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achilles-rage · 1 month

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Good Luck Charm: Chapter 11

college football player!buck x plus size!reader

summary: you and evan finally make it to the afterparty, and you meet some of his teammates. then, something slips out of evan’s mouth, and you storm off into the party alone.

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A/N: sorry this chapter is a little short, but the next chapter will be a bit longer! thank you guys so much for all your kind words so far about this story! anyway, enjoy!<33

warnings: angst (there hasn’t been angst in a while hehe), no use of y/n, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

You and Evan walk up to the frat house hand in hand, your stomach twisting as you take in the sights around you. Draped across the front of the house, tied between two windows, is a large USC flag. It’s backwards, which makes you laugh to yourself; thinking about how many frat guys it took to hang it up only for it to end up backwards.

On one side of the front lawn is a couch, with a group of guys standing around it and passing a joint between them while two guys stand on top of it, shouting along to the music coming from inside the house. On the other side is a beer pong table, although the game the group is currently playing doesn’t look like anything like a normal game.

Off to the side of the walkway stands three of Evan’s teammates, who notice him as soon as he steps onto the front lawn. Owen, Cam, and Luca’s eyes widen as they look down at your intertwined hands, smirks forming on their faces.

“Well look who finally showed up.” Owen says, patting Evan on the back once Evan has led you both over to their circle. You can’t help but step closer to Evan, feeling suddenly very awkward as you see three pairs of eyes on you, studying you.

“And he’s got the cheerleader with him.” Cam teases him, taking in your nervous expression and soft curves. You can feel their eyes traveling down your body, and you feel your stomach churning as you begin to feel self conscious, but Evan’s hand squeezes yours softly to pull you out of your thoughts.

“Were you at the last party? I don’t remember seeing you.” Luca purrs, eyes traveling down to Evan’s jersey covering your body. You look up at him in surprise, a little taken aback that he’s talking to you and not Evan.

“Oh, um, no. I’m not really a partier.” you tell him, speaking just loud enough for him to hear you over the music and chatter of the party.

“Damn, that’s a shame. And I haven’t seen you on campus either. Why haven’t we met sooner?” he teases, crossing his arms over his chest as you press yourself even closer to Evan, your chest pressed tightly against his arm.

“Just lucky, I guess.” you get out in an awkward, half-teasing tone. He chuckles, surprised by your smartass remark.

“Yeah. You look like you’d be a good time at a party.” he says in a suggestive tone, which makes your brows furrow. He’s about to say something else, but Evan cuts him off, his jaw clenched as a small wave of anger and jealousy flows through him.

“Alright, ease up. She’s with me tonight.” he tells Luca sternly. He knows Luca doesn’t mean anything by it; he’s always been one to tease his teammates like this, but he can’t help the way he reacts.

He takes his hand from yours and wraps his arm around your shoulder instead in a possessive move, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart flutter. You aren’t used to all this attention from men, and you can’t help but love the feeling his protectiveness brings you.

“So, she’s yours then?” Owen asks him in a slightly surprised tone. He’s very aware of Evan’s reputation with girls, so he doesn’t want to assume that maybe Evan has finally settled down if he’s just changing up his approach on getting girls. He usually doesn’t bring a girl to parties, he usually meets up with them once he’s there.

“Well, I wouldn’t say mine, exactly, but we’re definitely more than friends.” Evan gets out before he can even think. He’s so used to giving his friends answers about girls like that, that he doesn’t even realize he says it. You do, though. Your body tenses at his words, and you angle your face at the ground, a deep frown etched onto your face.

You drown out their conversation as it drifts from you to the game. Your thoughts are racing, trying to come up with a logical answer to what he just said about you. You’re not his? He asked you to be his, and you agreed. What would he call what you did at his house before you came here? It might not be a big deal to him, you think, but it is to you.

You feel like you’re going to throw up as you stay pressed against Evan’s side, and you’re overly aware that he isn’t even phased by what he just said, which makes it even worse. In reality, he’s so excited to show you off, to show everyone you’re his, but his mind is too clouded in bliss to think clearly.

“Should we go inside?” you ask Evan softly after a minute or two, giving him a big fake smile as you finally raise your head to look at him. You really don’t want to be here anymore. Right now, you want to get as far away from Evan as possible. You want to get inside and get drunk. He looks down at you, his smile faltering as he sees the fake smile plastered to your face.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.” he says softly, brows furrowed as he tries to figure out your sudden shift. He says a quick goodbye to his teammates, then follows you as you remove yourself from under his arm and head towards the front door.

Once you’re further up the path, angled perfectly behind a shrub so his teammates can’t see you, he puts his hand on your wrist to make you stop. He turns you around to face him and grabs your upper arms, ducking his head slightly to meet your eyes.

“Hey, look at me. What’s up?” he asks with confusion and worry laced into his voice. His eyes search yours, hoping he’ll find the answer somewhere in your pretty eyes.

“Nothing. Just wanna get in there.” you say, a small fake smile still on your face. You really don’t want to argue with him right now. If he wants to pretend nothing’s wrong, that’s fine, you’ll let him for right now. You still want to enjoy possibly the only college party you’ll ever go to.

“You don’t look or sound fine. Tell me what’s bothering you.” he says in a soft, almost pleading tone. You shake your head, letting out a loud sigh. Why won’t he just give it up?

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” you tell him sternly, trying to turn out of his grip and head towards the house again. He stops you, keeping you facing him.

“Baby, you know I’m not gonna drop this. I’m not gonna let you lie to me right now.” He matches your tone, trying to get you to crack. He wants to hang out with you in the party, but not like this. He’s hoping that if you tell him what’s going on, things will go back to normal.

“Why? I’m not ‘yours, exactly.’” you quote him in a harsh tone, clenching your jaw as you finally snap, crossing your arms over your chest. You’re done trying to play nice. As much as you hate to cause a scene in public, his words are making you angry and upset enough that you can’t bring yourself to care.

His face drops as the realization sets in. He knows exactly what you’re talking about now. Why did he say that, he thinks to himself. He’s just so used to hanging out with girls casually that it feels like instinct.

“Princess, I-” You cut him off before he can finish, anger beginning to take over your sadness.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not your girl, apparently.” you seethe, shooting daggers up at him. His eyes soften at your words, hitting him like a ton of bricks. You almost feel bad as you see his face fall, but his words echoing in your head push that feeling aside.

“Why did you say that?” you ask in a softer tone, feeling insecurities growing inside of you, pushing towards the surface. You really like him, and you thought he liked you too. When he said he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to give you what you want, fear is growing within you that maybe he was right.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking, I just blurted it out. You can’t be that mad at me for that, I’m sorry.” You listen to his first sentence, but you feel a bubble of anger growing again at his last sentence. You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m angry.” you say sarcastically, voice growing louder as you rip yourself away from his grip.

“Come on, princess. I didn’t mean it like that-” he gets out in a pleading tone, reaching out and grabbing your wrist firmly in his hand.

“Don’t call me that!” you yell again, ripping your wrist out of his grip. “I’m going inside.” you finish, turning on your heel and making your way inside.

“No, wait-” is all he gets out before he loses you in the crowd. You’re quick to push your way through the crowd, and he tries to keep up with you as you make your way through the sweaty bodies.

You feel a single tear fall as the smell of alcohol and weed envelope your senses. The bass from the speakers is drowning out the hammering of your heart as you walk deeper into the party. You feel hot skin touch you as the people around you bump into you, too in their own world to notice how quickly you’re moving past them.

After you do one large lap, you slow down, looking around and letting out a sigh as you don’t see Evan in the crowd. You make your way to the kitchen and grab a random white claw off the counter. You crack open the can and take a large drink of it, hoping to calm your nerves and aching heart. Suddenly, a hand grabs your arm, and you hear a loud voice shouting in your ear, making you jump.

“Oh my god, hey! I didn’t know you were coming! Let’s dance!” You recognize the girl from one of your classes, Lily; you shared your cookies with her a few weeks ago. You smile at her drunken state, and let her pull you into a space with slightly more room. You’re not that close with her, but at the moment, you’re very glad that she’s here. She’s nice enough, and dancing with her is the perfect distraction from the man you came with.

Evan makes his way through the party frantically, desperate eyes searching the crowd for a glimpse of you. His breath is picking up as the time goes on, worry growing inside him of what could happen to you. You don’t know anyone here besides him, and even though you’re wearing his jersey, he’s scared a guy will ignore it, or worse, take it as a challenge.

You start to get more into the music as you finish your white claw and feel it entering your system and loosening you up a bit. You’re moving your hips to the music, both Lily and you hyping each other up as you dance, soft giggles escaping your lips. You get more into the music the longer you dance, eyes closed as Lily keeps a firm grip on your hand, dancing right beside you.

You’re so preoccupied with dancing with your friend that you don’t notice Evan’s eyes finally finding you in the crowd. His eyes drink you in hungrily, eyes glued to your hips as they sway to the music. You’re so lost in your own world at this point that he’s able to get closer to you, taking in every dip and curve of your body under his jersey as you dance with Lily to the loud echoing beat.

He stops and watches you for a moment, and it’s as if everyone around you disappears. He wishes he could walk over to you, throw you over his shoulder, and take you home, but he knows you need to talk about what happened before he can do that.

He starts to move again, bumping into people as he gets closer to you. A girl runs into him as he’s a few feet from you, and almost trips. He reaches his hands out to steady her, hands respectfully on her arms, giving her a small smile as she thanks him. Once he raises his eyes back to where you are, he doesn’t see you. He curses under his breath, realizing that you probably noticed he was there and made a run for it again.

Seeing you dancing made his nervousness grow even more. If another guy sees you move like that, he wants to be there to tell him to fuck off. His blood boils as he thinks of it, and he starts to make another lap around the house, hoping he’ll be able to find you before anything like that happens. He noticed the white claw in your hand, and he hopes you haven’t drunk enough to be unaware of your surroundings.

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KING'S DESPAIR: THE FOG OF WAR. BOOK 1.

''Welcome, dear slayer.

Or better yet, slayer-to-be.

Sit with me by the fire and help yourself to some ale.

This journey will be long.

And what a journey it will be!

We are about to slay the spawn of a god.''

King's Despair is set in Melethya, a planet similar to Earth.

Our main character is a young adventurer sought after by the renowned sage Egon. Egon presents a mission to slay creatures born from nightmares, the offspring of a bestial god believed to have created the entire universe.

But is this belief true?

Before the creatures can be slain, a sword must be retrieved. Its pieces are scattered throughout the continent of Kellet, where the slayer was born and where our adventure begins.

Kellet is the largest of the five great continents in Melethya. It is also the most hostile, filled with magical creatures who are not keen on sharing their spaces. Now, you must form a party with creatures from different species who despise each other and try to make it work. The greater good calls for heroes, and you are those heroes… sort of.

Choose from 6 unique races, each with their own abilities and appearances.

Fully customize your SLAYER, including their name, height, weight, eyes, body, hair, sexuality, and gender.

Romance, befriend, or become enemies with any of the 6 romance options (plus a secret one).

Select your class, define your personality, and determine the fate of the world. Fight for peace or for destruction.

And who knows, you might even have the opportunity to hatch a dragon egg and have a dragon companion. 👀

This game will primarily focus on character interactions and romance.

Please note that this game contains explicit content and graphic violence, and is only suitable for players aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised (This is a very horny and very gory game).

Amisha Kahax, SHE/HER, 29 years old, lesbian, WARG. She has been your best friend since childhood, when your parents found her lost and alone in the forest. Amisha is a formidable warrior who can transform into a powerful white tiger. Despite her fierce appearance, she has a sweet and playful personality, often teasingly flirtatious with the female Slayer. Amisha will always crush on the female Slayer and is dedicated to protecting her friends and loved ones.

