#they are well-behaved obedient and loyal

[andersdotters]

Ayato really liking dogs and the connection between Thoma and dogs really kind of just... portray their relationship in a bad light, but in the kind of way that I can't say it's incorrect either.

[wispeth]

Every knight of the round table possesses a trait that Arthur admires about them--a trait that he inevitably adopts himself, trying to mold himself into someone he is proud to be, by looking first at the people he admires, and why. Mimicry is the highest form of flattery after all.

Leon was the first person Arthur ever truly admired. When Arthur was a boy, he took a first notice of Sir Leon during his (Leon's) knighting ceremony. After a boyish bout of asking round the guests, Arthur had deducted that Sir Leon was something of a prodigy swordsman; the ginger haired man was younger than most who'd been knighted that day, but he was given additional honors for a recent act of heroism. It certainly raptured the princeling's attention.

That and, Uther looked genuinely pleased with him, which caught the eye of the little prince, who wished for his father to see him in the same light. Little Arthur wanted also to be something his father was proud of. So he looked to Sir Leon.

The knight was loyal. He was honorable. He was chivalrous. He was obedient. He was a proper soldier. He was everything a knight was meant to be; Arthur could see then why his father would be proud. Arthur took pride in him as well, still did, far beyond those days of youth.

The princeling was not jealous, no. He was awestruck. 'I could do that too,' he thought in wonder. 'I could be a knight.' He couldn't have been older than nine at the time: no idea who he was, but he did know, in his heart of hearts, that he, too, wanted to be a man like that.

Far later, now, Leon is a knight of the round table. His place at the table represents the soldier in Arthur--his roots--reminds him what he's fighting for: for Camelot, for home.

Lancelot, as well, was someone that Arthur admired. He faught only for the most noble of reasons, and was otherwise a very gentle (albeit gently chaotic) soul. He was kind, and he was charming, and Merlin--that was someone else who's opinion mattered--Merlin always looked happy to see Lancelot.

Arthur could do that as well. He could be kind.

Then there was Gwaine. That one, he, oddly enough, signified Arthur's humility. He was messy, sure, plenty rough round the edges, but he was a serious man when it counted (and not a second more).

Becoming a knight made him no less human. He was just as much of a man as he was before, just as much of a drunk, and a troublemaker, and just as good a friend. Similarly, even being but a mortal man of mortal mistakes, he was no less of a knight.

Arthur took a page from his book: to be a man first, and a king second. He would not make kingly decisions that would hurt his honest heart, and he would not do reckless things with the heart he uses to rule.

And Merlin--gods above, Merlin--there lies the heart in question. Merlin was hope itself. He was everything sacred in the world that Arthur vowed to protect.

Merlin was, well, he was odd, to say the least. He was gangly, and waifish, and awkward and clumsy--sassy, that one--and boyish too. Merlin went about life as if he learned how to be a person from the ground up, as if he was never told how to behave, as if--when he was young, and full of sunshine still--he was simply let loose, and never told to protect himself.

And still yet, it seemed that he wore his heart on his sleeve everywhere he went, as if nothing bad could happen to it while it was on display. And Arthur would wrangle the fates into obedience if it meant never having to prove Merlin wrong.

[shiorilizzy]

how about Yandere Wriothesley with an insecure female reader that is willing to be with him EVEN suggesting they should have a Baby so he would not leave her (basically obedient Reader

Thank you for asking, I actually love this concept. Sorry if this my headcanons go astray from your request.

Warning: Yandere theme, absolute no beta @@ because my head is full of thoughts but no words come out, Wrio x Clo may not like this one.

Couple: Yandere!Wriothesley x Female!Reader

In my opinion, Wriothesley is also insecure and has trust issues.

He is afraid that someone will take his precious lady. The sight of you getting bored of him and walking away with others is his worst nightmare.

But you are so well-behaved. Even when Wriothesley dragged you down and literally locked you up in his room, your eyes still looked at him so lovingly like he was your whole world.

Having you is like a miracle to him that he thanks Archon every day. It feels like his missing piece.

(You may be every yandere’s dream)

You are his lovely kitty, his treasure, his only exception, his sanity, his obsession, his comfort.

He loves the way you just accept every dark corner of him without hesitation. The more you look at him, the more he wants to spoil and drown you with his love.

Meanwhile, you always think that you are not enough for him. You are scared that someday, Wriothesley will find a smarter, prettier, and maybe from high society, suitable for Wriothesley’s titles.

So you try your best to be a good girl to him, obey everything he says. You know he likes it.

Both of you are insecure, but you have a way of comforting each other so days fly by peacefully.

Until Clorinde comes to the Fortress one day.

You hear Wriothesley’s chuckles and a female voice, so you take a peek inside.

You see a beautiful woman is having tea with him. You realize her. Clorinde is utterly famous in Fontaine. 

The sound of them, smiling and talking, ringing inside your head and tearing your heart. 

You’re drowning in jealousy but you do not dare to jump in and ask.

Later that night, you shyly ask for a baby. 

Wriothesley was surprised at first, but then he noticed your desperate face.

He knew something was wrong. He patiently hugged you and asked.

“Of course darling, anything you want. But can you tell me the reason for this sudden request? Tell me what’s on your cute mind?”

After a while of “interrogating”, he finally understood the situation.

While you blabbing about how you will be more obedient, begging to stay, Wriothesley's mind was on cloud nine.

Oh my Archon, you must be an angel for his gray life. How could he have such a perfect darling like you?

He was so happy that you were willing to do anything just to be with him.

You accept the risk, the responsibility just to be with him, just for the chance that he would not leave you. You trusted him wholeheartedly and only him. What could he ask more? 

 No one has ever needed him like this before. Your jealous, your insecure, your begging made him feel so loved. 

Wriothesley laughed as he hugged you tightly. He looks like the happiest man in the world.

“Silly, if I want to leave you, I can just take the child and push you out.”

“I want to have kids just because I love you. They will not affect my decision of keeping you.”

He told you that Clorinde was just a colleague. He had no feelings for her.

He planted kisses on your face, showing how happy he was and how much he loved you.

“My dear silly kitten, how could I look at others when I have you already? How could I live without you now?”

“You want it or not, I will never let you go, even till the day I die. I will drag you with me. Even the next life and the next next life. You’re bound with me. You cannot escape from me.”

“Besides, I am the one afraid about you running away…”

He soon lit up your mood with his sassy humor. 

Having a loyal lover makes this kinda twisted love completely normal.

Bonus:

After a few days, Clorinde and Navia were invited to a tea party in the Fortress. Clorinde looked at you, sat on Wriothesley’s lap, from top to toe:

“I think I know where all of the factory’s profit goes.”

[papurgaatika]

The Best Of You, Honey, Belongs To Me

Kinktober Prompt 3: Threesome

MINORS DNI WITH MY WORK!!

A/N: howdy howdy my lovelies. I got carried away with this. I truly do NOT know how this happened tee bee aich. I'm just horny and a brat I guess. Thank you my beloved @carlynkurin as always, ur my number one smut reader and you slay every time Also huge thanks to my darling @phoeberidgers, i love you whole heartedly. I truly have nothing else to add today everyone. Peace and love on the planet Earth. Stay horny xoxo

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Tags: threesome, brat taming, spanking, spit kink, rope, cucking as punishment kinda, strict dom tess, soft dom joel, reader is a brat, oral (f and m receiving), degradation, daddy kink, implied age gap, d/s dynamics, established relationship, orgasm denial

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: You were a brat, it was in your nature, and you couldn't help but push their limits. Unfortunately for you, Tess doesn’t take anyone’s shit and Joel is loyal to her.

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You weren’t dating them. They weren’t even dating each other. But you were theirs, there was no damn doubt about it. They take care of you, keep you obedient, and hide you away from the rough parts of their lives. You were their sweet girl, and they liked making you stay good. 

But god help you, you were a brat to your core. Every single day was a challenge with them. You left your door unlocked after Tess told you to lock it while they were gone, flirted with some of the younger guys in the QZ when Joel was near you, and ignored their little rules. But you had gone too far this time, pushed their limits too much. 

They had finally let you come on a run, they don't ever let you come with them, only letting you do their deals inside the QZ if they're desperate. And you were in an absolute mood when they took you tonight. Grinding on Joel's dick anytime you had to “squeeze” past him, letting water drip down your neck between your tits while making eye contact with Tess, giggling at the guys they were trading with and biting your lip, and turning around to make full eye contact with the two of them. You were having fun riling them up. Watching the slow build of anger in Tess’s eyes and the ever-hardening outline of Joel’s cock had soft little giggles leaving your lips. 

You didn't really stop to consider the aftermath of your behavior. 

It turns out they didn't appreciate your humor.  “What the fuck was that?” Tess is hissing out as soon as you walk into the apartment. 

You bite your lip with a faux look of innocence “What was what?” 

Tess just scoffs eyes narrowed at you “Don't act like you don't know what the fuck you've been doing all night little girl.”  Joel just watches the scene unfolding between the two of you with dark eyes, moving from your hands wringing together and Tess’ narrowed eyes. Your eyes flick between the two of them, batting your eyelashes and letting your lips fall into a little pout.

You didn’t think you’d rile Tess up as much as you had. You’ve teased her before, and yes you were a brat- she loved that about you- but you had never seen her so downright pissed off. Not at you at least. “I don’t know what you mean..�� your words come out as a gentle purr, big wide eyes looking at the both of them.

