#which is an insane take to have while being a fan of the strokes

[albeitinzane]

PLEASEEE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED MY PARTNER TO BE AS INSANE ABOUT THE OH HELLOS AS I AM

Dating app that matches people based off their music tastes

[raphaelsrightarm]

For bayverse turtles head cannons could you do their kinks, like top 3 or top 5 kinks please if you’re comfortable with that? Also love you and your work! 🥰🥰🥰

Long time no see haha I appreciate your patience with me for all this time but here are some of my ideas for them...

I kept most of these gender neutral but there are a few that are gendered a bit more for a female s/o

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY

Leo:

Voyeurism- consensually of course - Leo loves watching you touch yourself, plain and simple. Especially when the two of you first started being intimate. It showed him all the ways you like to be touched, showed him what feels the best to you. The further the two of you go into your relationship, it turns more into him simply loving the way pleasure looks on you. It doesn’t matter if you use your hands or a toy, he loves watching you get yourself ready for him.  

Tantric Sex - He loves intimacy, and he sees sex as a way of really feeling close to you. And yeah sometimes he needs the relief that a good fuck can give, there are nights when he just wants to feel you. To have you wrapped around him, arms looped around his neck to pull him closer  telling him of your adoration for him and him telling you the same. The journey for him can be as satisfying as the destination. 

Edging - This can go both ways for him, he loves both bringing you to brink before denying you, only to continue building you up before he finally makes you cum. But he also loves to do the same to himself, mostly by pleasing you. Whether it’s with his hand or mouth, you’ll notice him slowly stroke himself, never fully giving into his own pleasure until he absolutely can’t take it anymore. He loves to make that high even more intense when he finally chases it.

Bondage - This guy loves control. He also loves this because it shows how much trust you put in him. He sees it as its own unique form of intimacy, to allow him to tie your wrists above your head and to know that he wouldn’t do anything but please you. Afterwards, he always feels closer to you knowing how deep the trust runs between the two of you.

Heels - I’ve always thought he is a fan of legs. Doesn’t matter how thick or thin, short or long, he loves legs. Which is part of the reason he loves to see you in heels so much. They just bring out your legs in a way that drives this poor guy insane. He also secretly loves the sound of heels against the floor

Raph:

Biting/Giving Hickies - He is obsessed with seeing anything on you that marks you as his. He may not be able to be beside you at all times to keep others away, but a nice hickey on the side of your neck would work just fine. He's possessive

Spanking - Because he is an ass man, expect him to be touching the butt, a lot. He loves watching it jiggle after he smacks it and to feel how soft you are under his hands. He may also spank the kitty, if you're down with that of course…

Degradation - This will only happen to the extent that you allow it. Though he would never make fun of your body or anything like that. He loves to call you 'his whore' while he's fucking you so good the only thing you can do is agree (there are also times when he would ask for you to say it yourself).

Thigh-fucking - I'm not gonna lie, this man has an obsession with thick thighs. I'm talking cellulite and stretch marks. He loves all of it. This would be used mostly when the two of you start having sex, because let's be real this guy is PACKING so it'll be best to take things slow. He'll lift your legs up to his shoulders, and you'll cross your ankles together and just watch him get off, bonus points if you tell him how sexy he looks while he does it.

Facials - This one can go along with his obsession with giving you hickies, though this one obvisouly is much more private. He just loves the visual of it all, ya know? Staking his claim, basically. He's a possessive guy, and he tries to tone it down outside the bedroom, but he allows it to come through HEAVILY behind closed doors, and this is one of his favorite ways, by having you on your knees in front of him, his cum traced across your mouth ........