Standing at a height of 5'11" (1,82), she possesses a muscular physique and wields a heavy battle axe with great skill.

[Friends to lovers, puppy love, best friends falling in love]

Veleena, SHE/HER, 31 years old, bisexual, HALF ROYAL ELF. Veleena possesses a quiet and lethal demeanor. She is cold and distant, likely due to the mistreatment from her father and the abandonment by her mother since birth. Her father, a human from the human realm, began training her in combat from a young age, as soon as she could hold a dagger in her small hands. Despite her tough exterior, Veleena is fiercely loyal to her cousin, Veldon. However, there are moments when she lets her guard down and reveals her vulnerability, as evidenced by the faint sound of her crying when she believes everyone else is asleep.

Veleena stands at 5'7" (1.70) with a slender body. She has albinism.

[Oblivious to love, Emotional scars, Everyone can see it]

Prince Khalid Razzarq-cassim, HE/HIM, 24 years old, bisexual, HASSAM. Meet Khalid, the youngest member of the royal Hassam lineage. He is fiercely loyal to his people and will go to great lengths to protect them from the mistreatment of other races. Khalid is a strong and passionate individual who isn't afraid to show it. He tends to judge others quickly and is even quicker to dismiss any threats. With a strong sense of pride and stubbornness,

Khalid stands at a height of 5'3"(1,60), taller than most in his race, and despises when anyone suggests otherwise.

[Enemies to lovers, Unattainable love, Lovers in denial, Royal]

Veldon Heredon, HE/HIM, 33 years old bisexual, HUMAN. Veldon is Veleena's older cousin. He hails from the human realm's royalty and takes great pleasure in indulging himself in the city's brothels. He enjoys getting to know the people who work there, as well as engaging in activities like drinking and gambling. However, he puts a pause on his fun-filled schedule when his cousin needs him. At that moment, his playful smile transforms into a serious frown. Veldon has always made it a point to protect his cousin, even from her own father. The scar on Veleena's face haunts his nightmares, as he blames himself for it.

Veldon takes pride in his appearance and engages in regular training for two main reasons: to ensure his cousin's safety and to maintain his attractiveness to potential suitors. He stands at a height of 5'9'' (1,75).

[One-night stand to something more meaningful, Belated love epiphany, Playboy in love]

Kaellë Lorthan, SHE/HER, 27 years old, demisexual. SALT ELF. Kaellë is a timid salt elf who is fearful of her own shadow, but possesses exceptional healing skills. She has never failed to save a patient, even during her years working aboard perilous merchant ships. Accompanying her at all times is her affectionate sea wyvern, Jokhan. Blushing easily and frequently hiding behind her hands, Kaellë exudes a charming presence. However, her thanatophobia raises doubts about her suitability for her current occupation. "Has Egon lost his mind? Oh well, so be it."

She is 5' 1'' (1,55).

[Love at first sight, First love, Can’t say 'I love you', Sweet love]

Mauthak, the cruel, HE/HIM, 35 years old, gay, ORC. Mauthak lives up to his name, being strong, big, and fierce. However, this doesn't mean he indiscriminately kills every creature he encounters. He simply enjoys fighting a little too much for his own good. As the leader of his Orc tribe, Mauthak is responsible for training the young recruits in the army, a role he takes very seriously. He has a love for drinking, fighting, and sex, making him a straightforward individual.

Physically, Mauthak is an imposing figure, standing at a towering height of 6' 5'' (1,98). He possesses the strength of a minotaur. He confidently struts around, his muscular and scarred chest exposed, wearing heavy armor on his shoulders.

[Redemption, Nobody thinks it will work, Forbidden love]

SECRET. Selectable Gender, 28 years old, gay/lesbian/heterosexual, their sexual orientation depends on MC's gender. UNKNOWN race.

They are familiar with you, even if you are unaware of them. They have been discreetly observing you, captivated by you. You are their sole focus.

Unknown height.

They possess immense power. Wait, did you hear that?

[Unrequited love, Dark secret, Secret identity, Secret admirer, If I can’t have you, nobody will]

PLAY THE DEMO

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blankdblank · 7 months

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1989 Quidditch World Cup Masterlist

Anaticula Year One Summer Break - Quidditch World Cup

Summary :

Rock meet immovable force. The price of a stolen name is set to be far more than most would dare demand. But a young girl is poised to take on Cornelius Fudge, Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France Luc Gerard, and anyone else behind the interwoven plots to keep hidden the identity of a nameless Witch stolen away by Morfin Gaunt back in 1935. Two Ministers, a former Supreme Mugwump and countless Aurors chose to place themselves as obstacles around circumstances none of them understand.

But said Witch guides the Granddaughter she possessed on a path to find the family left lost searching decades for hint of where their lost child had been. The Quidditch World Cup is fair cover when a plot is afoot. But after the confetti settles Fudge's try to cover his own culpabilities in several prominent murders are in plain view once all distraction of the all enamoring tournament has faded. Now the Wizengamot is summoned and the Minister is on the wrong end of an investigation that will severely cripple all he has worked for thus far.

...

Chapter 1 - A fox in the coup

Chapter 2 - Off to Australia

Chapter 3 - Round One Day One - To First Lunch

Chapter 4 - Round One Day One - Everybody Wants to Be A Cat

Chapter 5 - Round One Day One - Letters

Chapter 6 -

June 23rd Day 2 & June 24th Day 3 - Hello Neighbor, Won't You Be My Friend?

Chapter 7 - June 25th Day 4 & June 26th Day 5 - They Think You're Trying to Eat Them

Chapter 8 - June 27th-29th Days 6-8 - Ghost Snakes & The Death Pool

Chapter 9 - June 30th - Traveling to Tanzania

Inspirational art/images for Tanzania Host City Round 2+

Round Two July 1st-9th Masterlist :

Chapter 10 - Don't Forget Your Hat

Chapter 11 - Apologies From Bond

Chapter 12 - Yusuf Kama

Chapter 13 - The Adopted Miss Weasley

Chapter 14 - He Loved Her

Chapter 15 - Friend of Newt, Friend of Mine, and the Collector of Pine

Chapter 16 - Petals and Plots

Chapter 17 - Puffins

Chapter 18 - Daughter of Death, Seahorse's Niece

Chapter 19 - Pegasus Race

Chapter 20 - France Welcomes the Young Miss Gaunt

Chapter 21 - Owl Firing Canon

Chapter 22 - Snake Scales and Heroic Tales

Round Three - July 10th-17th Masterlist :

Chapter 23 - Sunflowers and Scalding Turnips

Chapter 24 - Pair Dadeni

Chapter 25 - We’re Holding A Fancy Garden Party And You’re Invited

Chapter 26 - If I Had A Sickle For Every Vulture I’d Own Sherwood Forest

Chapter 27 - - Wrath of the Whimsy

Chapter 28 - Blue Moon Celebration

Chapter 29 - Sisters From Other Misters

Chapter 30 - Maroon Darling

Chapter 31 - To The Beginning Again

Round Four - July 18th-25th Masterlist

Chapter 32 - She's So Lucky She's A Star

Chapter 33 - Presents For Petunia From The Grumpy Pumpkin

Chapter 34 - Burn Baby Burn Rule Skirting Inferno

Chapter 35 - Grandpapa Mr Truffles The Chocolate Frog

Chapter 36 -Such A Pity the Pretty Damaged Thing Exploring the Watery Deep

Chapter 37 - Tumbling Tophats

Chapter 38 - It's Raining Acromantula's

Chapter 39 - Sour Apples Upon the Parade

Round Five - July 26th-31st Masterlist

Chapter 40 - Bludger, Beater, Try Not To Die

Chapter 41 - Warm Milk

Chapter 42 - We Slither at Dusk

Chapter 43 - Shock and Awe and Fwooper Claws

Chapter 44 - I Fell

Finals - Round Six - July 31st - August 5th Masterlist

Chapter 45 - Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

Chapter 46 - Changeling Prince

Chapter 47 - Barty Jr and the Potoo Bird

Chapter 48 - The Tiny Lantern and Litany of Woes

Chapter 49 - Minerva's Foxtrot

Chapter 50 - Reeds Greener in Other Ponds

Chapter 51 - All Aboard

Post Cup - Masterlist

August 6 - Two Cakes

August 7 - Sign Here

August 8/9 - In Lands Where Merlin's Laws Fail

August 10 - Slither On By Friend

August 11 -

Chugging Along To Merry Old London & Dursleys Go To The Ballet

August 12 - Purchasing Sherwood Forest & Maleficent and the Court of Morgan La Fey

August 13/14th - Hello Diggory & The Two Old Saps

August 15 - Cornelius Fudge v Matriarch Gaunt

August 16 - Wales Magical Beasts Aquatic Reserves & New Zealand Snake Talkers

August 19 - The Stolen Button & Secret Flock

August 20 - Sprouting Beaks and Breaking Doors

August 21 - Unkind Truth

August 22 - Pounds Sterling

August 23 - Gemstone In A Pile of Pence

August 24 - Climbing Cow

August 25 - Babies Have Claws

August 26 - WWW First International Order

August 27 - Oh the Woe To Be Eaten By An English Garden

August 28 - In Search Of A Look At Me Aren't I Important Kind Of Frame

August 29 - If You Give A Dancing Cacti A Lemon

August 30 - Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

August 31 - I'm Just Crackers About Cheese

- Continue onto Year 3 at Hogwarts Book in series -

#Harry Potter #Longfic #series #masterlist

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nerdyenby · 1 year

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Green time :D I’m watching Ranboo

“I can take myself seriously, I can do it” mmm I don’t think you can

TINKERBOO MY BELOVED <3333

THATS TERRIFYING HOLY CRAP

I got timed out for saying this will haunt my nightmares????

Welp, he was a fairy for all of five minutes before getting possessed

“If I have the opportunity to get rid of my eyes, I’m going to” yeah ok

This team is going to be so freaking chaotic

Them all yelling swears as soon as they establish no one’s pg 😂

Them just straight up missing the ready up 😂😂😂

Rocket Spleef

Relentlessly unhinged already, I’m losing it

“She green on my gecko til I’m insured” MICHELA 😭😭😭

*grandpa voice* “What the hell is a they/them??”

PHIL MVP!!!!!!

WHAT IS HAPPENINGGGG

I’m not even processing the event what game are we even playing??????

Hole in the Wall

Send help

“It’s called hole in the wall, not hole in the ground” so true Krinios

I go get a sandwich and come back to them adding an age requirement???

Skybattle

Omg people are dying so fast what

They popped off!!!

Phil is so good at surviving in Minecraft you guys

This is a great pov to watch live because I have no idea what’s actually happening, it’s like I get to experience it for the first time twice lol

“They got the slight cognitive abilities” I zone out for ten seconds lol

Someone help Sniff 😭😭😭

Meltdown

“Time to have a meltdown on stream” so true Philza Minecraft

I’m losing my mind

Michela hit the “girl dinner” note perfectly holy crap

Npc team fr, Krin didn’t get the memo

“To be fair… it was funny” - MCC33 Green Geckos motto

Pink popping off!!