Joel lets out a noise of warning ‘’baby… don’t act like this”

Tess scoffs at his words, turning her head to shoot daggers at him “She knows what she’s doing Joel.” The sound that leaves her mouth is almost a growl “Bratty fucking things never learned to behave. Flirting with those stupid guards? Do you think they could give you what you need? Treat you how you deserve?” You squeak as Tess moves to grip your jaw between her fingers, pressing on your cheeks and tilting your head up so you have to look at her. You let out a quiet No ma'am, as well as you could with her fingers squishing into your cheeks.

She lets out a soft tsk at your words “Now where did all that fight go baby? All that fucking attitude?” she mocks. She moves the thumb that’s gripping your jaw and runs it over your bottom lip, pulling it down softly. Your mouth parts, taking her thumb into it, tongue swirling over the pad of her fingertip and letting your spit collect over it as a needy whine leaves your throat as she pulls it out. “So fucking pathetic.” Her thumb strokes your cheek, your own spit covering your skin and cooling your heated blush. “You want to be touched, baby? Huh is that what you want?”

You nod as much as possible with her hand holding you mostly still. Your eyes flick over to Joels, eyes wide and pleading. Joel makes it about half a step towards you before Tess is holding her hand up, stopping him in his tracks. “I don’t think so. Brats do not get what they want that easily.” You feel an argument building in the back of your throat and are immediately silenced by the look she gives you.

“I think” she hums “the only thing to do with you is have you kneel” She grabs your hair, tugging you to a spot parallel to the bed. You sink down to your knees, eyes not leaving hers as she gives a few pats to your cheek. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, waiting for anything at that point: her fingers, a drop of spit, her cunt, joels cock, anything. Tess lets out a laugh and a grin plays on her lips, teeth so sharp it looks like she could take a bite out of you.

“Oh poor needy baby” she grips your chin and closes your mouth “You are not getting anything tonight.” She slides her hand off of you and moves to take off her top “You are just gonna sit here, looking pretty and pathetic, and watch.” 

You feel butterflies in your stomach as her words leave her lips, a pout and protest bubbling up from inside of you. “Wait no-” you look up at her before a glare in your direction cuts your words off in your throat. 

“Do not argue with me. You knew you were being a fucking tease and now this is what you get” Her words are stern as her eyes bore into yours. Your eyes are glued to her movements as she throws a bundle of rope in Joel's direction, stripping off her jeans while he follows the silent command to tie you up. 

Joel moves to where you are kneeling on the floor, his hands making quick work of the rope around your skin. Your wrists were bound together in front of you, and you whine and try to grab at him when he finishes with you. He was always weak for you, always let you get away with stuff you know you damn well shouldn't have gotten away with. Your eyes are big and innocent when you look up at him, a perfect pout on your lips. “I'm sorry, Daddy,” you whimper, trying to sway this in your favor. 

Joel is immediately conflicted. He wants to scoop you up and tell you that he’s not mad, that you need to behave better but eat you out until you're teary-eyed anyway. But he knows that Tess is in charge, and damn it he was not going to piss her off. Sure Joel was dominant, but Tess… Tess was something else. She commanded the room in ways you didn't think were possible. Everything about her exudes power and seeing Joel hesitate because of her made your cunt throb. The way his eyes flickered between the two of you, how his tongue darted out to wet his lips, the curve of Tess’ spine that you could see as she undid her shirt.

“I know you are baby,” Joel's voice snaps your gaze away from Tess, whose smirk was practically wolfish now. “But you know the rules, what Tess says goes.” you pout at him, though you know your efforts are futile, his mind is made up. Tess throws a pillow down on the wooden floor, helping you settle your knees onto it so that they don't bruise. You smile at her momentarily, hoping that she might go easy on you now that she’s afforded you a semblance of comfort. 

“That's cute” she coos at you, a condescending pat on your cheek following her words “I'm not gonna be nice tonight, you’re just going to be there a while and I don't like damaging my toys.” You feel your face fall back into that same “innocent” pout you’ve been giving them all night to no avail when she gets onto the bed, kneeling so her cunt is directly in your sight. 

Perfect and dripping. She was getting off on your suffering, on putting you in your place. Despite this being a punishment, the sight of her aching and wet on the bed above you was a very good incentive to keep acting out. “Joel. Lay down” her voice rings out, and Joel wastes no time in listening to his orders. He props himself on the bed, his thick thighs spread so you can see the head of his cock from between them. 

Tess moves so she is situated right above his face. “This is what you wanted right?” she mocks you “to have his lips on your pathetic little cunt hm?” You let out a quiet yes ma'am and your eyes gaze at the pair hungrily. “that's too fucking bad.” she snaps “You’re a needy little brat so now you’re going to drip on the floor while you watch him put his mouth to better use.” 

You watch as she lowers herself above Joel's mouth, his hands instantly grabbing at her hips and pulling her down all the way so she doesn't have to hover. Joel’s mouth is working her immediately, tongue flattening and licking stripes up to her clit, before moving back down and dipping into her fluttering hole. “could’ve- shit-” she rolls her hips so Joel's nose rubs against her clit “could’ve had this if you behaved. Could’ve had his mouth while you ate me out. But now you get to sit there and learn some goddamn manners” 

You can feel yourself clenching around nothing, feeling extremely empty and on the verge of begging for forgiveness, not that she would give it to you so easily. The view of the two of them in front of you had you spellbound. The way his fingers dug into her skin just under the swell of her ass, how Tess’ head was thrown back, her face twisting in pleasure, how Joel’s thighs twitched and his cock leaked precum just from the taste of her. Joel was focused solely on her now, you were a side thought, and however much that makes you want to whine, you couldn't blame in the moment. 

Tess was a vision on top of him. You wanted to map out every single one of her freckles, keep them logged so that you’d never forget. Her hand moves to Joel's hair, taking control and riding his face how she needs it. Her hips roll back and forth, and your eyes follow like she’s a hypnotist. You can barely hear her moans over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears. She takes her time, staying there on top of him so long you’re sure he’s running out of air, but dying under her is a death both Joel and you would welcome. “atta fucking boy~” she gasps as her clit bumps against his nose, Joel’s eyes practically rolling back at the praise. 

You can see her hand tighten in his hair and her thighs clamp around the side of his head,  you can see the muscles in her arms flex as she finds her orgasm. Never one to waste a drop of his own personal ambrosia, Joel's hands are back on her waist as he works her through it. His tongue is slow and deliberate with the motions, lips sucking on her clit gently to not overstimulate her. Not yet at least. Tess's hips are still on top of him as she finally comes all the way back down from her high. Joel's chest was steadily rising and falling underneath her, his chin fully soaked with her release. 

You watch as she slides off of him and licks a stripe up her hand before moving to grip Joel's aching cock, gripping it and torturously moving it up and down. You watch as his hips buck with her movements, and your hands struggle against the rope binding them involuntarily. “Daddy-” you whine, your body itching to touch him.

Tess tuts at you, eyes narrowing when they find you. “Hush.” Her hands never stop their movement. “This isn’t for you. You never fucking learn your lesson.” 

You feel tears of frustration building in your eyes. Your body was on fire with need and no number of spankings could make you repent how this would. “I'm sorry” you whimper, voice quiet and penitent. “I'll be good from now on I swear I-” 

A sharp laugh from Tess cuts you off. Her eyes roll at you as she continues to jerk Joel off. “I'm sorry” she mocks “I'll be good. Spare me the repentance brat. You say that every single time, you aren't getting what you want.” Her words cut at you, but you know that they're true. Know that she isn't fucking around with you right now. “Prove it to me that you’ll be fucking good. What're you gonna do” 

You scramble for an answer, trying to think of a good reply, but you can't come up with anything. You’ve said it all before, promised her that you’d behave and that you’d stop talking back and that you’d listen time and time again. She wouldn't buy it this time, she was going to see right through your shit. “I don't know” you sniff “but please I can be a good girl for you I promise I'll be good on runs from now on” your eyes plead with hers. Joel wasn't going to get you out of this, he was too damn lost on how good her hand squeezed him, how hard he was in her palm. 

“Get over here” she commands “suck his cock, and you better be damn good at it today.” You can barely shuffle over with your ankles bound together, but you manage to kneel at the side of the bed, his cock just inches away from your mouth, beckoning you in. You brace your hands on the bottom of the bed as best you can, and wait for him to shift to allow you to reach him. Joel moved so he was sitting with his legs over the edge of the bed, his thighs spread perfectly to cage you between them. He eyes you hungrily, taking in the sight of your half-glassy eyes and your bitten red lips just waiting for him. 

“God baby, always so pretty” he coos, running a gentle hand over your hair “gotta learn to be good for us, can’t keep punishing you, you know that” Somehow his gentle admonishments make you feel worse about the situation than Tess's reprimands. He was always so soft with you, taking his time and never getting impatient, that you suddenly regret ever acting out in the first place. 

“I'm sorry, daddy” you whisper, your cheek resting on the muscle of his inner thigh, lips pressing faint kisses against the skin. “I'll be good, I promise…” you feel the soft hairs on his legs brushing against you, and you crave more, you crave both of them, wanting to be consumed whole. 