Donnie:

Sex Toys - This can span all the way from vibrators to restraints even, when he has the time to go all out with you he will absoluately take advantage of that if you're down. One of his favorites is to use a vibrator on your clit while he fucks you slow, so slow that it drives you isane, but believe that he'll have you taken care of multiple times before the night is over

Overstimulation - So this can go hand in hand with the passage above, he wants to see how much you can take, and all four of them were blessed with a high sex drive, he can go as many times as you need him to honestly. He loves the nights that leave you in a trembling mess underneath him, your nails digging into his skin with tightly you're holding onto him. It also secretly brings a swelling pride to his chest to know that he's capable of bringing you there

Phone Sex/Nudes - Let's be real this guy gets busy; there are times where he can't see you in person but trust that he won't let that complicate things too much; he loves to hear you say the filthy things you want him to do next time he's with you as he strokes himself, legs spread wide. If you were also comfortable with sending him pictures he would be ALL over that; even has a seperate folder for them that is heavily locked down

Thigh riding - Imagine sitting on his lap in his desk chair, kissing him as his hands roam up and down your body before they land on your hips, guiding them back and forth but not allowing you to go any faster than he wants you to, all the while he's whispering all the things he wants to do to you while you whimper into his ear, pressure building up higher and higher; yeah, he's a fan of this one

Choking - He'll usually only do this when his focus is completely on you, one hand between your legs while the other is squeezing the sides of your throat. Breath play can intensify an orgasm, and he loves watching it race through you even stronger. There are even times when he's alone that he'll do this for himself but you don't find that out unitl later

Mikey:

Praise - This can go either way for him, honestly. He loves to praise you but loves even more to be praised himself. He needs to know how good he's making you feel, and for you to vocalize that to him would only make him want to go even harder. Complimenting his body especially would drive him insane.

Begging - OOOO boy, this one kills him. He loves hearing you ask for what you want, it helps him feel much more confident in whatever it is the two of you do knowing just how badly you need it; also to hear the person he loves beg him to touch them, kiss them, fuck them, it drives him absolutely inSANE

Massages - His love language is touch, so being able to run his hands over your skin is quite possibly his favorite thing to do anyways, but having you laid out before him, whining the longe rhe goes on, though the both of you know he won't be able to deny you for long...

Face-Sitting - This one I feel a bit self explanatory, this guy is a munch, any possible way you let him eat you out he's going to go for it

Semi-public - A secret part of him loves watching you try to stay quiet even when your on the brink of your orgasm. He also enjoys the risk that's involved with possibly getting caught in the act especially when your legs are on his shoulders and all you can do is whisper broken up words begging him to go harder ahdkashdkjaskdfskj

[safetycar-restart]

KINKTOBER DAY 19: OBJECT INSERTION [LANDO NORRIS X READER]

NOTE: This is an NSFW fic with sub!Lando and dom!reader, the fic also writes Lando as a camboy. If you are under 18 or uninterested, scroll past.

This work forms part of a kinktober series where I discuss a different kinky concept with a different motorsports athlete every day. We also discuss the concepts in more detail on my blog so if you have any thoughts, feel free to stop by!

(This takes place in the camboy!au where Lando is a camboy and reader is his real life partner and dom who helps him manage his account and sometimes appear in his lives and videos)

Lando always whines and huffs when you insist that he prep himself properly before he goes live.

Lando is known for his size queen status. He's always fucking himself on the most insane dildos and will use anything and everything. His fans have come to expect it now, and his videos featuring this get millions of views. So obviously he continues to do it.

However, as his partner and his dom, you never ever let him do those streams without him being properly prepped and that he tries whatever he's going to use before he goes live.

And naturally, because Lando is bratty and needy, if you're going to make him do that then you must prep him. You have to.

You pretend to be annoyed, but you always do it, of course.

Which is how you end up with Lando laying on the bed, his knees bent up to his chest with some lube, a few smaller dildos, and the glass bottle Lando intends to fuck himself with on the bed.

You always have to make this a little fun, because he's your sub! You have to make sure he always has a good time.

Lando is in a great mood as you start to stretch him, giggling and asking you what lingerie you think he should wear later as you slowly insert one finger. He begs for more quickly, so you add two fingers and then move on to the dildo.

"Hurry up!!" he whines, trying to wriggle his hips.

You pinch his thigh, telling him to be patient. There's a reason you go about this slowly. He's about to fuck himself with a glass bottle for a good while, and you know he can hurt himself if he isnt properly prepped.