“Icy take: let’s not die”

Michela needs to be a voice actor fr

Manifesting Aimsey back to back wins <333

Battle Box

“I’m about to run this team like it’s the navy” as they should!! Krinios igl arc

Michela 😭😭😭

Sapnap crit is so based

Omg teamwork <333

“New strat: the same thing we’ve already been doing” BASED

THAT LAST ROUND 😂😂😂

“I have no boys in my yard ;-;” lmao

Ran and Phil are holding hands this MCC

“I’m really good at acting like I’m dead, it’s my speciality” RANBOO GENERATION LOSS LIVE I STG

“Oh shi-oot” ran whatchu doin, you can swear now, it’s okay

Ace Race

Noooooo Michela 😭😭😭

Jojo calling the tie sexist is so

“The m in MCC stands for misogyny” so true aimseytv!!!!!

Literally no one wants pkt, so true

Grid Runners

Do we think they’ll try or nah?

You know what? No, I’m gonna stop holding back, Sapnap can stfu, I’m so serious

THEYRE CRAZY WITH IT!!!!!!

NEW ROOM NEW ROOM NEW ROOM :D

That was so clutch!!!

“She run on my grid til I ers” thank you Krinios

“I’m in Texas” “Oh. Sorry” 😂😂😂😂

NOOOOO

YESSSSSSSSSS

Sands of Time

WHY IS RAN GIVING PHIL A KISS AAAAAAAAAAAA

*Slow pan* “You’re homophobic”

I hate that so much, thanks noxcrew <333 /lh

This is so painful

The belated “hi HBomb” my beloved

OH MY GOSH

This red path is wild

NOOOOOO Phil :((

“At the end of the day, we are the silly team” so true Michela!!!

Movies don’t exist, we love writers and actors

Krin’s reaction to “cream crew” killed me

Yellow supremacy!!!!!

Dodgebolt

Unanimous yellow support my beloved <33

They’re gonna ambush Scott and harass him into getting this team every event from here on out, so true

MY streamers stan Oli Orionsound, as they should!!

“No one’s rooting for red” hmm that’s so weird and quirky, I wonder why /s

JORDAN SUPREMACY!!!!!!!

Welp that’s what I get for sharing a negative opinion on the internet, not apologizing tho

“Not this time, anime protagonist, now the villains win” PHILZAAAAAAAAAAAA /pos

#mc championship #mcc 33 #ranboo #michela darkeyebrows #philza #krinios #nerdy’s mcc reactions #cw caps

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lindajenni · 1 year

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sep 14

your way or God's way

"there is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death." prov 14:12

on you going in the right way or the wrong way? in God's way or man's way? there was a song sang by frank sinatra in his day that was quite popular.

and now, the end is near and so i face the final curtain my friend, i'll say it clear i'll state my case, of which I'm certain

i've lived a life that's full i traveled each and every highway and more, much more than this i did it my way

so i ask again: are you doing it your way or God's way? because the end is near and we're all going to have to face that final curtain. are you making investments in this world or the world to come? i don't want to sound like i'm always correcting and questioning ones actions. believe me, it's only meant for the heart that needs to hear it.

what does scripture say? "for whom the Lord loves He chastens, and scourges every son whom He receives." heb 12:6 it means you are beloved of God and He only does it for our good. i can't but write what i feel the Spirit is compelling me to; be it encouragement, praise or warning.

this september is the two year anniversary of my last stroke; the one where they sent me home to die, hospice and all. i still have the dnr hanging on my wall. anytime the Lord wants to take me, i'm His. i probably really was dying because there was no purpose in my life. BUT GOD! God still had a purpose for me to fulfill in His kingdom, minute though it may be, and so began these dailies. i felt my way around at first with relatives and friends - often offending some because they felt as though i were addressing them personally when in fact, i was in rehearsal for what is now.

i really believe if i had not acquiesced to that purpose, i would not be alive today. i want to sincerely thank each and every one of you who have been on this journey with me. however near or far my reach may extend, i am thankful for each and everyone of you. thank you for letting my words take a slice out of the limited time we all have. it is i who have been blessed more than anyone else could ever be. God gave me the purpose i needed to live. we all need a purpose, and we must find it in Jesus.

do you realize you are "given" to Jesus. "Father, I desire that they also whom You gave Me may be with Me where I am, that they may behold My glory which You have given Me; for You loved Me before the foundation of the world." john 13:33 if you are a believer in the Lord Jesus, it means you were given to Him by the Father before the foundation of the world; not a predestine of one's will, but a predestine of outcome.

the truth is, the soul that is truly sold out for Christ is ruined by that very love. for when one tastes of that glory so divine that only Christ offers, nothing else on earth will satisfy. they gladly suffer the sneers, scoffs and mocking many make at their constant attention to that One they love.

yes, there can be pain in love. pain from the scourges received from the hands of those who do not see what you see; do not know what you know; do not hold what you do as a treasured possession. and then there is the pain of being absent from your beloved. and yet, through all the darkened times we see through to the better; the beautiful waiting just beyond our grasp - an eternity with our Beloved.

God only is the creature's home though rough and strait the road yet nothing else can satisfy the love that longs for God

how little of that road, my soul how little that hast gone take heart and let the love of God allure thee further on

this age is coming to an end. the signs Jesus gave us are not just happening, but are being stored up like blast wave awaiting the right moment to explode forth; the fullness of sin, the fullness of time, the fullness of wrath.

a precious brother wrote this the other day.rejoice for having the perseverance to endure this race until the end of all things. rejoice for knowing that as bad as this life is, it is the closest to hell you will ever be. rejoice for the things Christ has in store for those who love Him.

"for our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory." 2 cor 4:17 OUR LORD COMES!!!

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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wolint · 2 years

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FRESH MANNA

GODLY DESIRES

Psalm 37:4

Desire is the natural longing that is excited by the enjoyment or the thought of anything good and its continuance or possession, it is the eager wish to obtain or enjoy something.

Everyone is created with the capacity to desire something; physical, mental, emotional, material, and spiritual desires.

Desires could be healthy or unhealthy, godly, or ungodly, casual, or intense. You can desire something simple, like a good cup of coffee or you can develop a burning passion for something that may eventually consume you like chemical substances.

God created desires within us as a means of expressing ourselves. Desire is good and healthy if it’s directed towards the proper object of desire, something that is good and right and God-honouring. As Isaiah 26:8 says “O Lord, we love to do your will! Our hearts desire to glorify your name”.

And our greatest desire should be to seek after God, according to Jeremiah 29:13 (“You will find me when you seek me if you look for me in earnest”) and Matthew 6:33

(“and he will give them to you if you give him first place in your life and live as he wants you to”)

Walking with God is the best way to cultivate godly desires and walking away from God allows the weeds of ungodliness to grow unchecked according to Deuteronomy 29:18 that

“The day that any of you—man or woman, family or tribe of Israel—begins to turn away from the Lord our God and desires to worship these gods of other nations, that day a root will be planted that will grow bitter and poisonous fruit”.

Man's heart is a fertile ground for all sorts of desires when you spend days in God's presence, the desires that grow in you will be things of beauty, godliness, and blessings.

Samson’s selfish desire is obvious in his “get her for me,” mentality. He wanted what he wanted, disregarding his parents’ warnings and God’s law against marrying women of other cultures. Like Samson, the consuming focus of our lives may determine our directions. Unfortunately, desires that turn out not too good for us are usually ones that we most desire seen in Judges 14:3.

1 kings 3:5 shows us that God knows and recognises the deep desires within us all when we aren’t aware of them, God knew there was an unspoken desire in Solomon’s heart. All too familiar, these desires are not always aligned with God’s desires for us as they tend to be outside what the Lord wants for us. Later, like Solomon, our desires may turn ugly and result in our downfall as seen in 1 king 1:1-13.

God has a desire and out of that desire for a relationship, He created the world and mankind for fellowship.

Out of God’s desire for our enjoyment, He created a magnificent variety of people (race, colour tribe) and nature.

Out of God’s desire to care for us, He made food and resources for shelter, warmth, and medicine.

From God’s desire to teach us about love, He created the intimate bond of marriage and set an example to follow.

From God’s desire for our love and fellowship, He developed a plan of salvation through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Desire is one of God’s most wonderful gifts as it puts power behind our desires for God.

If God has inspired your heart for His service, remember that the desire is given to accomplish many tasks, therefore anything we do for the Lord must be with the right motive and the energy of true desire behind it.

God will supply the desire to do what is important as you allow Him into every area of your life as your main desire. Be persistent in your godly desire and the substance of that desire fired constantly in God’s presence and He will grant you the desires of your heart according to Palm 37:4.

PRAYER: Thank you Lord for putting desires in me, help me to be completely led by Your Spirit in expressing my desires to glorify you in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Shalom

Apostle Blessing

Women of light international prayer ministries.

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valleynix · 2 years

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jealous bela in chapter six is everything to me<33 “she doesn’t like me touching what she thinks is hers” actual heart eyes rn !! (if you have time) pls some more: TPtM girls being jealous and possessive

i love the jealousy that comes with everyone having a massive crush on the same person 😭

here we have it: TPtM ladies being jealous (not sure if you meant all four, but i’ll do everyone just in case :D)

(for the sake of convenience, once again, we’ll just make this a little “what if” scenario)

Alcina Dimitrescu

she likes to think she’s not a jealous person

why would she be? she’s confident in herself and she knows her own worth

even knowing what she does about herself, she can’t help the twisting of her heart when she sees you with Daniela cuddled into your side as she hangs onto your every word in the library

she’d meant to come in and check up on you, ensure her youngest wasn’t acting inappropriately (she taught her daughters manners and respect for others, but she also knows Daniela tends to forget those same manners when she’s excited)

out of the four of them, Alcina is probably the second least likely to act on her jealousy

she loves her daughters dearly, and she knows they care about you, too

she’ll probably act a little cold and distant when she does see you romantically interacting with her daughters, at least until she gets more used to it

she just needs some reassurance, even if she knows you adore each of them equally

you’ll find her later that night in her office, working herself to death and trying to distract herself from the nasty feeling in her chest

“you’ve been ignoring me,” you say

Alcina lifts her head from the paper she’s reread eight times now, still unable to comprehend what’s written on it with her mind racing

she doesn’t like being caught acting unfairly

and she knows it’s hypocritical of her; she wants you to communicate with her, but she can’t do the same?

she’s the most vocal of her fears and doubts

once she voices them, tells you how worried she is and how upset she’d be if you left, you go to sit on her desk (after moving her very important papers, of course) and hold her face gently between your hands

you could never choose one over the others, and if she feels she’s not getting enough love or attention, all she has to do is talk to you

that makes her feel better, admittedly

even so, she still makes Daniela actually do some chores around the castle after catching the two of you, using the excuse, “i can’t have my own daughter not know how to hold a broom”

it’s a little petty, sure, but it does make her feel a bit better

besides, she knows her youngest needs to burn off some energy, and what better way to do that than be productive?

