his neck. "But why?" He whines into her chest. "I gave her everything and more! Why doesn't she want me?" The blonde sobs. His sister has hardly ever seen Scott this upset. It was so depressing seeing her usually tough, nonchalant brother like this. The rest of the night until she had to go to bed, she held him and tried to keep his mind off of it.

"Do you regret it? Being with her?" One of Scott's football friends asked him. "No. I don't regret anything.", "She was so mean about it though! Like, she didn't even try to be nice." The boy replies. Scott only shrugs. "Doesn't matter. I appreciate every second she was with me.", "Look, man. I know you loved he-" he was cut off by Scott. "Love. Not Loved." He corrects.

Returning his things to him was the worst part, because that really let him know that you were officially done. he also gave some of your stuff back. Perfume that you gave him so he could spray it on himself or around his room whenever he missed you, bracelets, love letters, gifts.. but he kept one. He kept a teddy bear you gave him. You didn't ask about it because you had forgotten. He also had sprayed your perfume on it. He cuddled with it for months straight.

He hadn't deleted videos or photos of you on his phone. He often looks back at them and cries whenever he hears you calling him your baby or your handsome boy. You were so damn sweet to him and you just fucking left like it was nothing-like he was nothing. Sometimes he'd even go crazy in his room, trashing everything. He had such a hard time understanding why you did this to him. How could you do this. You knew how much he needed you but you didn't even give it a thought to let him off easy. He hated it.

When he sees you walking around with another guy, he gets totally insecure. That guy was nothing like him. The complete opposite. He'd start overthinking if you even loved him or not. Maybe you just felt bad and that's why you went out with him.. you definitely just felt bad because of all the trauma he's been through. He just needed someone for a little bit, and you could do that. you did do it, and it was finally done.

Jesus, he's never getting over this. At least not for a very long time.

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[bambiihee]

stalker!soobin X stalker!reader pfft, it's such a dark comedy dynamic, like

"are you scared I kidnapped you?"

"jokes on you, I've been awake this entire time and let you, I'm into this shit"

you get me so bad cos i love dark concepts when both characters are equally fucked up and evil. like it’s not fun unless she’s just as fucked up as he is 🙏 ESPECIALLY when it's comedy??? this was just for me specifically

♡ tw. ( 18+ mdni! ) stalker!soobin, stalker!reader, possessive and obsessive behavior, mentions of violence and murder, mentions of blackmail, panty stealing and sniffing, nonconsensual photographs, masturbation (f. and m. rec)

stalker!soobin who’s obsessed with his childhood friend, a family friend's daughter who he's been in love with before he knew what the word even meant. they grew up together, attached at the hip, your fiery personality protecting shy, quiet soobin from bullies even though he's always been over a head taller than you. you protected him, and in turn he protected you-- by scaring away any boy who ever showed any interest in you. a darker side of him you never saw coming out when he told them he'd break their legs if they ever came up to you again... a promise, not a threat. all those years, you thought that you were simply unattractive, something soobin vehemently denied over and over because, at least to him, you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. your senior year of high school, when you cried to him that no one in your class invited you to prom, soobin was quick to comfort you and tell you that he'll take you-- and he had to hide his sick, twisted smile in your hair as you danced, because he had blackmailed and broken the fingers of at least ten other boys to get in that spot.

but after you graduated, you had been accepted into your dream school, hundreds of miles away. soobin tried to be happy for you, he really did! but you were leaving him. how was he supposed to protect you if you weren't by his side? what if you went away and met a boy, one who wasn't him, and forgot all about him back at home? he just couldn't accept it.

soobin secretly applying to the same university without your knowledge, and watching you from afar... carefully snapping photos of you from across the dining hall or across the campus yard, talking with your friends, reading your books, bending down to grab something that you had dropped (and giving soobin an eyeful of your panties from underneath your skirt, something for him to blow his load all over later in the night)

he thinks he's doing a good job of hiding, but in actuality you've known he's been following you this entire time, since you first spotted him trying his best to hide in the back of one of your classes (one he hadn't known you were also taking, oops). you go about your days as if you don't feel his eyes and his camera on you at all times, because as sick and twisted as it is, you enjoy it. you enjoy him following you around, doing a terrible acting job of it just being a coincidence that he's taking classes at the same university whenever you inevitably bump into him. You enjoy it when you invite him over to your dorm and your used panties mysteriously go missing in his wake. you enjoy it because it's such a comfort to you to know that he's just as unhealthily obsessed with you as you are with him.