He, of course, does not seem to care about this because to him you are obviously choosing this moment to be mean and team him. Which , no, no you aren't.

"Just let me use the slightly bigger dildo quickly and then we'll get to the bottle," you tell him, slowly removing the first dildo. He pouts, but otherwise stays quiet.

He moans shamelessly when you push in the next dildo, relaxing against the bed like all his strings have been cut. It's his favourite dildo, and you know if you angle it right it will push against his prostate perfectly. You don't do that now though, because you can't make Lando cum now. You have to just stretch him so that he can livestream safely, he can't be coming before the cameras even turn on.

Of course he doesn't care about this right then, because his favourite dildo is in him and he knows you can make it hit his prostate and you aren't!! Very unhappy Lando.

He tries to move his hips to get the dildo where he wants it but you press your arm over his hips quickly to hold him down.

"You know you can't come now," you tell him, shaking your head when he pouts.

Eventually you remove that dildo and then it's time to test out the glass bottle. You put a healthy amount of lube on it, and then gently press it against lando's rim. He lets out a few stuttering breaths and you stroke his thigh to hopefully calm him down.

He relaxes and the bottle slowly enters him. The sigh he lets out is almost sinful.

"Feel so full," he mumbles, turning his head to hide his face in the pillow.

You put a little lube on his cock and stroke it slowly, just to give him another sensation to focus on while he gets used to the bottle. Eventually he starts to whine and wriggle, trying to get the bottle to move and you know it's time.

You don't do much, just move it slowly in and out a few times to make sure he can do it.

"Okay," you tell him, "I think you're good to go."

As you expected, Lando whines, "Can't you just fuck me?" he asks.

You laugh, reminding him that he has a scheduled live stream and that you just prepped him for it.

After two more grumbles, he gets up, taking the glass bottle with him and mumbling something about demanding cuddles and a hand job later as he walks to his filming room.

Little shit.

[toxycodone]

genital headcannons for :

Falin

Laios

Chilchuck

Toshiro

Namari

Venery

Thistle

Falin definitely has a penis, I think hers is probably the biggest out of Laios' party? Namari definitely packs, I would let her peg me for hours omg..... she could ruin me. Ermmm.. Chilchuck probably has a big cock for a halfling, he's fucking TALL !!!! bro has to be packing something. Also shaved or not shaved... Namari body hair everywhere OMG I need her to shove my face into her bush I need to smell her. Sorry I'm being a little too straight (? I am a man but this feels gay idk) ... anyway chil, Namari, and Falin are unshaved, full bush down there. I feel like Toshiro at his best keeps everything trimmed !! but when he can't even shave his face when he's at his lowest... bro wouldn't have the energy to take care of it. Hmm and then Laios could be either way..?? We know he shaves his face and keeps his hair short bc he doesn't wanna look like his dad, but would he even think of shaving his pubes????? Idk. Wait is this a weird thing to think about? Oh wait do elves grow body hair??? I feel like thistle would have some body hair if it's possible, I feel like they can't... unless my DND 5e knowledge is getting mixed with uhmmm. What is it called... DUNGEON MESHI I think I'm starting to dissociate I'm going to stop typing lmfao

FALIN - GIRLCOCK. Whether you are a trans!Falin fan or what, in my eyes after the red dragon thing. She gets girl cock. I can see this as either like, a penis or like T-dick. Whatever you decide. But whatever it is her situation is definitely unique. Also she got a bush frfr

Laios - COCK. (I am also a trans!Laios fan so like. He can have anything in his pants it don’t matter imma eat it but usually when I write him it’s cock). His dick is as painfully average as he is. Not crazy length wise but he got some girth to it. I’m thinking like. 5 inches frfr. Maybe 6 but that’s generous imo. No manscaping just vibes he’s full bush down there. And body hair on his chest/legs/arms and around his groin