Bela Dimitrescu

she’s the most likely to act on her jealousy

it wouldn’t be anything toward you, no; she’d snap at whichever sister (or, rarely, even her mother) she’d seen you romantically interacting with

the severity of her jealousy depends on who you’re with

if it’s Daniela? she probably won’t be as rude, but she’ll be a little distant until she works through her feelings (which, truthfully, can take anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks)

if it’s Alcina? she’ll be a little more irritable and only speak when spoken to, occasionally snapping out a response if she hasn’t had time to think on what she saw

if it’s Cassandra? all hell will break loose

that moment she saw her younger sister sit in your lap and touch you? she realized how fucked she was when it came to you

the middle Dimitrescu likes to get on everyone’s nerves; it’s usually affectionately, but this time, Bela was not amused in the slightest

i imagine she probably had a nice yelling match with her sister when you were passed out and couldn’t possibly hear them

Cassandra was probably just 😇 the whole time

like her mother, she needs some reassurance

and if she’s not busy (and knows you aren’t, either), she’ll definitely come to find you and either cuddle into you, kiss you anywhere her lips can find purchase, or do a combination of the two

she knows she’s not supposed to leave any marks on you, but damn

you do look good with her lipstick staining your skin and your disheveled appearance that she caused

you certainly don’t mind the attention, but when you ask her why she’s acting like this, she becomes… shy

she knows it’s wrong of her, knows you care about each of them equally and you try your best to show it

you don’t laugh at her worries, of course. she’s not really sure why she thought you would

you kiss her softly and hold her face as you murmur to her all the things you adore about her

that does make her feel better

expect lots of affection when she’s jealous; she won’t be distant to you, but she will snap at her sisters when it’s her turn with you

Cassandra Dimitrescu

oh, you thought Cass could be jealous?

well, you’d actually be correct

it doesn’t happen often; she doesn’t let herself care enough about other people to be jealous

you, though? she both loves and hates how she feels when you’re nearby

she loves the attention you give her, the way you actually pay attention to what she saying and pretend you’re interested (you actually are interested, but for some reason, she never believes you)

she’s… actually pretty happy with you

it’s taken her longer than everyone else to realize she even has feelings for you, but once she did, she felt such relief

that being said, she may not admit it, but she finds herself jealous of the relationships you have with the rest of her family

she knows she’s different than they are; she prefers solitude, and she finds comfort in creating things as well as taking things

she’s... well. she doesn’t know how to feel when she sees you with each of her family members

she doesn’t ever show it (why would she?), but once she’s alone again, her mind wanders and overanalyzes each interaction she’s seen between you and her family

you’re so carefree with Daniela and you’re usually always smiling. are you ever like that with her? she thinks you’re typically more afraid of her than happy to be with her, and if you’re not that, you’re annoyed with her while she’s just being herself

she knows her mother makes you happier than she could; she’s like a safe harbor for you, someone to rely on in times of stress. Cassandra wants to be that for you, but she thinks she may have come off a little more threatening than she intended to

don’t even get her started on Bela; she’s everything Cassandra isn’t, and she knows you have a lot more in common. she would make you a lot happier, wouldn’t she?

she tries not to think too hard on it, especially when you’re together, but it hurts her to see you wrap your arms around Bela’s shoulders and press your head against her own

it’s not intentional, and she knows you don’t mean any harm. you’re just giving her the attention she deserves and-

she’ll act on her jealousy, but only with you, and never maliciously. she knows you mean well, and even if she’s hurt and a little upset, you don’t really deserve her anger

she’ll seek you out sometime during the night when she’s come to understand her feelings, and she’ll basically demand all your attention for a while without actually saying it (but you’re smart and know when she wants attention)

this is usually done by holding you close to her chest if it was her mother or Daniela she saw with you; they don’t make her incredibly jealous, but she still wants to know that you care about her

if she saw Bela with you, expect her to feel the need to mark you (with your consent, of course, and only on places no one else could see)

probably lots of kisses (and bites) and just... existing with you

if you ask her why she’s acting like this, she’ll deny the real reason for about five minutes

she doesn’t want to admit it, but you’re her weakness, and she can’t deny you when you softly kiss her neck (she hates that you know she loves attention there) and ask again why she’s acting like this

she’s not surprised when you understand where she’s coming from, and her heart swells when she hears that you’ll take her feelings into consideration more often

she apologizes for being a little possessive, but it’s not sincere

you don’t mind it, of course. you’d be crazy to complain that she was giving you such affection

Daniela Dimitrescu

she’s the least likely to act on her jealousy

she’s carefree and knows you care about her the same way you care about the rest of her family

most of the time, she’s happy just to be around you and have you smile at her

it makes her whole day

that being said... she does find herself a little jealous when you’re spending time with another of her family without her

she knows your boundaries and she knows you have to spend time alone with them, too, but she just misses you

she’ll probably just end up moping around the castle while she waits for you to be finished, and if you’re taking longer than she wants, she’ll make her way to the library and hide there among her books

she knows, deep down, that it’s not fair of her to act like this, but she can’t help it. she’s used to getting her way, but she also knows she can’t be like that with you

she loves her family and she’s pretty sure she loves you; she wouldn’t want to ruin anything for anyone, and she knows you’ll spend time with her again soon

she ends up falling asleep in the library, and you find her there a few hours later after you’d been searching everywhere for her

she doesn’t wake up until she feels you push some of her hair behind her ear, and she finds you crouching by her chair, smiling softly

her earlier sour mood vanishes almost immediately, but even as you laugh and embrace her (well, more like she embraces you), she still feels her doubts lurking in her mind

you notice that she clings to you a little tighter, like she was afraid you’d vanish if she let go

you just hold her and kiss her cheeks and forehead and neck, and that makes her feel so much better

she’s never really experienced romance before you stumbled your way to the castle, but she knows this is what it should always feel like

she’ll definitely voice her worries later, when she’s cuddling with you and you’re falling asleep, and she hopes you don’t hear her

she’s not that lucky

you’ll talk to her, but you barely get a few words out before all her worries and doubts come spilling out of her mouth

coherency certainly isn’t her strong suit, but like always, you understand her

she’s glad to have found someone who just gets her. she’s tried relationships with the staff before, but she was never happy like she is with you

you kiss her and hold her close as you tell her she never has to worry about you leaving and that you’ll always have time for her

but you also help her to understand that the rest of her family deserves your time and attention, too

she does get it

you usually never have to tell her anything twice (she does listen to you and respects your boundaries), but this little conversation has eased a lot of her worries

she ends up falling asleep holding you tight against her, but not before she kisses you lots and ensures you always have something to look forward to with her

#alcina dimitrescu #Lady Dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #to promise the moon #dfjsdlf i hope this was satisfactory <3 #it was a nice little break from the 'big reveal' chapter

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notkageyamasprincess · 3 years

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glad you came | kageyama tobio x reader

request: big brother!kegeyama walking in on the reader touching themselves .. 😁

notes: a huge thank you to jodie (@keijidearest ) for being my beta, a hundred kisses fo you, muah muah <33

characters: nii-chan!kageyama tobio x reader

genre/warnings: smut, incest, slight voyeurism, mention of dacryphilia, mutual masturbation, corruption kink, slight degradation, breeding kink

words: 2.2k

summary: tobio-nii finally finds out that his adorable little sister feels the same way

As always, your parents weren’t at home—that much was expected. But today, even Tobio would be out until late. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when you walked into your empty husk of a house. It was so lonely ever since your older brother started spending more time on campus, and you had no choice but to comfort yourself the only way you knew how.

The bedroom door didn’t quite close all the way behind you, but you disregarded it, knowing nobody would be home to disrupt you anyways. You flopped onto the bed, and wiggled out of your bottoms, one hand creeping beneath your waistband while the other clutched your phone to browse raunchy sites. Although you took in the obscene videos, racy comics, and filthy erotica, your mind drifted to Tobio, wishing that he’d take the place of the men in all those scenarios, comforting you in person rather than leaving you alone at your time of need. Settling into your blankets, you began taking care of the ache in your core, back arching off the mattress as you slowly worked yourself up to your high. The room gradually filled up with the sounds of your heavy breathing, slick noises of your arousal, and the familiar creak of the bed as you shifted around.

Unbeknownst to you, Tobio was on the other side of the wall, quietly taking care of his own needs, stroking his length to match your rhythm. He seriously lucked out today; he didn’t think he would ever have the opportunity to catch you at a vulnerable moment like this, unsuspectingly letting out your sweet moans for him to hear. When practice got cancelled, he went straight home and took a nap, only to wake up to the sounds of your self-pleasuring. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on his precious little sister, really. Yet, how could he let this chance pass him by?

As he gripped his cock, your brother felt his balls tighten much quicker than usual. He wasn’t expecting his innocent sister to sound so...so lewd. His orgasm was coaxed on by how slutty you sounded as you moaned, how sopping wet he reckoned you were just through the noise of you fucking yourself. Before long, he felt himself shudder as he shot out his load. Never had he cum so early, the embarrassment enveloping him as he realized what had had him so worked up to begin with. Your soft whines remained in the background as Tobio slumped down and began cleaning himself off.

As his post-orgasmic bliss dissipated, a sense of guilt and disgust grew within him, as though he had violated you himself. He laid an arm over his eyes and exhaled deeply.

A few more seconds passed, and he shamefully emerged from his room, intending to wash up in the bathroom when something made him stop in his tracks.

“N-nii-chan…feels good!”

Erotic fantasies of your brother fuelled your lust while you touched yourself. Instead of your own hands, you imagined that it was his large palms caressing your breasts, and his long fingers stretching you out, loosening your entrance for his thick cock. Your gasps and whimpers grew louder as you gave in to the pleasure, but you didn’t care, chanting your brother’s name as you came.

Lost in a euphoric trance, your eyes remained squeezed shut, allowing him to slip into your room unnoticed.. The moment his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he was captivated by the sight of your limp form splayed out on the bed. His ravenous gaze traveled across the expanses of exposed skin, pausing briefly on the rise and fall of your chest and your spasming pussy. He swallowed before revealing his presence.

“____, was that…my name?”

Upon hearing his voice, your eyes snapped open, and you yelped. Panic welled up inside you as you sprang up and hastily covered yourself.

Thoughts of possible consequences raced through your mind. No more hair ruffles, no more head pats, no more words of praise. He’d no longer swing by your school to treat you to lunch when he was between classes. You could definitely say goodbye to him picking you up from the bus stop after dark.

“Tobio-nii! I- how long have you been standing there?”

Now you’d gone and done it. He must be repulsed by you. No one should have been in the house, nobody should have been there to catch you, so how was this happening?

“Not important. I’d rather talk about how you were just masturbating while thinking about me.”

Blood rushed to his dick as the scene he walked in on replayed in his head, and your cute noises echoed in his mind. His shock quickly shifted into frustration: frustration that he had to conceal his possessiveness when you gave your attention to another boy, frustration that he had to control his urges when you pranced around the house in your ratty drawstring shorts, or that he had to avert his eyes when your nipples poked out from your thin sleepshirt.

Frustration that he had to live through hell hiding his feelings for you when his dear sister was exactly the same way.

“You mean to tell me,” he started, taking calculated steps towards you, “That this entire time we could have been taking care of each other? The fuck did I jerk off in the shower for?”

Huh? You were stunned and relieved, but there was no time for you to hold back your tears. Unable to process what he said, you peered up at him with watery eyes.

Thinking that he frightened you by raising his voice, his eyes widened in alarm. He gathered you into his arms and stroked the back of your head. “Whoa, hey, hey, don’t cry, angel. I didn’t mean to get angry with you; I got too excited back there.”

“No, that’s not it. I-I thought you would hate me, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“I could never hate you, ____. You’re so precious to me that I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else putting their hands on you where mine should be.”

Pulling back, you looked into his eyes for confirmation. “Really? Because I always hated your girlfriends for stealing my place.”

“You’re so cute, but I promise you have nothing to worry about at all. I didn’t want them like I wanted you.” You felt him guide your hands to his groin, where his dick was nearly popping out from his boxers. “Do you feel that? Feel how hard I am? You made me this way.”

Your heart swelled with pride knowing that he loved you more than he did any of those whores, and seeing him so worked up, all for you brought back the familiar tingle between your legs that only your Nii-chan knew how to soothe. Freeing him from his pants, you watched in wonder as his cock stood at attention, leaking precum from the tip. Tobio’s breathing grew heavier from your touch.

“____? Do you think you could do Nii-chan a favour?” His ears reddened in mortification. Despite the fact that he had cum earlier, all he wanted to do was shove his cock into you and fuck you silly. “I got turned on when you were crying,” he groaned and covered his face. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t react that way, but you’re just so cute.”