[rosenclaws]

Missing Piece || Leopold Mountbatten x Reader

summary: Leopold has come back from his time travel adventure heartbroken and unable to see who was right in front of him all this time.

warnings: gn!reader, leopold's uncle is a bitch lmao, Leopold gets slapped once like in the movie, angst, happy ending, very bad attempt at a Victorian accent.

wc: 2.8k

a/n: LEOPOLDDDD. Okay I've been in such a Leopold mood and I wanted to write something and I remembered this idea from a while ago and I finally sat down and wrote it. I apologize for the shitty British accent attempts I don't have the energy to try to be historically accurate. Anyways I hope u enjoy our victorian pretty boy <3 I hope it makes sort of sense I'm a little iffy about my writing rn

He's doing it again. Staring out the window with this, love sick look on his face. Ever since the party his uncle threw Leopold has been off. You knew he had been dreading it since his Uncle was practically forcing him to marry, but somehow Leopold changed his mind and he has another year until he must finally settle down. ou thought he'd be happier but he just looks sad.

That night you found him staring at the sky. You were just to bring him an evening snack but he wasn't feeling very hungry. He looked at you with those, beautiful green eyes of his and weaved the most outlandish story you had ever heard.

That he time traveled 200 years into the future. There were buildings that touched the sky and strange machines that could do the unthinkable. There was this look in his eyes. One of loss. Cautiously you stepped out of your servant role for a moment and asked. Placing your hand on his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I fell in love..." He stated plainly and you had to pretend like he didn't just destroy your soul with four words. Pretend like you weren't in love with him and had been for years. You smiled as he told you about her. Kate. She sounded, amazing. She was strong and commanding. The more Leopold talked about her the more you could see in his eyes just how much he missed her.

"I loved her. I asked her to run away with me. But she said no." His lips formed a tight smile. He glanced down at your hand which was still resting on his arm and you quickly pull back.

"My apologies." You bowed as you backed away from him. He looks as if he wishes to reach out but a knock at the door interrupts. His Uncle comes barging through.

"What are you still doing in here?" He asked looking at you with narrowed eyes.

"Nothing my lord." You bowed your head.

"Go fetch me a cup of tea." He shooed you away without a second thought and you listened because you were just a servant and that's all you'd ever be.

Tears in your eyes as you headed down to the kitchen to fix Lord Mountbatten his tea. Thank goodness it's quiet as the only thing that can be heard is your sniffles.

"Are you alright my dear?" You wiped your eyes to see Otis standing at the door.

"Yes of course." He gives you a look and your shoulders sag. He walks over and takes the tea cup from your hand.

"It's silly Otis really, I'll be alright." You smile as you try and take the tea back but he doesn't let you.

"You know, I remember the day you were hired here. You were so nervous and almost tipped over a very expensive looking vase in the foyer." You winced at the memory.

The Mountbatten estate was huge and you had never seen so many expensive things all together. You had knocked back into a vase and it would have fallen and crashed to the floor if not for Leopold. He saved it and instead of scolding you he just laughed.

"You may be fooling everyone else my dear, but your eyes that day could never lie." Otis saw the lovestruck look in your eyes at once.

"Now, I will take this upstairs, you get to bed."

"Leopold treats us so well Otis, sometimes I forget that I'm nothing but a servant." You whispered, ignoring the sad look in Otis's eyes as you walk back to your bed.

You vowed that day to never forget it again. You were hopelessly in love with him and had been since the day you let. But Leopold was a Duke. He was expected to marry someone rich and bring fortune to both families. You stood by the side and served drinks.

In all your time Leopold had never shown interest in anyone. A few failed attempts at courting but nothing ever lasted. Perhaps that was the reason you let your mind dream such idiotic dreams. Leopold treated you as his equal, he was warm and kind. You thought that maybe, just maybe he could be yours. But that's nothing but a silly thought now.

You put distance between you and Leopold, choosing to take care of the chores instead to keep busy. Unfortunately tonight, you were the only one left to serve him his tea and you couldn't say no.

"My grace, I have your tea." You say softly as you place two fine china teacup by the table near his window. It was odd he asked for two but perhaps he was extra thirsty. He's standing with his hands behind his back. Watching the lights of the city.

"She had this balcony you know, we'd sit and watch her neighbors." He sighed.

Leopold missed Kate. But he also missed Charlie and Stuart too. To be introduced to that magical world and be forced to go home. It was a tough pill to swallow. You don't respond as you place down the milk and sugar next to it.