Chilchuck - OKAY. His dick is probably like more similar to an average tallman penis. Which is remarkable considering he’s like half their size. I’m gonna give him four inches and he’s breaking other halflings in half with it but with other races. He’s learned how to use it. Chilchuck is a real one. Light on body hair, but would keep it tidy when he’s not in the dungeon (I think he likes to manscape and like. Appreciate himself in the mirror lol)

Toshiro - He is ALL length and so embarrassed about it. (Def afraid he’s gonna hurt you.) He could learn to love it with a supportive partner though. I think for a while he’s rocking bush because like, yknow. That stuff isn’t really talked about…but he figured it out for himself that when he takes his time and shaves and stuff after a anything or whatever he’ll do some trimming down there because he likes the neatness. I like to think he grows body hair but it’s not super dark for some reason (besides on his face people get jealous at the beard he can grow)

Namari - SHE IS JUST LIKE ME I GET HER VIBE SO WHAT IM SAYING HERE IS CANON: SHE HAS CRAZY PUSS BUT IS ALWAYS ROCKING THE STRAP. Namari doesn’t let anyone fuck her hole unless they’re in a committed relationship (she does not play about that either if you insert anything in her sex is over). Insane with the strap too. She’s someone I can genuinely see breaking the bed with her strokes. Also she’s got body hair for days. Like other Dwarf women she can grow a beard too but she usually shaves. (Namari with stubble…I’m bout to go feral.)

Venery - Started off with a human vagina. Now it’s some weird mix between that + hyena + dragon cock. I think he’s canonically intersex due to the ancient magic. But he’s happy about it. Also UHHHHHH…..HE LAYS EGGS. JS.

Thistle - Okay Thistle is so trans to me I think he gives himself top surgery when he’s getting older with ancient magic. He leaves the downstairs area alone because he’s fine with just presenting masc that’s good enough for him. Very low body hair he just sits in the middle of gender ambiguous for REAL.

[angel-munson]

warnings: 18+ smut, mostly just teasing, handcuffs, masturbation, eddie being a cocky shithead

summary: eddie refuses to fuck you until you make yourself cum on your fingers while he watches and cheers you on. based on this tiktok

"here's what's gonna happen: i'm gonna watch. you're gonna play. i'm gonna speak. and you...you are going to be a good girl. a good girl."

[.5k]

The cool metal dug into one of your wrists as you wriggled around. Eddie's breath feathering your skin as he clicked the other handcuff to the headboard was driving you insane. A whine escaped you as he backed away, taking in the sight of you, naked and wanting him.

He finally removed his checkered boxers as you pleaded Eddie, please. His dick was painfully hard, tip red and leaking as he wrapped his hand of rings around the base. He groaned as he gave a few slow upstrokes, gazing at you handcuffed to the bed. Your neck and chest were littered with purple patches where he'd nipped and teased for hours.

"Here's what's gonna happen," Eddie spoke to you, voice thick with sensual rasp. He moved to meet you at the bed's edge.

"You're gonna play," he looked down to where the slim fingers of your free hand had already wandered between the folds, slick with arousal. He hummed on a pleasured groan.

"And I'm gonna watch you."

You bit down on your lower lip at the sight of him standing above you. His veined length was thick and pink, and you needed it to be stretching you out now. Pitiful little mewls arose from you as your glazed eyes trailed up his body. Dark curls pointed the way up to his toned stomach and chest. The black ink on his skin made you desperate for sinning.

When you caught his gaze, he was looking at you hungrily. The irises were dark beneath fanning lashes with pupils blown wide. The pink on his flushed cheeks was the same shade of his tongue, the tip of which washed over his plumped lower lip as he stroked his cock with a greedy hand. Holding his honey eyes, you dipped a finger inside your slit with a whine.

"Eddie, please," you begged with a gasp. "N-need it-fuck-please!"

"Ah, ah, ah. You have to make yourself cum," Eddie breathed. "Then I'll give you what you want."

The tall male moved closer to you and brought one knee to rest on the mattress. He braced himself on the headboard with one hand and took hold of your chin with the other. His calloused thumb brushed your lower lip until your mouth parted, then the digit slid inside for you to suck on.