On the contrary, you were really happy that he found you so endearing.. “Don’t be sorry, Tobio-nii,” you reassured, shaking your head. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

Tobio kneeled at the foot of your bed and gripped his length, grateful that you were willing to help him out. “Could you remove the blankets and show me your pretty body?”

The idea of baring yourself to him made you flustered. But if it was your brother, asking you so politely for help, you wouldn’t mind displaying your most vulnerable parts. Glancing at his hopeful expression, you peeled back the covers.

“So good, baby. Now open your legs and touch yourself for me.”

Again, you bashfully complied, spreading yourself and angling your hips to give him a better view. The way he watched you made you searing hot; he gazed at you with lust blown pupils, eyeing you like a starved wolf as he fisted his cock.

You were fixated on his dick, curiously observing the rosy colour of the tip, the slender shaft, the slight curvature upwards, and the vein running down the middle. It was the first time you’d seen one. Heat pooled in your centre when you thought about taking him in your mouth.

“Nii-chan? Can I try sucking you off?”

“What?” he panted. “You don’t—ah, fuck—have to. I can’t make you do that.”

Leaning forward on your hands, you stared at him in earnest. “I want to.”

His face scrunched up as he weighed his options, but a quick glance at your glossy plump lips was all he needed to succumb.

After he agreed, you held him gently, noting how your hand barely wrapped around the girth of it, and how it felt so much thicker and heavier than it looked.Experimentally, you eagerly licked the sides, lapping at the precum that dribbled down his length, then you wrapped your lips around him. Paying close attention to his instructions, you gingerly massaged his balls and inched him further down your throat. “Yes, yes just like that. Now swallow.”

He tugged at your hair, pushing himself deeper, alternating between looking down at you, and closing his eyes in ecstasy. Your jaw was sore, and your throat was starting to burn, but you couldn’t help but moan at the disheveled state he was reduced to. Your cunt clenched around nothing, pulsating with desire.

Tobio’s eyebrows knitted together, loving the sight of you gagging on his dick. He’d always dreamed of defiling you like this; he felt so dirty, but so good.

“Shit, you’re making your Tobio-nii feel so amazing. I’m gonna cum soon.”

You desperately longed for him to cum on your tongue, but even more than that, you wanted him to alleviate your aching core, so you reluctantly pulled your lips off of him. “Mm, wait! Not yet.” You spread your lower lips apart, looking at him with need. “Please. In here.”

Tobio regarded your fucked out expression and your dripping hole, deciding to satisfy you against his better judgement. His cute sister was begging so sweetly for him, so how could he deny your request? Besides, he wanted it just as badly.

“Yeah? You’re gonna give your virginity to Nii-chan? Gonna let your big brother fuck his seed deep into your slutty pussy?”

His filthy words caused you to shiver, yet, he was soothing and gentle as he slipped his cock inside, pushing the head in little by little, pausing until you were ready for more. He moved only the tip back and forth, parting your opening, coating his dick with your juices.

The stretch hurt a little as he inched in deeper, but there was no one other than your beloved Nii-chan you’d rather lose your virginity to. You knew he respected you enough that you could even call it off there, and he would stop without any questions. There was no doubt that he would treat you better than anyone else you could’ve had your first time with.

When you finally nodded to him, he eased in the rest of his length, and he sucked in a breath when your cunt squelched, accepting him in hungrily. He waited a few more seconds before thrusting slowly. Once you gave him the okay, he increased the pace steadily until he was slamming his cock in and out.

His cock reached places inside you that you were never able to reach with your fingers, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. You felt so full, so complete.

Tobio nearly spilled into you when he directed his gaze to the spot where the two of you were connected. Your cunt squeezed him like it didn’t want him to pull out and painted him in a creamy white substance. He was addicted to seeing you losing yourself on his dick as he split you open.

Pressing on the back of your thighs, he pushed you deeper into the mattress and shoved his length even deeper. Your brother enjoyed the feeling of corrupting you, wiping you clean of every man that came before him and ruining you for every man that would come after him. That is, if you would ever want another man after he’d had his way with you.

Feeling your pussy tighten, he slid a hand between your bodies and grinded the heel of his palm against your nub, forcing an orgasm out of you, and spurted his viscous cum inside. He pumped his cock a few more times before pulling out, admiring his handiwork when his cum leaked out from your convulsing hole. Rather than let it drip onto the sheets, he lifted your pelvis to place a pillow underneath, then collected his release with his fingers, only to push it deep inside you again. Contently, he plugged you back up with his cock, brushed some hair out of your face, and pecked you tenderly on the forehead.

You laid there, basking in each other’s warmth, filling the void in each other’s heart.

Tobio nosed the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply. “Mine.”

a/n: well, well, well... tobio-nii makes a comeback

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Are you a wizard, Kai? Because I have about 6 weeks worth of asks screaming about my hatred for Gojo and with a few fucking paragraphs, I'm like "oh no I feel bad for him"...what is this dark magic you possess?! I mean, I still think he's scum but I feel bad for him. But I'm also still wondering why the fuck Gojo did it in the first place, the dumb paintbrush looking stick figure?!

But I've had some time to digest this chapter and....well let's just dive in, shall we?

First off, ok he did break up with Rie face to face and told her everything which is good. (My last ask I said I didn't believe him, but he actually did it) However, Rie, seriously go fuck yourself. You haven't stopped crying since like chapter one and I'm sick of it. It was 2 months; you and Gojo broke up a 5 year, very serious relationship, so fuck off with the waterworks. You got what you deserved and maybe now you'll use your brain when getting into a relationship. Please go away to the land of forgotten uwu girls and never disgrace us with your presence again. (please tell me she's gone for good)🙏🙏🙏

Second, (not to gloss over the adorableness that is Sugaruyn) but the scream I let out when the Dilf (who is not a dad, but he's sure as hell a daddy) himself, Nanami, made an appearance. Omg I'm pretty sure I woke up my neighbors. Eh, I'll buy them donuts in the morning then tell them to read the series so they'll be fine. 🤷

(Also, fuck y/n's mom. You're a terrible mother and I hope your company goes bankrupt, your pillows are always warm, and you somehow always step on a Lego barefoot)

Third, *insert evil laugh here* how does it fucking feel Gojo to see y/n move on without you? My, my, my, how the turntables. Just take several seats and watch your life fall apart buddy boy, because you sure as shit didn't give a fuck about y/n's feelings when you were living your high school dream. It was setting up to be an amazing moment between y/n and Sugaru, but I'm starting to think there's nothing there but friendship. Just very amazing, deep friendship and honestly, that's ok. Platonic soulmates are real and they're wonderful.

And finally, I honestly was thinking Rie was pregnant and I was waiting for that shoe to drop because that would have been the absolute final nail in the coffin that is y/n and Gojo's relationship (she still could be, we've got 2 more chapters after this) but you went and pulled a Sixth Sense level twist with that ending. I didn't see that coming until y/n mentioned being tired and nauseous. If she really is pregnant, this will define everything. My heart is racing and I'm pacing the floor, frantically willing a happy ending, whatever that may be. As long as y/n is happy.

But seriously, are you a wizard, Kai?! Much love to you again! Hope you have an amazing weekend and week!! Hugs, kisses, flowers, and coffee!!

PLSSSS i love that emotional twirling gif LMAOO omg yeahhh about rie's tears, i actually hate it when the person who messed up is the one who cries. i definitely get why it pisses u guys off. but it always happens irl. i think its like a way for them to get some sympathy, to look pitful bc they know it in themselves that they messed up, & it's really annoying!!!!!. and NANAMI, ah i wanted to write more about him😭next chapter there'll be more of him !! he's friends with yn~ i wish im your neighbor tho. i love donuts😭hksdjk. as for yn's mom. she can get worse, really :(( and satoru might have to see more suguyn next chapter :')) anywayyy thank youu so much for this and for the support <33 please have an amazing weekend as well and take careee, mwaah~

#🍭—kaitalks #f: permanent mark

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The Folk & Fairy Tales of Azeroth Lore Facts

Editor’s Note: “Some of the tales you’ll encounter here may be rooted in canon, or they may be another traveler just telling a tall tale.”

Eyes of the Earth Mother

Though the Earth Mother heard the whispers of the Old Gods, she could not be swayed by them (13).

Pregnant, the Earth Mother sought a place away from the Old Gods’ corruptive influence to give birth to her children. Unable to find such a place, however, she decided to shape the world and, in doing so, create her own safe haven (14).

All of Azeroth’s lands, waters, and even the elements themselves came forth at this moment. They were suffused with enough of the Earth Mother’s essence so soon after their inception that they kept the Old Gods’ powers at bay (14).

The Earth Mother gave birth to twins: first An’she, a beacon of life and warmth, then came Mu’sha, who was to bring rest, tranquility, and healing. The elements called them the “sun” and the “moon” (15).

Eventually, both An’she and Mu’sha developed connections with the elements. An’she found himself able to wield the light and warmth of fire while Mu’sha maintained some control over the tides and winds (15-16).

The twins even went so far as to use the elements to create weapons to spar with. Mu’sha opted for a bow and arrow, whereas An’she’s weapon of choice was a set of blades (16).

To keep her children safe from the Old Gods’ ever-present influence while she slept, the Earth Mother took both An’she and Mu’sha up into her eyes. Their power was so great that she had to keep one eye open at all times (16).

This, however, meant that Azeroth no longer received An’she’s warmth or Mu’sha’s guidance of the wind while the Earth Mother rested. Cold slowly spread across the land and blizzards raged until she finally woke again (18).

The Earth Mother’s cycle between periods of sleep and awakening would come to form the basis of the seasons as we know them, with her time of work the summer and her time of rest the winter (18).

As the twins grew in power, they developed the ability to bring on the change of seasons at will, though they took care to do it slowly and give the world time to adjust. As the Earth Mother rested, An’she and Mu’sha continued to tend to Azeroth from behind her eyes (19).

After waking at one point, the Earth Mother found that there was new life walking the earth. Plucking wheat from the plains to sprinkle over them, the Earth Mother called them “Shu’halo,” - the tauren (19).

Just as the Earth Mother taught her children, both An’she and Mu’sha taught the Shu’halo in the ways of the elements and caring for the land (20).

When the Earth Mother next slept, however, the Old Gods extended their influence to the tauren, causing them to grow violent and turn on their own kind (20).

Saddened to see the tauren fall to such corruption, the Earth Mother shed a single tear. She realized that the land was no longer able to hold the Old Gods’ power at bay, meaning anything it touched could be corrupted (21).

Knowing that she was not safe for her children anymore because of her own connection to the land, the Earth Mother removed An’she and Mu’sha from her eyes and laid down in despair (21-22).

The single tear that the Earth Mother had shed became a blue baby, later named “Lo’sho,” or the Blue Child (22, 24).

Seeking to put an end to the Old Gods after what they had done to the tauren and the despair they instilled in their mother, An’she and Mu’sha fought against some of the eldritch beings’ manifestations. During the battle, An’she was wounded grievously. Though Mu’sha sought to heal him with wind and water, he continued to bleed (24).

The Earth Mother, stirred by her distant children’s dismay, eventually found her way to them. She urged them to take Lo’sho and go to the heavens so they could protect Azeroth from above, while the Earth Mother chose to root herself in the earth and prevent the Old Gods from ever claiming her children (26-27).

Mu’sha, the moon, continues to follow An’she closely across the sky so she can keep tending to his wounds (26).

One Small Tuskarr

The tuskarr etch their clan and family symbols into their tusks. Though this is customary, some do engrave other symbols - such as marks indicating deeds of great distinction - into their tusks as well (32, 36).