"Is there anything else my grace?" You ask quietly.

"Yes, would you care to join me?" He gestures to an empty chair. You're hesitant to sit but you could never say no to this man. You sit quietly as he sips his tea.

"My Uncle is fast asleep by now, you do not have to worry about him."

"It's not that your grace." You say quickly. The truth is you can barely stand being so close to him right now. Just seeing him hurt your heart. To see him so in love with another.

"I've told you many times to call me Leopold." He furrows his brows as you shrug him off. He sets down his tea and turns his full attention towards you.

"Have I done something wrong? I've noticed you have been avoiding me." You almost choke on your tea. You didn't think he even paid attention to that.

"No my grace." He gives" you look and you correct yourself.

"Leopold. I've simply been busy." Leopold doesn't believe you fully but he does not press.

"I think you would have liked this future world." He says, looking out the window. The view is nothing compared to New York two hundred years from now. He missed the bright lights and the city that never appeared to rest.

"Oh yes, a place where my job is replaced by unearthly contraptions." You say with the hint of a smile. He spoke of one that cleaned dishes and a tiny machine that could send your voice anywhere in the world.

"Perhaps it does, but that just means you could do something more. Something amazing."

"Leopold I do not think I am the person to do anything amazing." You dismiss him. He has big dreams and a brilliant mind. Leopold was destined to be more. You were not.

"Do not say that. You are more than what you think you are. I mean it." He places a hand on yours and you flinch. His hand is so warm. It sends shivers through your whole body. You quickly pull your hand back. Holding to close to your chest.

"May I ask you something Leopold?"

"Of course."

"Do you still love her? Kate I mean." His face turns sad as his head falls.

"She made her choice and it was not me. I respect that." Honestly he's unsure about his feelings.

Perhaps they were real, or maybe it was just the rush of emotions from being thrust into such a strange situation. There was no doubt she was a beautiful woman but in hindsight, the two of them were never meant to be.

"She was unlike anyone I have ever met. Headstrong, focused, successful." Everything you are not you think to yourself.

"To uproot her whole life, it was unfair of me to ask." He says as stares out the window. But does he still love her? The way his eyes sparkle when he speaks of her, you wish he saw you that way. For him to pick you over his suitors, to forget his duty and love you.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason." You notice his cup is empty and you take the chance to leave. Wishing to be far away from the man you love so desperately right now.

"Thank you for the tea Leopold, but I must be going now." As you stand he reaches for your wrist, his hand curling around it firmly.

"Promise me my dear, that if I have insulted you in someway you will tell me." He whispers. Leopold has felt you pull away and it's confusing him. You were always the one he'd seek for comfort besides Otis. You were his age and understood his longing for more than just fancy parties with boring people. He never cared about status or money. He just wished for good company.

"Leopold I..." You turn to face him, he's so close. He smells like lavender and you close your eyes as the scent fills your nose. Tell him. Just tell him. Your mind screams at you to just let it all out.

"Yes?" He whispers back. His voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I love you." You confess. You wait for a response but it never comes. He lets go of you and takes a step back, eyes wide as he stares at you.

"Leopold please, say something." You beg with tears in your eyes. You reach for him but a voice stops you.

"What on Earth!" You jump back at the sound of his Uncle's voice. Eyes wide as you put as much difference between yourself and Leopold.

"Leopold!" His uncle stomps over and Leopold sees the fear in your eyes. He's still stunned by your confession but seems to act on instinct. He stands in front of you without hesitation, blocking you from his Uncle's angry gaze. You gasp as he slaps Leopold across the face.

"What have I told you about this? You are a Duke and you need to act like it." He grabs Leopold by the collar and drags him out of the room, leaving you shocked. You clean up the tea cups and hurry to your sleep quarters. Otis is sitting by his door, reading a book when you come rushing down.

"I cannot do this anymore Otis." You cry as you collapse at his feet.

"What do you mean?" Otis lets you cry on his leg as he offers you comforting words. He was always like a father to you.

"My heart, it belongs to him but he loves her." You stand to your feet as you wipe your eyes.

"And his Uncle. Forgive me for speaking ill of the man of the house but he is horrid. Only caring for wealth and nothing more." You start to pace back and forth as you vent your emotions out.

"I love him Otis, You are right I've been in love with him since the day I met him. I told him tonight and he said nothing. Not a word." You wipe your eyes as you sigh in defeat.