"And you," he chuckled lowly from the depths of his chest. Your pupils were the size of dinner plates as you suckled mindlessly on his thumb. The handcuffs rattled as you pulled at them, trying to get closer. You were aching for him, your freed hand clawing at his chest in need. Eddie removed his finger from your kiss-bruised lips with a pop!

"You're gonna be a good girl."

He brought his hips forward until his bulging head nudged your swollen peak. A pathetically desperate whimper left you as you wriggled beneath his muscular body. He pressed in enough to slip between your sopping pussy lips, leading you to throw your head back and moan wantonly.

"Your good girl," you spilled, wrecked and writhing. Eddie pulled back and gestured with his head for you to start.

"Yes, that's right baby." His eyes were aflame with lust, stuck on your sex as your red fingernails landed on your puffy clit.

"My good girl."

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[minimarvelh]

It was Friday, so that meant only one thing: movie night!

They set up on the Avengers floor, Nat brought everyone popcorn while Clint and Sam fought for a spot in the middle. (like always)

Peter didn't care about the spot , he was going to lie down where Tony sat with his head on his lap as the man will gently stroke his hair. It was their routine and he fucking LOVE it.

Tony always chose a place in the corner - he didn't care if someone was looking at them, but he wanted some privacy, cherishing their moments of affection and didn't have desire to share them, especially not in front of everyone in the room. Was he jealous? He didn’t know but hey, everyone is a bit jealous and has attachment issues, right?

After a few minutes, they finally settled down and their show choice was unsurprisingly Doctor Who.(thanks to Gen Z teen Peter Parker, who is always looking edits on TikTok and sending them to Tony, who is considering his preferences)

While Clint and Nat were discussing something about the movie's collusions, Bruce and Tony were cogently discussing the reality of magical things in the show.

Peter really fought for his life and tried not to fall asleep, feeling that it was quite a strenuous task for his body. He was really tired after his last patrol(three robberies in row I’m sorry???), and besides, it was a Friday night. He really relish this night with the Avengers, but the school managed to get on his nerves in the last 5 days. And Tony's methodical, quiet voice lulled him, forcing to close his eyes.

Peter sighed heavily fighting the sleep Cupid when he felt the ringing vibration of his phone in his left pants pocket. Today, Ned has a family evening, vague remembered Peter, and he wholeheartedly promised his friend to be his life support and be online in case of some emergency. Unfortunately, Ned's parents divorced and the boy was naturally very anxious, so it was very hard for Ned to process all of that. Especially when his parents were fighting, which happened quite very often, especially when they were in the same room. Peter had seen it before and didn't want to see it again, sympathizing with a friend who goes through it more often than he should.

Peter very reluctantly took out his phone, squinting at the harsh light of the screen. On the screen of their chat with Ned, a bright link to the browser was highlighted. He cocked an eyebrow skeptically, for some unknown reason tapping on a link that should never have opened in his browser because it looked too suspicious and maybe it has viruses. But remembering that Ned was a fucking computer genius and wouldn't give his phone viruses…hopefully, maybe thing that Peter did or rather didn’t do, to speak exactly 3 days ago forgotting about their lego evening, was not left behind for Ned and he decided to take revenge with viruses)

"What are your chances of being Tony Stark's son?"

He snorted, immediately covering his mouth, from such a stupidly worded question. Like, the chance of anyone becoming Tony Stark's son is about 0.00001%. Genius loves and protects his personal space too much and even if we assume that one day he will have a kid (because in Peter's not modest opinion, Tony would be a great father), it will be his biological child, not an adopted one. That is, everyone's chances are approximately one to infinity. (although Peter always knew physics poorly and was more into chemistry, so an error in calculations is possible)

It was just an online fan quiz for probably those other geeks and fan nerds who were willing to kiss the ground Tony Stark walks on. (aka Peter)

But the site surprisingly showed interesting statistics with an insane number of views and if they were not just bots, it was really impressive. 101,678 people passed the quiz. Peter was ready to whistle if he was not afraid to get the unnecessary at this situation attention from the Avengers. He weighed all his options, cautiously peeking out from under the phone to see if any of the Avengers were paying attention to him. The observations were comforting: everyone was staring at the screen of TV with strong interest.