He sighs and runs a calloused hand over the smooth skin of your shoulder, trying to soothe you slightly “I know baby but-” 

“Enough.” Tess's voice rings out, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Quit babying her, Joel. She’s gonna do a good job or so help me.” You squeak quietly, eyes wide on her before you nod dutifully. You manage to whisper a quiet yes ma'am and get to work on his cock You loved being here, between his legs, your lips pressing gentle kisses against the base all the way up to the tip and then back down again. You take the time to kitten lick at his head, spreading pre-cum over your lips before licking a few more teasing stripes over the vein on his cock. 

You were so lost in the moment you hadn't even noticed Tess come up behind you, only realizing when the crack of her hand against the skin of your ass makes you jump “I didn't tell you to tease him, I told you to suck his cock” she chastises you, her hand gripping your hair, sending sparks of pain and pleasure down your scalp. “Open” is the only thing that leaves her mouth before she presses your mouth down his shaft. Your tongue is pressed out between your mouth, and you can feel the spit dripping down onto your tits when she releases your hair. 

“Messy. Fucking. Girl.” Each one of her words is emphasized with a slap against your now reddening ass, making your cunt clench each time. You moan around Joel as you feel Tess's hands rubbing your spit into your skin, her fingers taking a moment to pinch at your nipples. You arch your back at her touch, while taking Joel deeper, feeling the coarse hairs brushing against your nose as you breathe in his scent. You feel Tess hold you down on his cock, your eyes rolling back for a moment as you gag on him slightly before she lets you off of him and you cough to catch your breath. 

You were a mess, eyes watering and spit running down your chest. Joel runs a gentle finger over your cheek and leans down to kiss your forehead. “Pretty baby..” he coos “I think you’ve learned your lesson hmm?” You know he isn’t exactly talking to you, his eyes flicking to Tess. She lets out a resigned sigh, knowing she’s lost this battle.

 “Suppose she has…” she murmurs, hands working on the rope at your ankles, “you gonna act out like that again?” She asks, your jaw squeezed between her fingers. 

You meet her eyes, shaking your head as much as you can manage “No ma'am, I'll be good” you whisper “I'm sorry” 

You can see her soften at your response. Despite how much of a hard ass she was with you, she never truly stayed mad at you. She sighs and lets your jaw go, patting your cheek softly “Good girl. On the bed, come on.” You tumble slightly as she helps you up, Joel grinning at the sight. Your hands were still bound, neither of them made a move to untie you, and in your newfound era of respect and obedience, you don't even say anything about it, just let out an oomph when Tess bends you over the bed, your toes curling slightly into the wood under your feet. 

You barely register that Joel isn't standing in front of you until you can feel the rough pads of his fingers dragging over your dripping lips. His touch is featherlight, but you were buzzing at it anyway. Your fingers hold the sheets a little tighter, and your achingly empty cunt flutters, trying to entice him inside. “Look at you baby…” he whispers as his lips press a line down the curve of your spine “Puffy and droolin’ for us, hm?” 

You nod into the sheets, your neck craning back to look at the two of them while they toy with you. Tess doesn't say anything until you feel one of her hands on the small of your back and the other pushes two fingers inside you, a broken little whimper leaving your lips at the feeling. “Was it even a punishment if your needy little hole is pulling me in so tight? Maybe I should just let you sit empty for a little longer huh?” You can hear the wicked grin in her voice, can feel your cunt clench around her slowly moving fingers in desperation 

“No no, please don't-” you babble at her from the sheets, your hips pushing back to keep her inside you “I won't- I'm sorry- I- fuck” 

You can hear her laugh when her fingers curl up and silence your begging. “Alright alright calm down, brat” she hums, her fingers pressing into you steadily getting faster. 

“Wanna- fuck, wanna taste you please” you whine, your hips rocking against her fingers slightly, the friction of the sheets on your clit making you almost dizzy. Her fingers make no move to stop, she doesn't even acknowledge you as she curves her fingers to hit that spot. You feel dazed when her fingers speed up, Joel's hand running up and down your spine watching as Goosebumps continue to pop up behind his fingers. 

“I think our little toy’s gonna cum” he coos at Tess, as he watches your thighs starting to quiver with every thrust of her fingers. You feel like you’re watching yourself, floating out of your own body when Joel's hands hold your thighs steady, his joints cracking as he kneels to press kisses against the bend of your own knees. 

You practically blackout for a few seconds when you cum, the combination of the softness of his kisses and the steady roughness of her fingers making your brain foggy. Your daze snaps when you feel Joel's big hand cup your pussy before slapping it a few times to make you squirm. “Ah! Fuck- daddy-” you cry out, body instinctively pushing forward on the bed to get away from the contact. 

“Shh” he pushes you, his finger pressing over your sensitive lips before gathering some of your arousal on his fingers “We always take care of you… Okay just stay there and be our pretty little girl” he hums. Tess takes the chance to flip you onto your back, legs still dangling off the edge of the bed when she presses a stripe up your cunt. 

You watch her with a strangled moan and she smirks before moving away from you, licking her lips “So fucking sweet, always so damn sweet” You watch with labored breaths when her lips lock onto Joel's, sharing your taste with him. He moans into the kiss, always letting her take the lead, always savoring every little thing that she gives him. One of her hands finds its way into his hair as she pulls it back, his mouth instinctively opening as she spits into it. “I think our toy wants a little taste, baby” she hums, patting Joel's cheek before he moves to you and grips your jaw open. 

Your eyes flutter as the spit hits your tongue. You can taste yourself, but more importantly, you can taste them. You can taste the absolute power they have over you, the pure submission and obedience they demand. You swallow with a moan, your lips falling into a little pout as you wait for them to do something, to do anything else. Joel chuckles at the desperation he can likely see in your expression and kisses the top of your head, pushing back a sweaty strand of your hair from your face. 

“Maybe you should use those newfound manners, baby” he murmurs “Show Tess you really learned that lesson o’yours” his voice is low in your ear, a shiver running down your spine as you look up at Tess with big wide eyes. You know that she’d give you what you wanted eventually, even if you didn't ask. But it feels good to ask, to know that despite her controlling the situation, despite her controlling you, she would give in to the soft words that leave your lips. 

“Please,” you whisper, voice soft, almost devout in your pleading. “Please use me, make me good for you.” you worship them. You would kiss the ground they walk on if she asked it of you. Your mouth is starving to taste her, cunt aching to be filled with him, to have their cum drip from either side of you. 

She coos at you softly, softer than she had been with you all evening, and moves to kneel on the bed in front of you. She was just out of your reach, your back arching as you tried to inch further back on the bed to get closer to her, but she tsks at you and your movement stopped immediately. “Patience, little girl.” her voice teeters on a warning, one you heed with immense caution. 

You nod at her, chewing on your bottom lip as you crane your neck slightly to look at her, before feeling the head of Joel’s cock nudging against your swollen and sensitive clit. Your legs flail and you can hear him chuckle as he holds you down for him. “Just stay nice and still, baby” he half groans as he rubs himself over your wetness. “Don’t gotta do anything, just stay pretty and let us give you what you need, okay?” 

Your mouth practically waters at his words, and before you can even think of a response, Tess is moving to straddle your face, her legs on either side of your head. She grinds her hips into your mouth, your lips opening so your tongue is flat against her. “Good girl” she moans as her hips steadily rocked against your mouth. Your hands twitch against the rope, aching to grab onto her, to the sheets, to anchor yourself at this moment to no avail. 

You feel Joel’s cock breach your glistening hole, the oh-so-familiar stretch a welcome feeling. He moves slowly, letting you get used to him as always before he bottoms out with a grunt, the feeling of his palms burning into your hips. “Tightest fuckin’ pussy I ever had” he groans as he begins to thrust into you. “Gonna fucking cream on me, ain't ya?” 

You let out a muffled noise at his words, clenching around him when Tess stretches across your body to circle your clit with her fingers. You can feel the hardening peaks of her nipples pressing into your skin as she rests her head on one of your thighs. “Pretty little thing, such a pretty baby for us.” You were already sensitive from your first orgasm, but the feeling of Joel’s cock steadily pressing into you, filling you in ways only he can, combined with the taste of Tess’ pussy against your mouth and her fingers on your swollen clit made you insatiable. 

Your thighs move to clamp together when Tess blows a gentle stream of cold air against your heated core. “Gonna- please-” you squeak as your head presses back into the mattress in pleasure. You feel Tess press herself back on your mouth and your tongue darts out lazily so she can use you how she needs to. You were so fucked out that you didn’t think you would comprehend an order if she gave you one at the moment. 

“Already?” she coos, her voice condescending, sending a shiver down your spine. “It’s a little depraved, cumming so quickly because we’re a little mean with you” Your eyes shut at her words, your hips bucking into her fingers and Joel’s thrusts. You feel him move faster, harder, like he was trying to break you, how you liked it.

Your cunt aches, it’s almost too much, but it was so good. You can barely hear yourself when you cum, Tess biting down on the skin of your hip, as joel fucks you through your orgasm. His voice is rough and hoarse as he spills his seed into you. “Right where I fuckin’ belong,” he groans as his dick keeps you plugged up. “In the prettiest pussy, ain't that right?”

Tess smirks and dips her head down to press a kiss to your overstimulated hole, moaning at the combined taste of you and Joel, of the two people that belonged to her. “That's right, baby.” she coos when she comes back up from your cunt.