"Give him time dear." Otis says as he stands up, giving you comforting hug.

"He loves another Otis. It's clear as day and I could never compare." You say sadly.

"Perhaps, it's time for me to move on." You couldn't stay here anymore.

Being around Leopold, you could never move on if you worked for him. Every day you feel the ache in your heart, the longing to be with him overpowers everything else in your mind. You love him. So much. But he doesn't feel the same and therefore you must go to protect your own heart. Maybe one day you could return, but truthfully you do not think that was possible.

You cannot see another marry Leopold. You cannot see them live the life you dreamed of. So you must leave.

You spend the night packing your things and writing two letters. One of your resignation and another for Leopold. To tell him you are sorry and explain why you're leaving. You hope he understands. That next morning you handed your resignation to Millard Mountbatten and gave Otis the letter to deliver to Leopold. With one last look back you set off in search of a new home.

Given your past experience, finding another servant job does not take too long. They're a nice family and they treat you kindly but in your heart you still miss Leopold. You keep in contact with Otis, sending him letters every now and then but you never ask about Leopold. Not wanting to know if he's found another to marry. If he even misses you.

A loud knock at the door echoes through the manor of your new employers. They were out for the day meaning it was just you. You open the door, ready to shoo away the visitor. That is until you look to see who it is.

"Leopold?" You ask in disbelief. He looks, unkept. His hair is messy and there's bags under his eyes.

"You're really here, oh thank goodness." He steps inside and you close the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?" You ask as he runs his hands through his hair.

"How could you leave me?" He holds out the letter you wrote him.

It was like his world came crashing down when Otis handed him that letter. He ran to your bedroom but your things were already gone. He confronted his uncle he just shrugged and said they'd hire someone new. It filled him with rage hearing how little his uncle cared about you. Your absence, it left a bigger hole in his heart than he ever felt. Not even when he was forced to return to his time period. He missed Kate yes, but he missed the time. The life that she lived. Losing her and Charlie and Stuart were losing close friends.

But knowing you were gone, it hurt him down to his core. He searched for you, going to every neighbor to find you but nothing. Until Otis came to him one night and asked him one simple question.

Do you love them?

It took Leopold all of ten minutes to decide where his heart truly lied and it was never with Kate, it was always you. Your confession shocked him to his core. All this time how could he be so blind. He wanted to say more but his uncle ruined the moment.

"I apologize my grace..."

"Enough! Enough with the formality. I may have been born a duke but I could care less about my status." He drops the letter and slowly walks towards you. You back up until you hit the door. You're afraid to even breathe, wondering if this was some dream.

"My heart belongs to you my love. It always has."

"What about Kate? Your...adventures?" You ask. You want to give in, ignore the doubts that swirl in your head.

"I was so swept up in all that insanity that I thought I felt something for her. She's a friend yes but we would never have worked."

"It was hard to see you so heartbroken, I thought you loved her. That you could never love me." You whisper and Leopold cups your face in his hands.

"And I will spend every day of my life making it up to you." His thumb brushes over your lips. Goodness is he handsome.

"You've always been there for me and I am truly a fool for never seeing what was clearly there." He tilts your head up and kisses you. His lips are soft and his hands slide down from your face to your waist. Pulling you closer to him.

"I love you Leopold," You gasp as he pulls away. His lips finding the edge of your lips. Kissing all over your face.

"I love you too." He mumbles.

"What about your uncle?" The worry comes back but Leopold kisses you again to silence it.

"Forget him. I refuse to let him control my life anymore. If I wish to marry you then I will. I don't care what he says." Your heart flutters at the mention of marriage.

"You wish to marry me?" He smiles pulls you closer in his arms.

"Of course I do." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gorgeous ring.

"This was my mothers. I've kept it locked away for a long time, dreading the day I had to place it on the hand of someone I never loved." He takes your hand and slides the ring onto your finger.

"Perfect." He holds it up to the sunlight and it shines.

"Now, will you come home?" You nod.

This would be hard to explain to your new employers but you could care less. Hand in hand with your new lover. The man you've been dreaming of. You finally have him and nothing was going to get in your way again. Not time travel or his uncle.

Just the two of you taking a leap of faith into the unknown.

[yichens]

the fearsome demon king is actually just a Good BoyTM, more at 8

[dewwshi]

he may be the better swordsman but we all know who wins the wrestling matches

(psst i'm on bluesky now i guess?)