The catch master, who weighs the tuskarr’s catches, has a counting staff adorned with cords in the colors of each of the clan’s active fishermen. In accordance with how big a tuskarr’s haul of fish is, the catch master ties a single knot or more into their respective cord. These knots can be traded for tools, weapons, and coins, among other things (32-33).

A single knot is customary for those who meet basic requirements, while additional knots are allotted to those who catch more (33).

One can also earn knots from other tasks, such as fine embroidery, though they do so at a much slower rate than those who fish (38).

Food is shared equally among the tuskarr (33).

The tuskarr perform nomadic journeys that take them to various kalu’ak towns. While the fishers take their own boats, most of the mothers, adolescents, and children trek across the ice (34).

Fishing practices are passed down from parent to child. Though it is unclear if that is “law,” some of the tuskarr refuse to teach others to fish if they are not their own blood, going so far as to withhold information about the currents and places fish gather (36).

Tuskarr sometimes dye their moustaches (36).

It never gets fully dark in Northrend (38).

Oacha’noa is the tuskarr’s deity of both the sea and wisdom. Her symbol is that of a kraken (39).

The spearhead on most tuskarr weapons is made of sharpened bone (42).

A type of manta ray known as the stargazer can be found in Northrend’s waters (44).

The tuskarr can survive in water so cold it would kill other races native to Azeroth in mere minutes (45).

The tuskarr typically fly kites for fun, though they have been known to use them to send signals to others at great distances (48).

Lay Down My Bones

According to Vulpera beliefs, the first of their kind was born from the magic of the desert. Though they are a nomadic people, an old tale about an artifact called the Wailing Bone claims the desert calls their bodies back to where they began when they die. To ensure they find their way back, the vulpera follow the Wailing Bone (55-56).

Once one of their own has passed, it is customary for the next of kin to carry the bone at the head of the caravan while the vulpera wander in search of the proper place to bury them. The journey may take anywhere from days to weeks, but when the Wailing Bone begins to cry, the vulpera know they have found their loved one’s final resting place (56, 61).

A poem is carved into the Wailing Bone: “Wander, roam; bring me home, / Down paths at my behest; / Among the stones, lay down my bones, / So I, at last, may rest”. Few can read the script it is written in, but most all vulpera can recite it from heart (54).

Two vulpera, frustrated at their inability to find their elder’s final resting place, neglected their duty and left his corpse in a river in the hopes that it would bring him there for them. Refusing to obey the Wailing Bone caused it to crack. From that night on, the vulpera of the caravan found themselves cursed for failing to heed the Wailing Bone (62, 65).

Cracking under the pressure of the curse, the two negligent vulpera ultimately died gruesome deaths at each other’s hands. One of their bones was made into the next Wailing Bone (65).

A caravan always needs a Wailing Bone (65).

The Uninvited Guest

One goblin adage goes like so: “Every great goblin invention was born from necessity, bubble gum, or an accident” (69).

The goblins have a nursery rhyme: “In the dark of night and bright of day, / Keep in your hand a tossaway. / Guard your fortune, mind your greed, / Or else the Uninvited Guest will feed” (70).

The Uninvited Guest is a goblin boogeyman of sorts who is attracted by greed so egregious it offends even the dead. It is incorporeal, invisible, and has the ability to move through walls (76).

The Uninvited Guest feeds off of greed, but it can never be satisfied. It will latch onto its host like an invisible parasite to feed, inciting strange charitable behavior in them until they have given away all of their earthly possessions (76-79).

A “tossaway” is a shiny gold-painted coin stamped with the face of the very first trade prince. These fake coins get their name from the way goblins quite literally toss them away in a symbolically superstitious act to protect themselves and their fortunes from the Uninvited Guest (70, 74).

Tossaways were invented by Slixi Boompowder, the wife of one of the former trade princes of the Steamwheedle Cartel, after her own run-in with the Uninvited Guest. She only escaped from it because she distracted it with actual gold galleons, which inspired her to create the tossaways (83).

Legend has it that the Uninvited Guest still roams Azeroth to this day, looking to feed off of hapless greedy goblins (84).

Klaxz Boompowder was one of the former trade princes of the Steamwheedle Cartel. His rival was Rikter Hogsnozzle, the trade prince of the Bilgewater Cartel (70-71).

Tradition dictates that goblins are buried with their most valuable possessions so they can enjoy them at the Everlasting Party, the goblin afterlife. They are then given burial gifts by other goblins from their own riches, though most goblins are too greedy to truly part with anything important (73).

Once the coffin is sealed, goblins dance on top of it to usher the deceased on to the Everlasting Party (75).

Prominent goblins typically serve as pallbearers while goblins contractually obligated to serve as pack mules carry the rear (75).

The goblins used to employ golden galleons as their form of currency, but it fell out of fashion. Nowadays, they are incredibly rare and expensive (74-75).

Trolls have a tale about an invisible evil that sucks the souls from living beings and leaves them mad. It can only be seen in the light of a full moon (80).

Sister is Another Word For Always

Vereesa felt Sylvanas’ death at the hands of Arthas the moment it happened (89-90).

Sylvanas’ eyes were gray as a high elf (91).

In the midst of her sorrow at her sister’s death, Vereesa sought many escapes. At first she tried to sleep, but when rest and forgetfulness would not come, she embarked on a journey across deserts and forests with little in the way of proper food or nourishment except that which she found (90, 93).

It is very possible Vereesa perished at some point on this journey, for she came across a spirit healer, though she was told it was not yet her time. The spirit healer offered Vereesa a deal: if she could bring her the willing soul of Sylvanas without ever touching her, the spirit healer would restore her to life (96-97).

When Sylvanas first died at the hands of Arthas, it seems as though the Arbiter sent her to Ardenweald (98-99).

After she struggles to locate her sister in Ardenweald, Vereesa is inadvertently pulled into the Maw. There, she still has difficulty finding her, and is told by the Jailer that Sylvanas is not there - at least, not yet. He then urges her to leave, telling her she does not belong there (99, 102-103).

Eventually, Vereesa spots a silver glimmer she knows to be Sylvanas, though it is only a fragment of her soul (103-104).

Before she can escape with the soul of her sister, the Jailer stops Vereesa and inadvertently tricks her into touching Sylvanas, rendering her deal with the spirit healer null and void (106).

At the end of this journey, Vereesa awakes at the foot of a statue, her memory of the experience hazy (109).

The Paladin’s Beast

Uther is originally from Stratholme (117).

Introduced as a fable beloved by the princelings and princesses of Lordaeron, the Paladin’s Beast is a tale that follows a young Uther as he finds himself in a mysterious and unfamiliar land. Determined to prove himself and bring back a prize to his fellow paladins, Uther joins a tournament put on by a foreign kingdom despite the protests of its princess. Though he is a strong warrior, she insists the beast of the tournament kills every knight who challenges it. Still, Uther refuses to back down, confident that his faith in the Light will give him the strength he needs to prevail. However, the princess’ words hold true, as every knight who goes to fight the beast before him perishes. When it is his turn, Uther decides to stay his hammer rather than fight, remembering the princess’ words. The beast withdraws, defeated by his act of compassion. It is revealed afterward as Uther goes for his prize that the princess actually was the beast all along, cursed to fight in the tournament for disobeying her father and breaking the royal lineage. She casts a spell on Uther, making it so that when he returns to Lordaeron, he will not remember anything of who she was or his experience there until the day he finds himself in a fiery field. Though the fable ends there, it is said that Uther dreamt of the silver kingdom and its princess for many years to come. It was not until his final moments, trying to fell a beast with weapons rather than compassion, that he would fully remember the princess and her story (111-127).

For Lies and Liberty

Most undead do not get all of their memories back immediately once they are raised (or given free will). It takes time and encouragement (133-134).

On the long-standing issue of whether or not undead have ichor or blood running through their veins, it appears one Jeremiah Pall still has blood in his body, though it has stopped moving on account of his still heart (134).

The story of the “Fearless Flyer” - a man known as Captain Whitney - is famous among some of the Alliance forces. According to the man himself, Whitney and his outfit had been fighting orcs for months to no avail when he hatched a bold plan to launch himself by catapult into their camp and take them by surprise, hence the nickname the “Fearless Flyer”. This story, unfortunately, turned out to be nothing but hyperbole. As it stands, a drunk Whitney accidentally got tangled up in nets, fell in the catapult, and was unceremoniously flung into the orcish camp. Believing themselves to be under attack, the orcs retaliated and killed most of the unsuspecting humans while Captain Whitney hid (136, 142).

Stones, Moss, and Tears

Though female elves traditionally mark their faces after they have achieved a rite of passage, they can continue to add embellishments to commemorate any further deeds (155).

At least one kaldorei lorekeeper was charged with knowing the name of every Sentinel and recording details of their more noteworthy battles (156).

The Bloomblade druids were one of the oldest, unbroken lines of night elf druids (158).

A species of insect known as glowmoths migrate through Mount Hyjal every autumn (164).

The Embrace

The White Lady and the Sun were charged with keeping watch over Azeroth as it dreamed (171, 176).

Though she loved the people of Azeroth dearly, the White Lady found herself growing lonely and in want of a family (173).

The moon cycles are thought to be the White Lady turning away and hiding her face in her sorrow, though she would always look back upon Azeroth to watch over it (174).

It is said that the White Lady loved Azeroth and its denizens so much that a child - the Blue Child - was born of that love (174-175).

The Blue Child, ever curious, began asking the White Lady questions about the mortals that weighed on her heart, as she could not answer (176).

One night the White Lady woke up to find the Blue Child gone. Unable to find her, she swore off her charge until the Blue Child was returned to her (177-178).

Without her guidance, the planet sped up and the tides ceased. The White Lady was only convinced to return to her duty after the Sun urged her, telling her the Blue Child might return if she had the moonlight to guide her (178).

The White Lady began to glow even more brightly over time in the hopes that her child would see, her light quickly growing to rival that of the Sun’s. This, too, caused problems, for crops burned and navigators could not see the stars to travel by (179).

Upon seeing the terrible effect this was having on Azeroth’s denizens, the White Lady dimmed her light and retreated (181).

The Blue Child ultimately returned from her long travels to her mother. They embraced in the sky, creating a beautiful eclipse (182).

Ever curious, the Blue Child was bound to grow restless again and leave for the stars, but the White Lady knew she would always return (183).

When the moon turns red, it is a sign of her anger (177).

Why the Mermaids Left Boralus

Back when Kul Tiras was still a Gilnean colony, Boralus had hardly any walls or structures protecting it from the wind or sea. More often than not, when the Great Sea churned at the city’s edge, it took houses, ships, and even men down into its depths. So many would drown in these incidents that those remaining covered them with weighted nets, causing them to sink to the seafloor (187-188, 190).

Many of the roads out of Boralus flooded during great storms, making it deadly to try to leave the city on foot or by ship (198).

The Kul Tirans declined to build a seawall for fear that it would have done nothing and also because repairing it after a storm would have been just as dangerous as the storms themselves (188).

Most of Boralus’ early inhabitants were seamen of some sort, whether fishers, sea priests, sailors, or pearl-divers (188).

During storms, the tidesages would act as a makeshift seawall and use their power to cut the waves before they made it deeper into the harbor (199).

Mermaids appeared quite openly near Boralus in its early days. Though they lived much deeper than most could naturally dive, they liked to sit on the rocks and watch ships go by, among other things. Most lived in temples beneath the sea that belonged to Kul Tiras’ former inhabitants (189, 191).