Frankly, you could barely make out what they were saying, so blissed out in your pleasure that the world around you had faded into a faint ringing noise in your ears. You can feel Tess untying your wrists and massaging the indents in your skin, a few peppered kisses finding their way to your reddened joints. Joel lifts you in his arms, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, as he carries you to the bathroom to clean you up. “Proud of you, sweet girl.” he hums while he sets you down to wipe you off. 

Tess walks into the bathroom with a glass of water, lifting it to your lips. “So proud of you…” she coos, her lips in your hair “did so good for us… always so damn good for us.” you let out a sleepy giggle and grin at the two people in front of you. You were exhausted, absolutely worn out, but that didn't matter now, they had you. They'd take care of you. 

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[meiliarotten]

Any thoughts on sniper and petplay?

Oooooh I have a few!

Sniper Pet Play Headcanons

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

The Masterlist

Firstly what kind of pet are we talking- for simplicity let’s go with the typical pet play go-tos- cat or dog.

Sniper strikes me as more of a dog type

Now Sniper is a pretty dominant type I think, and the closest he’s ever come to pet play is when he’s being feral with you- and even that is more wolf-like.

So turning him into an obedient little puppy may take a bit of taming and patience

Keep at it though, and he’ll be the most loyal and well behaved pet you could wish for.

However, if you’re being the pet, he’ll have you trained up real quick!

He’d be fine with either cat or puppy play, so it’s totally up to your preference; what would you prefer to be?

He’d be the type to forbid you from speaking when your playing the part, since “pets can’t talk,” making you resort to whining or mewling in order to tell him what you want

He would also enjoy the non-sexual aspects of pet play as well, such as simply petting you, keeping you knelt at his feet, etc.

And of course, you have a cute little collar that you wear around in the privacy of his camper.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"I Laugh in the Face of Danger."

The meeting of two grumpy cats (Rollo and Leona) 😳 Not me inserting a Puss in Boots 2: The Last Wish reference, thereby just throwing more cats into the concoction...

My mentor Leona bias also rears its head…

A Big Savanaclaw Welcome to Rollo!

It was a grave mistake on Rollo’s part to waltz into Savanaclaw in his normal attire. The weather is warm, causing sweat to pool and stick to his clothes during the trek to the dorm building. But no, he won't so much as roll up his sleeves or unbutton his collar--that would be an affront to Noble Bell College's uniform!!

It doesn't help his mood that the students jeer as he passes, making comments about how he "won't last five minutes" in their territory. I think you'll find that it is yourselves who won't last five minutes in my presence, Rollo bitterly remarks--though only to himself. He'd have his revenge on them soon enough.

Rollo is miraculously able to suppress the urge to chide them then and there, not wishing to make a public scene. As soon as he steps inside of the dorm building though, he's quickly confronted with a new challenger: Leona Kingscholar.

He was expecting a dorm leader to present themselves with some level of decorum. Those expectations are quickly shattered when he enters to find Leona lounging in bed, Ruggie picking up clothing scattered on the floor, and Jack trying (and failing) to convince his dorm leader to get up.

Ruggie and Jack notice Rollo right away, their ears perking and eyes sharpening as soon as they pick up on his footsteps. Leona doesn't even spare a glance until he casually rolls over onto his side. At last, the lion beastman draws himself up and purrs, "Well, well, well. Look what we have here, our exalted guest from the City of Flowers."

"Were I truly an 'exalted' guest in your eyes, you would have taken more care to mediate your slovenly presentation," Rollo replied, a slight edge to his voice. His patience, worn. “… A pleasure.”

“For fresh meat, you’re quick to nitpick and nag,” Leona snorts. “Maybe you aren’t aware, but around here, I’m the king and my orders are absolute.”

“Then surely a king would behave with more grace and tact. Unfortunately, I sense very little in you.” Already, there is tension in the air, which Ruggie is quick to pick up on.

"Hey, hey, let's all chillax! You guys only just met, and you're about to have a fight? Let's at least wait until we have lunch first!" the hyena suggests. "Right, Jack-kun?" ("R-Right, Ruggie-senpai!" the first year obediently agrees with his upperclassman, then moves in to help tear the two apart.)

Leona and Rollo take their meals separately, not bothering to speak much to the other. As Rollo munches on a croissant, he frowns judgmentally at how Leona tears into meat like some wild animal.

The more he observes of the place, the more it is affirmed that Rollo doesn’t care for Savanaclaw in general—the students are rowdy and classless, and the heat unbearable. Worse yet, he can’t tear his eyes away from their hideous uniform. That can hardly be called a shirt, he laments. You can see so much of the skin that should be covered by fabric!

To Rollo’s horror, Ruggie dares to seat himself in front of him, wearing an impish smile as he kicks up his feet. “What’s up, Rollo-kun?” Ruggie asks with a snicker.

“Don’t you ‘what’s up’ me, you charlatan. You know perfectly well what is ‘up’ here,” Rollo quips back. He prepares to pick up his food and relocate to a different spot, but finds his way blocked off by Jack of all people. Ever the loyal guard dog, he's been wary of Rollo ever since Ruggie told the big story of what went down in the City of Flowers. I'll make sure he doesn't try anything funny again! Jack swears to himself.

Cornered by the duo, Rollo is forced to sit back down. “… Are you thugs trying to intimidate me? Shake me down for all my pocket money?” he demands of them. “It won’t work. You’ll find that I am quite sufficient in the art of self-defense.”

Jack looks to Ruggie for guidance--it's him who knows the most about Rollo of the trio. He leans close to Rollo and, with a grin, says, "Aww, why the mopey face? C'mon, we're not that bad to hang out with. Leona-san just made a bad first impression~ Don't think too badly of him, he's a great guy behind it all."

Rollo casts a doubtful look at Leona, who glares back at him. "I fail to see your perspective."

"You should join us for a match of Magift after lunch then. You'll see how he rules the court and the pack." ("As though I would play around with you scoundrels," Rollo bitterly retorts. "We are not children running haphazardly on a playground.")

"Wooow, Jack," Ruggie lazily huffs. "Looks like we don't have much of a team player here, huh? You know what to do." ("Right, Ruggie-senpai!")

"Excuse me? Just what are you... W-Wait one moment!! GAAAAARGHHHHH!!" Rollo soon finds himself hoisted up and over Jack's shoulder, ferried off to Savanaclaw's Magift stadium.

"Leona-saaan! Everything's in place," Ruggie calls to his dorm leader. Leona wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and smirks. "... Good going, Ruggie. We've got him right where we want him. Now let's see what this herbivore's really made of."

Rollo doesn't realize it, but Leona's been carefully observing him ever since he stepped foot in Savanaclaw. Everything, from the controlled way he looks and talks, implies to Leona that Rollo's putting on a mask--and he fully intends to rip that mask off, revealing his true face.

("Eh, but I already told you everything there is to tell," Ruggie had complained. "Why are we even doing this?" "You're still being paid, aren't you? If I were you, I'd shut your trap before I take back that bonus," Leona replied.)

They're out on the field now. Rollo finds himself surrounded by mob students, each of them looking like they want to tear right into him. When Leona saunters over, disc in hand, they all clear a path for him. "You know how to play?" he asks, to which Rollo scowls.

"I refuse to entertain this charade." With that, Rollo turns on his heel and begins to walk away. He half expects the dorm leader to send his pack after him, but instead he just hears Leona going, "... Suit yourself then. Think fast."

The disc comes whizzing at him, hard and fast, followed by a strong blow of Leona’s wind magic. Rollo doesn't have time to think, it's going to collide with him if he doesn’t—

Against his better judgment, Rollo’s body springs into action. The ring upon his right hand gleams with a dazzling light, magically repelling the disc flying at him and expelling the magical winds. The disc anticlimactically clatters to the ground, and shame floods Rollo—how could he have reacted like that, let magic guide his body?

The lion beastman wears the most self-satisfied smirk Rollo has ever witnessed. “Heh. I knew you had it in you, herbivore. You’re stronger than you look.” He motions, and the Savanaclaw students move in on his command. “Don’t go easy on him.”

“S-Sir! Isn’t this too much?!” Jack objects—the only one of the pack to do so. Rollo would have praised his moral compass had Jack not already played a part in the act. Villains, all of them.

“Jack,” Leona drawls, “I’m shocked to hear that from you. You saw what the man did just now. That’s a high-level defensive spell he cast on a whim. It’d be in poor taste to ‘play nice’ with him—it’d belittle his competence as a mage.”

When he puts it like that, Jack has no choice but to step down and concede with his dorm leader’s logic. Rollo’s absolutely appalled and flabbergasted at Leona’s charisma and skillful twisting of the truth. Perhaps he underestimated him after all—it’s now clear to Rollo that Leona is very, very dangerous.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Leona asks, this time of Rollo. “Pick it up. Pick. It. Up.”

He does, and he makes a run for it.

So begins a ruthless game of cat and mouse on broomsticks, the entire dorm against Rollo. He detests every second of it, doing his best to survive with as little magic as possible amongst the beasts hounding him. Alas, he has to expend some to get out of a few close calls—namely with Leona blasting him.

Rollo comes close to exploding on the spot when he catches some of the Savanaclaw students tearing off their shirts or lifting them to mop up the sweat on their foreheads, giving him (unwanted) glimpses of their toned bodies. “Disgusting…! Deplorable…! Shameless…!” He mutters such accusations all the darn day.