[dkettchen]

I have officially finished my adventure time (partially-re-)watch, so now I shall finally commence catching up on the like 80+ eps of one piece I'm behind as my new (old) idle show 👌

[dandyshucks]

part of me wants to (re)start up the indigenous selfship tag bc it seems to have died last year but also i do not feel like the right person to do that bc I'm still working to reconnect w my culture properly. also i missed saying anything about indigenous history month last month and augh I wish I'd been around for it properly to actually make art for it ;-; maybe I'll make some late art.... share some cultural things I've learned over the past couple years... draw Wardell with a sash and ribbon shirt perhaps,,,

[robustcornhusk]

day 1 of flea pill: put some cat tube on it. immediately he ate it. good boy!

day 2 of flea pill: put some cat tube on it. he licked it, knocked the pill off the goop. put some more on. he ate it. good boy!

day 3 of flea pill: put some cat tube on it. he licked it off. put more on. he licked it off. put the cat goop on the plate, put the pill on it, covered it. he licked under it. pilled him normally. i'm impressed but come on, man

[ebitenpura]

still thinking about how Eight doesn't want to run into other Echani in the wild because he's afraid they'll see right through him and know the kind of man he is at first glance (an honorless killer) and the knowledge that he no longer fits even in his own culture's society would be too harsh a blow to bear, but unbeknownst to him it'd probably just make him more attractive in their eyes lolol

[g-k444]

Going to a party this Saturday. Push up bra, low waisted jeans w my thong's straps visible as they encompass the fat of my hips and show beneath my cropped v-neck

oh all the whorish things i could do

suck a dick in the next room, get fingered upstairs, even makeout in the same room as everyone else

but what are all the whorish things that everyone could do to me?

you know, when i cant find my phone and am struggling to walk from one side of the room to the other so that i can find it and call and uber and end this godforsaken party by going to bed...

everyone's begun trickling out and it's just the host and a couple of his mates who are staying the night, now, waving the last guy out and giving a girl her bag before her friend drives them home.

then the man helping me find my phone turns on my the minute the front door is locked.

"C'mon guys, get her upstairs"

I'm barely in control of my body - my force weakened as i struggle against the arms that hold either side of my body and strongly walk me to the stairs

but i cant make it up.

my body collapses into the stairs and a groan leaves my mouth. i want to leave; i dont want to go upstairs with these boys. i cant even make it up the stairs. my body is too weak from the alcohol of too many drinks to count over the course of the night.

"You aren't going to come up? We're being nice to you here trying to take you to a bed but you're gonna resist? fine, fuck you, you can take it on the stairs instead like the bitch you are."

there isn't a flat surface to lean my head back against, a man's hips hammering his cock into my mouth as my head limps rests against the edge of the stair, mouth loose and motionless, groaning around his cock lowly as he uses my orifices

i can feel and hear two others spitting on my pussy and dragging it over my folds and playing with my pussy for their entertainment. Pushing a flap left and right to toy with a pussy that wasn't being protected by a sober, private girl like i would normally be.

I could feel their spit dripping from over my pussy to my asshole, and before i knew it I could feel either hole being penetrated - my body manhandled into a better position whilst no no nononoNO'S- left my mouth at the thickness of the cock that began moving mercilessly in my tight hole, balls slapping against my skin as if bruising my self-worth

"God, you gotta see her tits swinging when you fuck her - lemme take a vid to remember - that's gotta be the most shamelessly whorey pair i've ever seen..."

I tried to cover my face with a face, but the hand beneath me gave out instead, and so my body collapsed into the stairs beneath my body. The man holding the camera courteously picked me up and held my up by a shoulder so that my tits still swung for the camera in front.

"Sent to the groupchat, they're replying... Yep, they appreciate the view just as much."

Another cry left my mouth and I felt something tap against my cheek to shut me up. Someone yielded their hard cock in their hand, and appeared to have slapped it against my face to shut me up. I tried to open my mouth to let them just put it in - my drunken brain not working for itself as it urged me to let the man get his release in my mouth

but instead, he continued to keep rubbing his shaft over my face - letting the tip rub against the socket of my eye and the length press into my cheek, letting it movie over either of my wet lips

"Oh the boys in the groupchat really like it. They say they're comin' over in 5 to get some themselves. Hope you're ready for a good long night tonight bitch, because you aren't gonna be able to walk out the door tomorrow morning. Oh no, we're gonna fuck you dumb tonight, then use your broken-bitch body to get us off tomorrow morning, too."