According to superstition, sighting a mermaid was bad luck and presaged many inauspicious things including a doomed voyage, a brutal winter, and poor fishing. They were also seen as the harbingers of storms (189-190).

Tidesages were (and still are) always the first and last to disembark from a ship. As a result, they usually went down with their ships (191).

The tidesages’ unrivaled dedication, combined with the frequency of drownings and shipwrecks, often meant they died young (191).

Mermaids are spawned from eggs and leave no corpses when they die (191, 203).

The mermaids had very little understanding of the Kul Tirans’ mistrust towards them (191).

Mermaids have some power over the rocks and water - granted to them by the Tidemother from birth -, but they use it sparingly because it is finite. Once a mermaid runs out of magic, they die. As a result, mermaids can live up to five hundred years (192).

Mermaids consider sirens lazy and murlocs deplorable (192).

According to legend, the bubble seaweed in Boralus Harbor is actually discarded pearls. A mermaid by the name of Halia fell in love with a tidesage and kept secretly gifting them to her as a token of her affection. The tidesage, Ery, was far too pragmatic for such a gift and dumped the pearls back in the water every time (195).

The mermaids believe that the Tidemother will give tails to those who slit their feet from toes to heels and walk into the harbor at dawn (197).

According to legend, Boralus’ great stone seawall was formed through the combined efforts of dozens of mermaids and one lone tidesage. A virulent tempest had come upon Boralus one day, taking men and ships alike with it. Though the city’s tidesages gathered to push back the waves, all but one were lost to the storm over the course of five long days. The last remaining tidesage, Ery, persisted despite her exhaustion while the mermaid Halia, too afraid to watch her lover perish, began using her own magic to craft a seawall. Though the storm repeatedly broke it down, her fellow mermaids joined her, ultimately expending their magic and sacrificing themselves to raise a wall so grand it towered over even the mightiest of ships and waves. Ery herself nearly died after this, though Halia saved her by invoking the Tidemother. She cut Ery’s feet from toes to heels and dragged her into the harbor, performing the ritual necessary for her transformation into a mermaid (198-203).

All but one of the mermaids - Ery notwithstanding - perished to save Boralus, which is why none are seen there today (204-205).

As a result, the sailors of Boralus now see mermaids as a symbol of the highest honor, good luck, and sacrifice (205).

During calm sunsets when the red of the sky is reflected in the harbor, sailors refer to it as “Ery’s blood,” after the tidesage who fought the storm so valiantly. Ery’s blood is a sign of good weather to come (205).

The Courageous Kobold and the Wickless Candle

Kobolds tell a sleep-time story (209).

Kobold families live together in caves. They have their own nests, but congregate in common areas for stories, among other things (210).

Some time ago, the Whiskersnoot kobold tunnels crumbled, submerging the Whiskersnoots in total darkness. They lived like that for generations, having decided it was no longer safe to dig higher after the cave-in. This spawned a saying: “Never pick above your snout, else the darkness snuff you out!” (210-211).

Granny Whiskersnoot, however, dug just a little bit upward every day until one day she broke through to a light above. She intended to lead the other kobolds to it, but could never find her way back through the tunnels again. It wasn’t until her granddaughter persisted in finding it that they made their way back above ground (211, 222).

The kobolds think of the sun as a “Wickless Candle” (211).

Visage Day

On a dragon’s Visage Day, they choose what mortal form they will take. This is significant, as it shows the Aspects trust them to adopt the guise of one of the mortal races and walk among them. It is the dragons’ hope that through choosing a form to embody and relate to mortals, the more mortals can understand dragons in turn (228, 234).

Onyxia, on the other hand, maintains dragons choose visages that allow them to control the mortals (241).

In accordance with tradition, the Visage Day ceremony occurs on the uppermost level of Wyrmrest Temple. Each of the Aspects are usually present for members of their own dragonflight, though Alexstrasza herself has been known to officiate on occasion. It is also customary for each flight to send emissaries (243).

During the ceremony, all attendant dragons take their own mortal forms in honor of the dragon whose Visage Day it is (245).

Before they publicly choose their form, the dragon in question traditionally makes a proclamation (245).

The Visage Day ceremony can be delayed (244).

Nozdormu has helped many bronze dragons prepare for their own Visage Day (230).

When Nozdormu sits in the sands at the heart of the Bronze Dragonshine, intricate patterns form around him (233).

Both Kalecgos and Chromie performed a short incantation to assume their mortal forms, though Nozdormu did not appear to need to (234, 236, 246).

Kalecgos says that he chose a half-elf form - which he calls a “blend of mortal worlds” - in order to symbolize his own attempt to blend together the dragon and human worlds (237).

Onyxia, on the other hand, opted to take the form of a beautiful human woman to better manipulate mortals (241).

The dragons often go by nicknames in their mortal forms because they find their full names sound too formal to humans (238).

The drakonid were fashioned by the dragons to be helpful and loyal (238).

The black dragonflight practices how best to inflict pain (239).

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volleychumps · 4 years

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hcs for kageyama , ushjima , akaashi and iwaizumi with an s/o who's a really popular libero on their own volleyball team? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Tehe I’m writing this from a female perspective- so popular libero on their school’s girls volleyball team~ This has been in the drafts for awhile so thank you for your patience<33!!!!!!

And these get longer w/ every boy idk why

Kageyama, Ushijima, Akaashi, and Iwaizumi w/ a Fem! Popular Libero S/O

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Kageyama

- This awkward baby was shook to the core when you accepted his confession, mainly because you were known to deliver kind rejections after claiming about your devotion to volleyball

- Plus you were really pretty and popular around school, and he’s probs the type to confess just so you can reject him just so he can move on

- Until you said yes like wHAT I didn’t think I’d get this far

- 100% feels bad when practice time overlaps his own, but still does his best to fucking run mildly speed-walk to the girl’s gym after practice just so he can claim he was “on a light jog” to happen to run into you

- “Light jog? You sound like a hyena.” “...Do you want to go home together or not?”

- Comes to all your games when he can, which is often considering the girls either play before or after the boys depending on what school they’re at

- Tanaka and Noya defintely call him a simp when he blushes every time you send a wink his way from on the court, blowing kisses and such just to mess with him

- Finds out about your fanclub of boys the hard way- and blue-eyed baby becomes hella jealous when you offer a sweet wave in thanks for the support

- like what are you doing look at him and him only

- His deadly glare is enough to frighten your fanclub into sitting like they’re in church lmfao

- Feels pride swell in his chest for every point you’re able to salvage for your team, and can’t help but think he’s the luckiest guy in school when you help your team deliver a solid win

- “Wipe that smile off- it’s creepy.” “Tsukishima, I swear-”

- Overall, awkward setter boy is extremely proud yet not super showy about how much he appreciates both you and your talent, and it shows when you go to give him a high-five after the match-

- and he hugs you instead super quickly, mumbling into your shoulder before running off for his match

- “Tobio-?” “It’s not fair. You’re so perfect you have a damn fanclub.” “...I just played a whole ass game and that’s what you want to say to me?”

Ushijima

- Intimidating love met you through walking into the gym off-practice time to see you practicing by your lonesome, working on your digs before his voice makes you jump

- “This is the boy’s gym.” “Sorry! I heard you were uh, off today and I wanted to get away from-”

- Raises a brow when you yelp at the familiar call of “Y/N-chan~? Where are you?”

- literally wtf Wakatoshi just wanted to spike some balls on his off-day, but instead he’s facing a group of six to seven boys in search of you, bored expression on his face as he leans against the door of the entrance

- “Ushijima-san! Have you seen Y/N?” “...No.” as he glances at your obvious gestures of said word, sighing in relief when they leave

- “Are they gone?” “I assume so.”

- blinks once as you bow in thanks before gathering your things, asking you what you were doing before you awkwardly clear your throat

- “I can find another place to practice-” “No. Stay.”

- You find yourself agreeing after gaping at the offer, and eventually surprised when he offers to help you practice

- “W-Won’t your spike like, kill me?” “Only if you let it.” “...Did the Ushijima just make a joke?”

- Surprised at how well he lets his guard down around you, and can’t explain the feeling in his chest when you leave him your number to meet up to practice “only if he wants to”

- Definitely finds himself calling you up on your next off-day, and starts to notice you more and more when the girls play before the guys do, the stark difference in color of jerseys making you stand out to the spiker

- BIG impressed with your performance, and clears his throat when you approach him afterwards giddily, grinning widely as you flex your win

- “All that practice paid off, no?” “...I like you.”

- Remains indifferent as both you and his team all silent at the same time, and you attempt to laugh it off as a joke before you realize he’s not laughing

- “...Wait, really?” “Would it be troublesome if I meant it?” “N-No...!”

- Doesn’t spare a glance to your crying fanclub before leaning down to your height, staring at you dead-on as you turn into a blushing mess when he brushes some hair out of your face before nodding once

- “Good. Then I’ll be taking you out after I win this match.”

- And you can bet your ass he won his match, feelings for you hot on his heels while a similar heat bloomed in your cheeks as your team teased you from the stands

Akaashi

- He had heard of you before, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet you in the library, huddled behind an unpopular selection of books upon a bookcase as soon as he rounds the corner, a book on volleball techniques clenched in your hold

- Simply stares when your eyes widen at his form, laughing a tad sheepishly while whispering-

- “This isn’t what it looks like.” “...Well, I sure hope it’s not.”

- Goes to simply grab his book and go before a shout rings throughout the room

- “Y/N-chan!” “sH this is a library!!”

- Sweatdrops when you tug your shirt higher to shield your face, ducking your head down low as your “Rejects of the Beautiful Y/N” fanclub drop their voices to a whisper, but seem to be getting closer

- Next thing you know, the tall stranger is standing in front of you, shielding you from anyone looking into the aisle as you simply blink in surprise, watching as he shrugs his jacket off before dropping it into your lap

- Hums as he reads his book, mumbling a low, “It has a hood.”

- Steps to the side when you awkwardly shove his jacket on, slipping the hood over your head before rushing past him, nodding your head thanks with a light blush on your cheeks as his scent surrounds you

- “Where can I come return this?” “The Volleyball Club after school.”

- So when you make your awkward entry at the instructed time, you blanch when all of the Fukurodani boys seem to still, watching their setter jog up to you and accept his jacket back from you before chaos emerges

- “wHAT AKAASHI’S THE ONE TO DATE Y/N-” “Why are you yelling.”

- Feels the tickle of a smile on his lips as you become flustered, explaining that wasn’t the case before you run away, blush on your features after thanking him again with a bow of your head

- Tightens his grip on the ball in his hand as he watches you jog off, ignoring the barrage of questions from his teammates as the tickle of a smile becomes a full one, hidden behind the setter’s hand at how you lived up to the rumors:

- cute and sweet indeed.

- So imagine your surprise when he pops up at your next game, looking at you with a mild expression when you see him in the stands before he sees the pink hue light up your cheeks

- Already has his jacket off when you meet him after your win, and you shuffle nervously in place as the setter slips the material around your shoulders, ignoring your doe-eyed expression at what was happening

- “You don’t have to return it this time.” “Akaashi Keiji...right?”

- “Hm. Seems like we both know of each other.” As he zips it up, and confirms his feelings for you when you don’t push him away, practically feeling the racing of your heart as the setter silently claims you as his own in front of everyone

- “Shall I take you out to celebrate your win?” “...Out as in like a date?”

- smirks a little at your bewildered expression before leaning back, mild expression making you feel like his eyes were boring into you as pretty setter boy shoves a hand in his jacket pocket, tugging you a little closer

- “It’s no library, but I think we can make do.”