Leona at last calls his goons off and they scatter like the last vestiges of sunlight as the night closes in. It’s just the two of them upon a moonlit stage, staring the other down with suspicious eyes.

Rollo falls, out of breath and head spiraling from exhaustion. Dread courses through his veins when Leona’s shadow falls over him. The lion doesn’t attack or taunt, only smirks. “… You did well. For an herbivore, that is.”

Leona chucks a water bottle at him and collapses beside Rollo, chugging a bottle of his own. Rollo steadily sits up, but dares not drink the water offered to him. He clenches it tightly in his hand. “I’m not in need of your approval, Leona-kun.”

“No one said I was giving it to you.”

They sit in silence for a few moments more, Leona’s gaze fixed on the stars and Rollo staring at Leona. Confused, without answers. “… Why did you accost me?” he demands to know.

“Wanted to confirm a hunch. If we’re going to be forced to host a guest, might as well get something out of it. Cats have their curiosity, you know.” Leona swigs the last of his water and crunches he bottle that remains. “… I heard about you from Ruggie.” A harsh laugh. “Real dumb shit you tried to pull there.”

“Thank you for the reminder,” Rollo snaps.

Leona’s lip curls. He’s not offended—no, he’s mildly amused. “I know your type. You think you’re above it all, that you can prove everyone wrong. Got lofty ambitions. Then the world kicks you down and you have to claw your way back up to where you once were.”

The accusation catches him off-guard, and Rollo immediately takes becomes defensive. “Wh-What… What could you possibly know about me?!” You don’t know what I’ve been through, how much I’ve suffered! How much he suffered…!

“… I don’t,” Leona confesses nonchalantly, “but I know we’ve both got a bone to pick with the lizard, and that’s enough.“ He could offer more advice, more consolation. Be better. Change. Don’t be like me. But he doesn’t.

It’s then that the realization hits Rollo—this man, this villain, sitting beside him, must have experiences akin to his own. A quiet understanding. Rollo’s expression complicates, and he can’t bring himself to meet Leona’s eyes again. In the darkness, they’re bright and piercing, seeking souls to swallow.

"… Life's not fair, is it?" Leona simpers.

"... No. No, it's not."

Rollo lifts his head to the stars, wondering if his brother is watching over him from on above. He allows his eyes to drift shut, and he slowly drinks in the night, savoring its taste.

Rollo’s about to say something else to Leona—a question, a comment, a prayer? But when he looks back, Leona has already dozed off. Rollo sighs and shakes his head. “Honestly… you Night Raven College students are as incorrigible as they come.”

[getvalentined]

One thing that really gets me about Sephiroth's obsession with his mother is that it had to have been instilled in him by Gast and Hojo. Assuming he was raised by the company and in Gast's care until the guy ran off, after which he was shuffled off into Hojo's custody (all of which is either overtly canon or heavily implied enough to be considered canon), it wouldn't have been particularly difficult to pull him away from the whole concept.

Children are dangerously impressionable for the first several years of their lives, it's indescribably easy to condition them into seeing things as normal—this is why a lot of abused children don't talk about anything being wrong, because that's their normal. It would have been very little work to indicate to Sephiroth starting very young that his mother died when he was born, but it's fine because that's not uncommon and he doesn't need to worry about it.

But Gast (and Hojo) didn't do that. Gast at the very least ingrained this concept into his head that his mother was special; he'd have been the one who told Sephiroth her name, who told him anything about her, because he had him at his youngest and he was the one who was so obsessed with the Cetra. One of them even gave him a photo of her* so that he'd know what she looked like, even if the woman in that photo wasn't Jenova.

They nurtured that longing for a loving parent, something that would only have been worth the effort to instill if being used as a form of manipulation. They knew his mother, she was involved with the company, the only way he'd ever know anything would be if he stayed and listened and did as he was told. The longer he stayed, the more he'd understand, and the more likely it would be that he'd find out about her. They made sure that he knew the only way to ever get any information on the one person who might have loved him unconditionally, who wouldn't have abandoned him or abused him if she'd had a choice, was to be loyal and obedient.

They led him along with the prospect, the hope that someone out there might have loved him for himself instead of for what he could do. Someone out there might have loved him for who he was, not what he could become.

They absolutely must have done this intentionally. Gast started it, Hojo continued it, and Lucrecia never had a chance to intervene. Gast may not have had ulterior motives in the malicious sense, as he believed that Sephiroth was the son of a Cetra—but he never told Sephiroth that, did he? Because Sephiroth was shocked by the discovery in Nibelheim, he didn't know until then that he was, allegedly, the last of the Ancients. Gast never told him.

But he told him his mother's name was Jenova, he told him he was special, he was kind and supportive through Sephiroth's most formative years. We know that because of how he behaves as a young teenager, the values and patterns of behavior that were instilled in him prior to being surrendered to Hojo's abuse in the name of progress. We know that because of how he talks about Gast, and how he compares to Hojo.

Gast and Hojo gave Sephiroth the concept of "mother" as someone that was good and kind and would love him no matter what, and turned it into a leash that bound him to Shinra for life.

Absolutely evil people.

*The photo was given to Sephiroth by Hojo, as a note. Based on FSBR and DoC, Lucrecia was still with the company until around 1984, when Gast left; she was on Project 0 then, not the Jenova Project, and there didn't seem to be any overlap since Hojo also didn't appear to have access to Sephiroth until he got control of the department, but it still would have been a very risky thing for Gast to do. Hojo seemingly got custody of Sephiroth around the same time that Lucrecia ran off into the mountains, which was also around the same time that Gast went AWOL, so Hojo may very well have given the photo to Sephiroth in an attempt to ingratiate himself to the boy during the transition in custody.

It makes more sense that Hojo would have the photo than Gast, anyway—Lucrecia was and is Hojo's wife. Of course he has a photo of his wife. Of course he held onto it all this time. Of course he gave it to the only part of her he had left, the great work they created together. Sephiroth was her project too.

[saintsenara]

Hi! My curiosity was v v piqued by your proclamation in a recent ask that Hermione was by far least favourite character in the series-- not because I disagree, but because I agree, see; for me, it was always a kind of knee-jerk reaction to the incessant pedestaling of her in fandom spaces. I'd be very curious to know what it was for you or if the fanon contributed to it in some way (i totally recognise that letting fanon interpretations of a character sour the canon character itself is a wee bit silly).

no, i've been a #hater since day one.

it's nothing to do with fanon!hermione [who i primarily find boring], and nor is it about film!hermione [who is the trigger for fanon!hermione is also therefore boring]. emma watson seems perfectly fine - i can't say she's someone whose life and career i care to follow closely, but that's the case for the rest of the cast of the film series - and so it's nothing to do with projection about her either.

it's for the reason that i find - and have always found - real-life people who are like book!hermione extremely difficult to get along with.

i still think she's a fascinating character and a complex, interesting person. i'm not going to be found bashing her, and i think she's compelling to explore as her canon self - warts and all - without the tiresome flattening she undergoes in order to become flawless in fanon...

but she's not a character i have ever clicked with or related to - and so she's not my priority when it comes to what i get out of fandom either. if she were real, there are no circumstances in which we would ever be anything more than glacially polite acquaintances. there are some people who see her on the page and think "that's me" and go through the books engaging with her character as a friend - and who are then driven to seek out fandom content which focuses on her, whether in a romantic context or not - but i am definitely not one of them.

which was actually a really interesting way to experience the harry potter books as a pop culture phenomenon.

a lot of fandom conversation about the way the books approach gender is now fairly critical - and quite rightly, given the real-world impact jkr's views on gender have. but i do think this criticism sometimes fails to appreciate just how dire the representation of female characters in children's media used to be - especially in children's media which was aimed primarily at boys or equally at boys and girls.

hermione was genuinely groundbreaking as a female main character in a piece of children's literature not exclusively aimed at girls who was allowed to be annoying without being an antagonist, and frightened without being a damsel in distress, and girly without being vacuous, and loyal without being a doormat, and argumentative without being preachy, and clever without needing to be preternaturally brilliant, and respected by harry and ron without it ever really being a big deal. her fingerprints are all over the representation of child and teen girls in contemporary media, no matter how far removed the creators are from jkr in terms of style or opinions, and there is a reason why so many girls identified with her when the books were coming out.

and it was genuinely really fascinating for me growing up to not have been one of them.

[not least because of the negative aspects of her becoming such an important character. above all the idea that - instead of this being a sexist stereotype rooted in ideas of female obedience and inability to be as intellectually limitless as men - intelligent girls would actively want to be seen as diligent, well-behaved, and disinterested in challenging authority...]

[dmwrites]

The royal archer brought his king the head Impulsesv, blood still dripping from where the neck had been severed from its body.

“Thank you, Sir HotGuy,” Rentheking said, voice strong and demanding obedience. He took the head, grasping the hairs of its Mohawk and holding it up for all of the royal court to see. “This, my subjects, is what happens to those who dareth oppose me!”

In the eyes of his subordinates, he saw fear and disgust. Lady Cleo rolled her eyes, but that was to be expected of her. What mattered is that they saw, that this head served as a reminder of consequence, of victory.

After the general assembly finished, and Scar was given a hefty tip for the murder, the hermits left, aside from the king’s right hand man, Bdubs. He bustled around, cleaning up water bottles and crumbs left behind. Ren watched him work, lounging on his throne, one hand idly playing with Impulse’s hair.

“Bdubs. Approach thine king,” King Ren said suddenly.

“Of course,” Bdubs replied warmly, and bowed in front of Ren. “What do you need, my king?”

“You know, as my right hand to the throne, much consideration must be done on the employment of the wenches that serve me.”

“The wenches,” Bdubs echoed. “Of course.”

“How do I know those in the court do not secretly want me gone and dead? How do I know those closest to me do not plan my demise while I sleep?”

“Loyalty tests! Those knaves must prove their loyalty! I could rig up some kind of test, parkour and puzzles and-”

“I like the idea of a loyalty test,” Ren mused, stroking the hair on the decapitated head. “But skill can be faked. True loyalty is proving that you give yourself to me. You are loyal to me, right, Sir Bdubs?”

“Of course I am,” Bdubs replied, bowing again.

“But how do I know that? After all, the wounds are still fresh from our last bout in the death games. And you were on the side of the enemy.”

“You mean Double Life?” Bdubs looked at Ren, confused. “That’s a whole different world, baby. I don’t feel Impulse’s pain here, and BigB isn’t even here. What are you talking about? Respectfully, of course.”

“Are you willing to prove your loyalty, sir Bdubs?” Ren asked.

“Yes. Of course I am,” Bdubs said with a sigh. “Whatever puts these fears to bed, my king.”

“Kiss the head of thine enemy.”

“What?” Bdubs asked, clearly taken aback.

“You would kiss my shoes, no? What difference is this?”

“I…”

“Your soul was bound to this man once, lest ye forget. What difference is a kiss alive or dead?” Ren held out the decapitate head of Impulse, his hand deep in his hair.

Bdubs stared at the head, the open mouth and the blood that dripped from the end of it. It was Impulse, yes, but a gorey, horrible version of him, death leaking from every pore of what remained of him. His scalp stretched horribly from where Ren was holding him by the hair. Bdubs gulped, glancing at his king.

“You know, i was the one who came up with this whole kind idea in the first place, Ren,” Bdubs said nervously. “I don’t think I, of all people, need to prove my loyalty…”

“Kiss the head, Sir Bdubs. Prove you care not for the enemy any longer,” Ren growled, thrusting the head towards Bdubs. More blood sprinkled onto the floor with heavy splats.

Bdubs approached the throne, every fiber of his body telling him to run from this horrid scene. He held Impulse’s dead, rotting head by the sides of his face, and pressed his lips to Impulse’s cold, rubbery ones. Impulse tasted like blood. Bdubs opened his eyes and stared into blank, soulless ones.

RentheKing put a hand to the back of Bdubs’ head, scratching and petting his hair like he was a well behaved dog. “A final kiss to a love no more- you have proved your loyalty well today, Sir Bdubs,” he was holding Bdubs head in such a way that he was forced to stay nose-to-nose with the corpse.

Bdubs swallowed down a shuddering sob. “Of course, your majesty. I am loyal.”

[yanderes-galore]

yay, I can request funger!! Can you write a yandere concept for D’arce? :D

I'll try, sure! I've done Cahara, time to do another Funger 1 character!

Yandere! D'arce Cataliss Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of loss, Death, Murder, Violence, Grief, Jealousy, Blood, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Unhealthy behavior, Forced companionship/relationship.

D'arce has been described to be a loyal knight.

Her one true love has been Le'garde, in fact he's the reason she ventured into the dungeons.

She has been depicted as meek and hesitant at times, but her soul type makes her a natural leader capable of bravery.

There's times she looks down on people too, seeing those lesser than her as "commoners" due to her noble background.

D'arce probably met you in the dungeons.

At first she's hesitant to group with someone else.

That is until you end up saving her in the dungeons.

To repay you, she vows to help you on your journey through the dungeons, so long as you help her find Le'garde.

D'arce's more yandere behavior doesn't develop until after you find Le'garde.

You end up arriving too late, seeing the man dead before you.

You don't feel much towards this death, only really doing it for D'arce.

D'arce, however, is devastated.

You catch her trying to hold back tears, the darkness of these dungeons finally setting in.

Without thinking too much you pull D'arce into a tight embrace.

The ever loyal knight pauses for a moment, going rigid in your hold.

Yet with a hiccup, she returns the gesture.

You try not to spend too much time comforting her due to the amount of guards and other creatures shambling about.

You do reassure D'arce you're here for her.

You'll both survive this dungeons, no matter what you come across.

You standing beside the knight is what stirs something within her.

Her team and captain may be dead...

But she feels she can have a new start with you.

D'arce, as a yandere, is protective and devoted.

She is willing to slay anything for you.

She feels she becomes second to you.

D'arce seems like she'd use you, her newest obsession, as a replacement for Le'garde.

She refuses to lose you to these dungeons like she did Le'garde.

You can see her desperation in the way she fights enemies.

Her hits are harder and she cares little for the blood on her armor and face.

When it comes to you she ends up acting like she's your knight.

She's civil and polite with you, even after she decapitated a creature from these depths.

You end up scolding her at times for getting herself hurt on your journey.

She apologizes yet continues what she was doing before.

D'arce attempts to remain civil when you recruit others into your party.

In all honesty she hates them but goes along with what you say because she cares about you... to an obsessive degree.

D'arce does prepare to use violence against any fellow party members if they fall out of line though.

I personally feel the biggest and main part of her obsession is her motives.

She was so attached to Le'garde that seeing him dead broke her.

Which made her latch onto the second closest person, you.

Her obsession is a coping mechanism.

She has a feeling her obsession is bad, especially when she manipulates you...

But she feels she's nothing without you.

If she loses you, what else does she have?

To be fair, despite her jealousy, D'arce is not too much of a possessive yandere.

She has her moments and maybe with low sanity she'll get worse... but she's primarily a devote worship yandere with protective behavior.

She'd give you anything, just ask.

She'll kill for you, care for you, even be hurt for you.

She wants to be a tool you can use.

She's disposable to you, just like she was with Le'garde.

It's all unhealthy... but it's how she was once treated.

She's a mostly well behaved yandere.

An obedient knight willing to sacrifice it all for her obsession.

But when she snaps... when she realizes anything can take you away from her in this place...

She may turn violent against your own party... all to keep you safe and to herself.

[leighsartworks216]

And Agony

"Prequel" to I Come With Knives

This is a side series (that follows no story arc) that takes a closer look at what happened to Tav before the events of I Come With Knives. None of this has to be read to understand what is happening in I Come With Knives, but it may provide more context for vague mentions of past abuse. This series will also be a bit more graphic than the main story, as it focuses on torture, slavery, and abuse

Warnings: blood, torture, muzzling, vomiting, physical and verbal abuse, heavy angst

Word Count: 1,325

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The Persecutor grinned, wide and unnatural in the ever-dim light. His bony hand proffered the cat o’ nine tails to you. With each flicker of candle-light, the dark blood staining the leather glistened. You could feel bile rising up your throat.

“Go on, pet. Take it,” Kir Parthene cooed next to your ear. A claw traced your cheek, trailing down it in a way that, if the circumstances were completely changed, could be perceived as romantic. You knew better to believe it actually was; she owned you, and she loved nothing more than making sure you knew this.

She shoved you forward. You stumbled across the uneven cobble of the dungeon, landing hard on your knees and hands. A few scrapes - that was all the damage you were ever permitted to take. The flail was dropped before you. It rolled enough to brush your finger, and you immediately jerked away. Even looking at it made you feel this thick, dark sludge fill your body, consuming you until all you knew was dread and the taste of vomit at the back of your tongue.

“Pick it up.”

It was a demand. You were taking too long. She was getting impatient. You feared what she would do if you continued to take your time.

You leaned back onto your knees. You could feel dirt getting into your minor injuries, but you knew not to wince. Hands trembling, you reached out and wrapped your hand around the flail’s handle. It was still warm from the Persecutor’s grasp.

Humming with approval, she nudged your ass with her foot. You were standing in an instant. You avoided looking at her - you didn’t want to see the sick, satisfied grin she got when you were so obedient.

The Persecutor disappeared into the shadows of one of the cages. You could hear the panicked pleas and frightened whimpers that left the spawn. How many times had you witnessed their abuse? And now you would be causing it…

He comes out with a young woman in tow. She must be a new addition. She looks too well-fed to be otherwise.

She stares at you with wide, dark eyes. The moment she saw what you held, she struggled and fought to get away. All the while screaming. Desperate, ragged cries. “Let me go! Please! Please, I’ll behave! Let me go, I beg of you!”

Kir Parthene scoffed. “Chain it up if it’s so determined to fight. Muzzle it, too, if you’d like.”

The Persecutor chuckled. It was a wet, horrid sound. “My pleasure.”

The spawn was held down by two loyal servants as the Persecutor shackled her wrists to the wall, chest to the cold stone and the unmarred span of her back facing you. Her hair flew around her face. Blood at her feet splashed and stained her skin. Once she was restrained, all three servants manipulated her head into a metal framework. Her screams became muffled as the mouthpiece was shoved between her lips - metal spikes causing every minute movement of her jaw and mouth to be agonizing. And still she screamed and pleaded.

“Go on, pet,” she encouraged. “You know what to do. You’ve witnessed it a thousand times before.”

The spawn struggled to look over her shoulders or turn around in her manacles. You wondered what her name was. What she did before she was kidnapped. If anybody out there was looking for her, praying to the Gods for her to come home.