Iwaizumi

- The first time he saw you, it was to watch you play, his fist tightened in the collar of a leaning Oikawa’s shirt over the bar, who was rambling on and on about how perfect you were

- Hardly focused on girls, especially since it seemed like every girl at Seijoh was interested in Oikawa- but as soon as you looked into the stands and locked eyes with him on accident, you both shared a blush at the fact that you had caught the spiker staring

- Can’t explain the thump in his chest when you offer a bright smile from your position on the sidelines before jogging back out onto the court

- “Nope, Iwa-chan, I called dibs.” “You have dibs on every fucking girl in the school.”

- Gets taken off guard at his possessiveness over you

- Notices you a lot more, especially being flirted with as you awkwardly laugh it off while trying to step away in the halls of Aoba Joshai, and it takes a lot of Iwa’s willpower to simply stroll on by in his usual I-only-care-about-volleyball nature

- Until on a certain day, this one bastard got too handsy, and as soon as you let out a surprised squeal when said bastard tugs you into his chest by the waist-

- Iwa has him up against the wall two seconds flat, dark eyes spinning dangerously as a part of him wondered what it was about you to make him act like this

- “Beat it. Don’t touch women like that.”

- He got that respect-women juice

- “Y-You were the one in the stands...” as you put a hand over your mouth at the tumbling of words as a smirk tugs at the ends of Iwa’s lips as he feels pride at the blush on your features

- so you remembered him.

- “What is this- the fourth confession this week?” “You’ve been counting?”

- sweatdrops at his mess up as you erupt into a fit of giggles that had his heart thumping a bit more than usual

- “No. This is a public hallway.” “Mhm. Sure. Mr. I-pin-guys-against-the-walls-in-said-public-hallways.”

- Rolls his eyes at your playful smile, but remains grateful when you seem to relax around him, and your next joke takes him off-guard-

- “What, do you wanna make it five?”

- Finds himself leaning into you, a hand resting on the wall by your side as he eyes you seriously, watching you gulp as a satisfactory grin tugs at his lips

- “What if I said yes?” “I’d say...I don’t even know your name...Iwaizumi?” as you read off his nametag, Iwa leans in a little closer in the empty hallway, watching as you clench your fists and look away in embarrassment

- “It would make all the others leave you alone.” “Hm. Tempting.”

- Smirks when you find stability in your voice, a small smile making its’ way onto your face at how natural it felt with the boy you locked eyes with merely once

- “Then, Iwaizumi, would you like to be number five?”

- “Number one would work better, but eh- five works too.” as he leans a little closer, breath mixing with yours at the proximity as you squeak, shutting your eyes tight as Iwa grins at your cuteness

- “Hm. Not yet, princess. Let’s take it one step at a time.”

- So that’s how the ace grabbed your hand and tugged you along, heart swelled with you wishing he had closed the distance

- “Where are we going?” “Practice. Let’s see how well you can dig up my spikes, Ms. Popularity.”

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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu anime #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu kageyama #kageyama tobio #kageyama #haikyuu ushijima #haikyuu ushiwaka #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi keiji #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #Iwaizumi Hajime

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cc-writesfor2dcharacters · 3 years

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Hello! It's me again AAAAAAA is it possible to ask for another request? If yes, can I request for a song fic with Mikey?

The song is a little NSFW at the end but you don't have to include that to the fic! Best to focus on the main idea of the song. I'm quite excited for this ngl HAHAHAHA

Song : Stacy's Brother - Mad Tsai

a/n: omg i love going through this song,, it was automatically added to my playlist and recommended it to my friends sklsak they loved it!! and i love the idea of mikey falling in love with stacy's brother

here's the link to the pinned post, in case some of my followers wanted to join my event <33 ((if you also want a direct tag to every piece I'll be writing for this event, reply to this post or to my pinned post))

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓎'𝓈 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 - 𝑀𝒶𝒹 𝒯𝓈𝒶𝒾

𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕩 𝕄!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (He/His Pronouns)

When Mikey starts to hang out with Emma’s friend, Stacy, he’s uncertain whether Stacy’s driving him more to insanity or her presence is his source of solace. Whatever this is he’s feeling, he’s unsure of it. But, the whole reason he’s confused is how Stacy isn’t the one making him feel that way. It was Stacy’s brother, you.

Mikey’s heart seems to race faster when you’re around. When your hand seems to slightly graze his. Or the secret glances you two exchange. Everyone was pushing Mikey to Stacy. However, Mikey couldn’t help but think about him. Only him. So, how could he even tell the truth to Stacy, let alone to Draken and Emma? How could he bring himself to tell the girl who’s been loving him that he’s actually in love with her brother? For now, you two have kept your relationship a secret.

We know how Mikey also has this possessive behavior towards the people he loves and cares for. That's why every time you get close to someone else and all he could do is watch, his heart wrench in pain. And, he wants to beat the crap out of any girl who tried to flirt with you, or other guys who tried getting closer to you. All he wants is to hold your hand and be with you, but he's currently stuck with Stacy too. He wants to protect you at all costs, but he's more than aware that you're capable of defending yourself. (After all, this boy taught you the basics of fighting too)

At first, Mikey thought Stacy was the whole definition of love, but she’s just a mere part of it, and it was you who filled his heart with unending contentment even if it meant he had to love you from afar. But, there’s no promise that Mikey didn’t keep. For as long as you’re with him, and no matter how far you two get from each other, he will always love you. Mikey promised that soon enough, he would scream at the top of his lungs and say, “I am in love with Stacy’s brother, and he is mine to keep forever.”

now imagine mikey looking at the person you're with because he's secretly jealous of that person sksksklaskl oooohhh he wants to fight that person asap

#cc's 500 followers event ⌗(́◉◞౪◟◉‵⌗)#mikey x you #mikey x y/n #mikey x reader #mikey headcanon #mikey fluff #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey sano #manjiro sano #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro #manjirou sano x reader #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers

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another-stark-sub · 4 years

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Thank-god-we’re-alive-sex with Tony? Would it be cheeky and giddy or angsty af?

You know, I actually love angsty stuff that leads to fluff, so I’m surprised I’ve never thought of this. 18+ stuff ahead!

The tower was on lockdown. The tower going on lockdown has happened before, and that time the assailants were caught quickly. It was barely ten minutes.

As usual, Tony called you. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m heading to the spare bedroom.”

“Good. I’ll meet you there when this is over.”

“Ok, love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Ten minutes passed, you got nervous. You resisted the urge to pace and started look around for a hiding place. You might need one.

You got updates that the assailants were taking hostages on the lower floors. Some team members, including Tony, were downstairs, freeing the hostages and leading them out. You and others were advised to stay where you were.

Five more minutes passed, and still no word from anyone.

You hid in the closet just in case.

Ten more minutes passed. Your heart was racing, and you kept on taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Some assailants were captured, but there were still some heading upstairs. No word of damage or deaths.

Two more minutes. Communications were down.

You wouldn’t get more updates unless someone fixed communications. You licked your lips. You made sure the emergency suit was in your pocket before retreating deeper into the closet. Feeling around, you found the strategically placed crack and pressed into it.

A room opened up to you, and you quickly closed the secret passageway behind you. You sat down in the corner of the room, right next to the windows and held your knees together.

If you were found, you’d just blast your way out. You checked your watch. It had been 33 minutes since lockdown started.

40 minutes in, you heard scuffling outside. It was too close. Someone was in the bedroom.

You quickly stood up and clasped the necklace around your neck. You pinched the silver chain, ready to deploy your suit if someone came in.

You heard a knock against the hidden doorway. “Honey?”

It sounded like Tony. You stepped forward and waited.

He cleared his throat. “I got blueberries.”

You laughed in relief and opened the passage. Once you saw him, you threw yourself into his arms and hugged him close. “You’re ok,” you said. You pulled back to look at him. He had some scratches and a bit of a broken nose. “Oh my god.” You gently stroked his cheek.

“I’m fine.” His smile was infectious. It almost made you forget that the tower was still on lockdown and that he was was hurt. Almost. After he traced his thumbs over your cheeks, he kissed the side of your head, only to groan because of his nose.

“Tony,” you chastised. You brushed his hair away from his face and-

“Come on, you two. We have to get out of here.” Bucky was adamant.

“Right.” You smiled at Tony and said, “Let’s go.”

You let the two of them lead you. You picked up some other agents and avengers on your way to the roof. Once you got there, Tony took your in his arms and flew off with you.

The flight to the helicarrier was silent. You didn’t even look at the view as you pressed yourself into the armor.

The rest of the day, you went through the motions. Tony got treated for his injuries as you reviewed the reports about the lockdown. Somebody from Budapest really had it out for Clint, Natasha, and Bucky.

It wasn’t until Tony was discharged did he jump you. Outside the medical wing, he had pulled you into a possessive kiss that made you gasp. With the semblance of common sense you had left, you dragged Tony back to your room. It didn’t stop him from occasionally pinning you against the wall and you indulging him for a kiss or two.

When you finally in your room, you immediately took off his shirt. He was busy committing your body to memory. He already had it memorized, but what was the harm in reviewing? His hands slid up and down your body, pressing harder when you sucked on his bottom lip or his tongue.

When he had managed to wrap your thighs around his waist, Tony took off your shirt and ripped your bra off.

“Tony.” Instead of sounding shocked, like you were, it came out as a moan as he continued to suck hickies onto your neck.

Suddenly, your back landed on the bed, and his fingers were shoved down your underwear.

Just like that, you were turned into a whining, little mess, and seeing Tony grind into the mattress as he got your ready for him only heightened your pleasure.

His fingers were rushing. The stretch was a tad uncomfortable but overshadowed by the way his lips met your clit. He was unabashed by the sounds his mouth and fingers made against your folds, and you didn’t hide your begging and pleading. “Tony, please, you’re teasing.”

He took that as his queue. Then, you were full of him, and a delicious groan escaped his lips.

For a few moments, he stayed that, relishing in the feeling of being completely sheathed inside of you. He leaned down, his lips by your ear. Out of breath, he managed to say, “Mine. No one else’s.”

You nodded. “No one else’s.”

Your lips met his, and when he sucked on your tongue, he pulled out to thrust into you.

There were too many sensations to pay attention to. His groands and short breaths, the wet sounds from his dick sliding in and out, the utter heat of it all.

His thrust got faster and faster, and soon he pulled away from kissing you to stare at the place the two of your were connected. That did it for him. He moaned sinfully and buried himself in you.

Feeling him release inside of you had your writhing beneath him. As your clit rubbed against his skin, you found your release and clenched around him.

As you enjoyed your bliss, he began to kiss you everywhere he could, making sure you could ride out your pleasure

And in your post-orgasmic daze, you threaded your fingers through his hair kiss him as much as you could.

“You ok?” he asked you.

You laughed a little. “I should ask you that.”

Taking a deep breath, you finally got a good look at him. The bandage on his nose and the cuts there were starting to heal over. He was the one worse for wear, and yet you could still see the fear in his wide eyes.

“I’m ok,” you told him. You gulped. “I followed the plan. I was ok.”

He nodded and pressed his face into the side of your neck. “I didn’t know where they would go.”

You stroked his back and held him close. “No one could take me away from you. You know that, right?”

Tony laughed. “Got that right.” He dove in for one more kiss before hesitantly separating from you.

The two of you cleaned each other up, gently wiping each other’s skin and kissing the places that were clean.

Not bothering to put on clothes, the two of you snuggled up against each other.

The next day, the two of you would deal with reports and going back to the tower. But for that night, you stayed in each other’s arms, not ready to let the other go.

#tony stark smut #tony stark x reader #tony stark headcanons #tony stark #mcu smut #mcu x reader #mcu headcanons #mcu #smutty saturday

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