And you were being asked to torture her.

You shook your head. Your heart raced so fast and hard in your chest your ribs began to ache. Your lungs felt so constrained.

Your mistress stepped behind you, grabbing your wrist that held the whip. “You will do as you’re told,” she growled.

Tears flooded down your cheeks. “Please, no. I- I’ll flail myself, I will, just please.” A sob tore through your throat with a strangled cry. “Please don’t make me do this.”

She laughed, sharp and cruel into your ear. “And now you plea like it does? Shall I put a muzzle on you, too?” Her hands grab your jaw, lifting and turning your head as she considers the option. “A muzzle for my little pet?”

You whimpered. Your eyes were so full of tears you couldn’t even make out her face. You opened your mouth to beg again, for as long as you could until she changed her mind. Hell, you’d give away any last shreds of autonomy you had. Give your entire body and mind away. Anything, so long as you could put the cat o’ nine tails down and never have to pick it up again. But before you could do so, she turned your face to the spawn and raised your wrist.

“Intimidated by a blank canvas, my dear? Let me get you started.”

She brings your arm down fast. The braided leather scratches down the spawn’s back. She screams so loud. She struggled again to look over her shoulder, to look at you. You catch a glimpse of her face. Blood pours down her chin.

Kir Parthene drops your wrist and grabs you by the back of your neck. She shoves you forward, holding you in place. “Now do it again.”

It feels so heavy in your hand. The fresh blood coating it and dripping down the poor girl’s back are burned into your mind.

“NOW, PET!”

You flinch, and your arm is raised before you can even process it. You have to hold tighter to the handle as you shake so violently. You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to do this!

But you have no other choice.

You sob as you bring your arm down. The hand at the back of your neck drops.

“Again. Harder.”

You try to lift your arm again, but you can’t. You can’t you can’t you can’t you can’t you-

You fall to your knees, hand clasped over your mouth as the contents of your stomach force up your throat. It burns. It rushes past your futile attempt to stop it, coating your hand and dripping between your fingers to the blood-soaked floor. You cough and sputter, heaving for air.

Kir Parthene grabs your hair, pulling your head back so you can see the girl you hurt. She was shaking, too. “Finish this up, would you?”

The Persecutor swoops down and grabs his trusty tool of torment. He doesn’t flinch as he lashes it across her back. He doesn’t hesitate between swings. He smiles.

Your mistress drags you by the hair across the floor. You scream and whimper and grab at her hand as she rips the hair from your scalp, as the rough cobble tugs and tears at your skin. She only scoffs at you, scowling as she pulls you to the back of the dungeons - the darkest corner, never lit by even the smallest sliver of light.

“You’re pathetic. A disgrace. A fucking weakling piece of shit.”

She throws you inside a cell. It’s much, much smaller than the rest. The others are built to house as many unfortunate souls as possible. This was designed to house only one. Your back crashes against the wall, stealing your breath. You think you might die. But you know you’re not so fortunate. All you can see through your tears is the blurred form of her silhouette in the doorway.

“Three days and three nights. If you don’t learn to obey by then, I will drain you so dry they’ll be sweeping your dust off the floor.”

With a grunt of aggravation and effort, a thick stone wall is pulled over the entrance. It is pitch black. Even the sound of the woman’s screams do not reach you here. All you are aware of is the walls pressing in on you, and your heartbeat racing frantically in your ears.

You pull your knees to your chest, bury your face between them, and cry.

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[restlessbundoll]

Unused Doll Piece

Something I wrote for a fantasy world idea I had been working on that I doubt I'll end up doing anything with cx

it might as well live somewhere~

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It's not uncommon to find those gifted in the arcane arts to be seen traveling with a close and loyal companion.

Dolls, a form of Golem, crafted from stone and brought to life through careful spellcraft. Mages were eager to have their own, most apprentice spellcasters dreaming if the day they became powerful enough to make their own. They were used for mostly simple tasks, taking notes quickly and efficiently, a true blessing to a rambling mystic as they tug at the threads of our world. Or simply just for manual labour that they'd rather not dirty their hands with.

The creation of a doll is not only a lengthy process, but an extremely personal one. It begins with the shaping of the stone. The one step that usually involves another person. Those powerful enough to even consider bringing their own doll to this world have often already made a name for themselves, and coin isn't too much of a trouble, most willing to hire skilled artists and stonemasons with the carving of the shell. It's best that this step is done with hand tools, although stone can be broken and shaped with spells, the risk of any lingering magics that could taint the doll making process isn't worth taking. Runes are carved directly into each segment of the shell, each one representing a instruction, a way of letting each limb and joint know its function, and acts as an assisting catalyst for the spell.

Once a suitable shell is prepared, the ritual can begin when the caster is ready. The spell itself is a lengthy one, some rituals said to span over a couple of days without break. Seclusion, concentration and focus is key. The spell itself is rather delicate, quick to be influenced by stray thoughts. Due to this, it's often considered that dolls have "personalities", physically and socially. Each one seems to bear unique personal quirks from the ways they respond to questions, to how they behave in the presence of their creator. Beyond that, no two dolls looked the same, from differing artistic visions in the creation of its shell to how it was dressed after its conception. Some would display their dolls proudly, a clear creation for all to see. Others chose to dress them, just like any other person. Sometimes this was just to blend them in, to not draw attention, but some saw it as a way to treat or reward reward them.

For a spell meant to create a simple, loyal, obedient servant, these little accidental additions make them much more approachable. Many mages consider their dolls more of a friend rather than the tools that they are.

The origins of this strange spell are quite unknown, some speculating that it's a form of forbidden magic, that by casting it you sever a part of your soul and to give an object life. Though this is a highly debated topic between scholars and mages alike, the concept of these dolls being "alive" seemed ridiculous. Yet they couldn't fully prove it wasn't true, the magic behind what humans called a soul was still a mystery.

[mysticwolfshadows]

Taken - Zutara - Part 58

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Zuko did his best not to run. He did his best to not look like he was panicking or in trouble, and instead just found the last friend he was supposed to be meeting in the plaze.

Suki, meanwhile, was looking from him to Mai and back, one hand slipping dangerously close to where he knew she kept her fans.

"Suki," Zuko said, trying to keep his voice calm. "It's... not what you think."

She narrowed her eyes, looking over his shoulder to where Mai was waiting. "I'm not sure what I think."

Taking a deep breath, he held out a hand. "Then... join us? And make up your mind after?"

Thankfully, she agreed, and followed Zuko to rejoin with Mai. Mai took the lead, walking down a busy street before moving to a quiet little courtyard down an alleyway. She sat on one of the benches, and scowled at them until they sat.

"We intercepted a messenger heading to the fortress run by a general on the coast," Mai said, arms crossed and dropping that bomb like it was nothing. Like it was boring. "We've known about the invasion for months. About the Darkest Day, and that the Earth Kingdom Army will be taking part. But, we know that they don't really have a formal navy, so any ships they use won't really be a match for ours."

Zuko didn't tell her that they had the Wani, a fleet of Southen ships, and another half dozen Northern ships to round out their naval forces.

"They're building bunkers under the palace the wait out the actual eclipse," Mai continues. "The entire city proper is going to be evacuated, leaving it empty when the invasion force shows up. When the eclipse is over, they're going to send new war balloons to force you out."

"Do you know where these war balloons are going to be kept?" Suki asked, frowning.

Mai sighed, a very put up on thing, like Suki was asking too much of here. "Not sure about the day of the invasion, but right now, they're in an air field behind the summit."

It was out of the way, but maybe not impossible. The plan was for the invasion force to reach the main city before the eclipse started, giving them their eight minutes to rout the city while Aang fought Zuko's father. He'd need to talk to Sokka, take a look at the invasion plans, to see if they could incorporate a team to take care of the war balloons before the eclipse.

But there was something else. Something that didn't make sense.

"Why are you helping us?" Zuko asked.

Mai turned to him, with a full focus that he didn't normally see from her. It had been three years since they last spoke, since they had been sort of friends. She had always been more loyal to Azula, so why would she help him?

"The Fire Lord is going to scorch all of the Earth Kingdom when the comet comes. The colonies included. My father is currently the governor of New Ozai. Omashu." She paused, leaning back on the bench with her hands. "Azula thinks that I fear her more than I care about my family. About my little brother."

That was news to Zuko. He knew that her mother had been strict, like many noble parents were. He'd seen a few others in the palace, the ones who couldn't handle the pressures, when they were sent to Katara for healing after being 'disciplined'. But Mai had always been the perfect nobleman's daughter. Silent, still, and well behaved. Obedient.

And now she had a little brother. Since he hadn't heard about it, the boy was likely a toddler. Too young to have any real expectations to follow.

Too young to deserve a death in a hail of fire.

"We won't lose," Zuko said, as he stood. Mai watched on, not showing doubt or approval, just observing. "We can't afford to. We'll be in town for another day or two. If you find out anything else, please tell me."

She didn't say goodbye as he and Suki left. He didn't expect her to. Instead, they made their meeting look as normal as possible, heading back to camp like they hadn't been trading state secrets.

"You'll have to tell them," Suki said, as their little camp by the river came into view. "We can't not tell them."

"I know," he said, only to hear the growing argument at the top of the hill.

"-stop being a sourpuss?" Toph was saying. "Lighten up!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Katara bit back. "You think I should be more like you? Some wild child?"

"What's going on?" Zuko intterupted, making Katara whirl on him.

"You talk to her," she snapped. "She listens to you."

And without even explaining what had happened, Katara stormed off towards the river. Leaving Zuko looking at Toph, Sokka, and Aang. The last two at least looked a bit cowed. Toph, on the other hand, was still glaring into air.

Taking a deep breath, Zuko tried again. "What happened?"

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[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Yandere (dark!)First Order Poe Dameron HC's

Note: If anyone wants a story about this feel free to ask me and I can and happily will do one. <3

Poe had a crush on you at his time in the Resistance, so when he joined the First Order, and became a General, one of his goals was to capture you and keep you by his side.

Would keep you in his quarters, with a protocol droid keeping a watch on you should you try something stupid or try to escape.

Poe became a General and was gifted a Fleet and his own personal Resurgent Star Destroyer as a 'thank you' after he spilled every information about the Resistance he had.

Think you can escape? Well... first you have to get through the droid in his quarters and the Battalions of Stormtroopers roaming his Star Destroyer. Even if you manage to knock one out and steal his armor you still have to make your way out of his ship... Oh, and even if you can fly a certain shuttle or starfighter, if you speak into the comm and state whatever story you came up with to get permission to take off, if Poe hears your voice then you better pray an (un)lucky laser bolt will hit your starfighter. Because once Poe has you back in his quarters, he can and will punish you.

If Poe finds you wandering around in places of his ship where you shouldn't be, he would place a hand on your shoulder, making you freeze in place as you pray it would be just an officer or a Stormtrooper. Would lean down close to your ear and say: "Did my little thing got lost, hm?" his hot breath would cause ice cold shivers to run down your spine in response.

If you actually manage to escape his Star Destroyer unnoticed? If you're lucky and the bridge crew couldn't lock onto your ship fast enough to track you with the hyperspace tracker then you have some time to think what to do. But once Poe discovered you escaped he will be furious, he wants to get his priced little thing back and punish you for your disobedience. And once he has a trace of you? It's over for you.

The reason why Poe betrayed the Resistance was because he was sick of always being on the run, always following the ideology of bringing peace and defeating the First Order. He then realized the First Order would be the fraction to truly bring peace and order to the Galaxy.

Poe in the Resistance was hot-headed, cocky and sometimes even disobedient and stubborn, even ignoring orders from Leia herself. But now that he's loyal to the First Order? Well, now he is quite the opposite, shows a more sadistic side, he's calculating, cold, serious and ruthless.

He enjoys hunting down Rebels and other scum, making them think they have successfully jumped into hyperspace and into a safe space, only for Poe to track them via the First Order's hyperspace tracker and jump out behind them with his Star Destroyer to end their lifes.

You have some friends in the Resistance? Poe is nice enough to keep them alive as long as you keep being obedient and behave yourself. But once you try something funny or try to escape he will threaten to kill them. If you disobey again? He will give you a second chance by nearly killing them, but a third chance? Well, there won't be another chance for your friends...

Poe is still nice, don't get me wrong, he will give you alot of freetime, you can do nearly anything you want when he is on the ship. But when he is flying in his TIE then you will be kept inside his quarters.

If you behave yourself and be obedient then Poe will bring you valuable gifts and trophies after a battle. Those can range from simple jewelry to rare crystals, basically anything with a high value. <3

[presidenthades]

Hi could u plz write a short analysis on how the children are similar to their parents both in canon and fic verse . I love ur metas .

In the interests of time, I’m going to do just fic verse (I would repeat myself a lot for canon) and the core six kids.

Other than picking up on generational trauma and the ability to craft witty one-liners, I don’t think Aegon is similar to Alicent. He’s more like Viserys. Neither of them wants to rule, and both would rather chill as a lord without responsibilities. They like praise, and they’re stubborn once they make up their mind. They’re both prone to obsessions, Viserys with his LEGOs, Aegon with…well, Jace. If The Golds had ended more tragically, Aegon would have gone down the Viserys route of grief.

Aemond is more like Alicent. They both espouse duty, obedience, and behaving according to one’s station. They both have inner turmoil about what they actually want, which might conflict with their responsibilities. They readily criticize their own family but they’re also loyal to family (at least, they should be… *side-eyes S2*). But they’re opposite gender characters in a very patriarchal society, so their duties and expectations sometimes pull them in different directions.

Daeron is a more balanced blend of both parents. Like Viserys, he is affable, conflict-averse, idealistic, and sometimes a bit obtuse. Like Alicent, he is a natural at courtly etiquette, pious, filial, and more of a follower than a leader (when they’re young, at least). Like both parents, he is calm and courteous most of the time, but if he’s pushed too hard then his temper can snap explosively.

I think Jace looked at both her parents and tried to learn from their mistakes. She does imitate what she admires, like Rhaenyra’s regality and ability to take charge, and Laenor’s genial behavior. Otherwise Jace is course-correcting for things like Rhaenyra’s poor planning (I’m sorry, but Rhaenyra really isn’t good at planning for the long term 🥲) and Laenor’s irresponsibility.

Luce is like both her parents when they were young and had yet to be traumatized. We see a lot more of young Rhaenyra than young Laenor, so I’m predisposed to say Luce favors her mother more. Bold, (over)confident, a bit spoiled, loves her family very much, just wants to have fun. And Laenor definitely encouraged what he saw of Laena in her.

Joff is tricky because at first she doesn’t seem similar to anyone except her ancestor Visenya. But if you take away her occult interests, she’s just a little girl who knows she’s weird and doesn’t fit in. Joff is good at giving the appearance of not caring what people think, and she doesn’t want to be “normal,” but I think she does long for people who both understand and accept her completely, rather than just tolerate her oddities. That reminds me of young Rhaenyra for a S1E3, who feels lonely and adrift. And if Joff had a less supportive family, she might’ve become more like Laenor, who has a bit of self-loathing for failing to meet expectations.

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Title: "To Slay The Dragon"

I totally didn't forget about doing these, nope. Uh, life got hectic but hey gotta have fanfic especially for @merlinmicrofic right? Anyways I always head cannon that Morgana is older than Arthur by like 3-5 years so yeah do with that what you will and enjoy!

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Fandom: BBC Merlin

Prompt(s): "Trust Me"

Relationship(s): Morgana Pendragon & Arthur Pendragon

Character(s): Morgana Pendragon, Arthur Pendragon

Important Tag(s): Pre-Canon, Siblings Morgana & Arthur, Older Sibling Morgana, Younger Sibling Arthur, Arthur is tween age, Morgana is mid-teen age sorta

Rating: Gen

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, None

Word Count: 500

"You're nothing but that of a dog, Arthur.” He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed. “A loyal obedient dog who does as he is told,” she continued. “Trained submission under your father's finger. You attack when he says to. You protect of your own instinct, but what is that worth when you're called off and told to behave?” Or Caught playing in the throne room by Morgana, and with all refusal of "Playing Pretend", Arthur and Morgana get into a little tiff of what it means for Arthur to get the crown.

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Morgana leaned back against the alcove into the throne room. The sounds of a fake battle with Arthur as the just-as-fake knight had caught her attention. She smiled as Arthur climbed all over the throne, wooden sword in hand as he fell victim to the dragon he'd yet to slay.

“Playing pretend, are we?”

He scrambled up, leaving his weapon behind. “I don't play pretend.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Right. She rounded the throne to stand in front of him.

“I'm the heir to the throne.” He moved his shoulder, adjusting his tunic. His newly fitted clothes were baggy in all the right places for him to grow into.

“You'll need to fill out your own armor first before you steal your father's.” 

“I fill out my armor just fine,” he protested. “I'll be crowned prince soon; then, I'll be king.”

“I hope you realize what would have to happen for you to be king.” She crossed her arms. “Camelot attacked; Uther Killed, and you king.” She leaned forward. “That is, if they don't kill you too,” she whispered.

“Stop!” He missed as he swatted at her.

She chuckled. “Uther would never give up the crown. It would have to be ripped from him, blood and all before you’d ever get it.” And she knew it would sit on Arthur's head just as blood soaked.

“Maybe he'll step down.”

“Do you even know your father?” She scoffed. “Trust me, he'll never let you have the crown.”

He straightened his posture but his facade of a hardened knight fell.

She shook her head. All her points missed by his desire for the crown and no more. “You're nothing but that of a dog, Arthur.”

He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed.

“A loyal obedient dog who does as he is told,” she continued. “Trained submission under your father's finger. You attack when he says to. You protect of your own instinct, but what is that worth when you're called off and told to behave?”

She stopped. Her eyes met his where despite his trained expression, tears threatened to well up. His knuckles palled around his tight grip on the arms of the throne.

She wanted his tears to mean something, he had shed enough tears from his father, but never to see just what he was. 

He tried to blink his tears away and sit up straighter. “That’s not true.” His lips were in a pout, eyes still glossy; and if he cried she knew she would be the one scolded later.

She rolled her eyes, and backed down. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“I’m not a baby,” he argued.

“Come.” She grabbed his upper arm and wooden sword and hauled him off the throne. “You know you're not supposed to play here.”

And despite all urge to shove him and his wooden sword in the right direction. Instead she found herself loosening her grip as he grabbed back his sword and ran off to pretend to slay the dragon once more.