Peter just became curious: how well he really fits the role of Tony Stark's son, according to the creators of the test.

In fact, to be really honest, this question had a really long time make Peter worried: from the very moment he began to notice that his relationship with Tony was growing from blind adoration of an idol to adoration of him as a person, as his mentor, as one of the closest people in his life.

Ned knew this, saw Peter's distress and tried to reassure his friend, promising and even swearing to him with all his Lego sets that Tony also saw Peter as his son.

"Lol, he works with you until night doing stupid projects for our school, goes to parent-teacher conferences and builds Legos on the weekends, do you really think he treats every intern or avenger like that?"

"Maybe he just likes building Lego sets" Peter asks uncertainly, wringing his hands in alarmingly energetic way.

"Okay You didn’t give me another choice…I'll have to hack F.R.I.D.A.Y to find footage of Tony building Legos with Steve or Wanda.But I can tell you even without hacking: there won't be any. And I wonder why…"

Thinking about his actions for another second, Peter presses "start".

1. Imagine that you had the opportunity to choose your evening activity (who formulates the question like that?) What would you do with Tony Stark?

Peter noticed how Tony tightened his grip on his hair as if trying to pull him as close to him as possible. Probably something disturbing happened in the series, but he had a more serious question to think about.

Surprising himself, he took this question very earnest, mentally asking himself: "What could we do in the evening with Mr. Stark". There are a lot of answers: from a marathon of Scooby-Do to a hide and seek with dum-e.(don’t judge them, dum-e really deserves to play games too)

Therefore, Peter decided to focus on the answer options presented in the quiz itself.(very awful decision, really)

a) jointly come up with innovations for Stark Industries

b) talk about science

c) order dinner from a restaurant and eat

d) cook dinner yourself and watch the series together

Of all this, Peter was leaned more on the answers b c and d, which they usually combined. Coming up with innovations for Stark Industries was usually done between other engineers and Stark, who then shared ideas with Peter. Because Peter was more into chemistry and biology than physics, he sometimes didn't understand the innermost technologies and found it difficult to develop something genius between patrols and school. That's why Stark usually just brainstormed with Peter.

There was not one perfect answer, but remembering that in fact they always order food from restaurants... After thinking a little more, Peter tapped on this answer, feeling excitement mixed with anxiety.

And what if he does not fit the role of his son?

2. What present would you give Tony for his birthday?

• Phone • Suit • something for the house •

None of this was suitable answer at all: the only thing that came close was something for the house: the old man's penthouse used to be too dark, but now with the help of him and Pepper and the "something for the house" it was much more cozy, 10 blankets and 23 stuffed toys form Star Wars along with 13 vanilla candles obviously did the good job.

Phone..who came up with this test? Giving a phone to the number 1 phone manufacturer in the world?!? Tony has a billion suits. Peter personally preferred when Tony walked in his home clothes (he even a little bit hated suit- it was not the same hugs as in the hoodies - why can't we all go to the meetings or school in pajamas??)

Peter, remembering how Tony promised to buy him a Guinea pig for 4 months anniversary "returning in time after patrol" and wanted to choose some answer like pets but there was any so he stopped at "something for the house" because the question was “for Tony”.

3. "Would you try to pass this test if Tony were not a playboy genius but just an ordinary person?" Yes No

Peter honestly doesn't know…Of course Peter doesn't love Tony for his money, not at all…he loves him for the sense of safeness he constantly feels around him, for the hugs and long deep conversations, for the time they spend together and the warmth that Stark radiates.

He pressed "yes" without the slightest conscience.

The next 10 minutes were spent in serious concentration, pondering over the questions of this stupid test, which for some reason he took too important.

Confidently clicking "yes" on the last, 25th question, the screen crackled and gave him the answer.

"Thank you for passing our quiz, but unfortunately you would not be able to become Tony Stark’s son", Peter accidentally said this out loud in a very tragic voice without noticing it.

“You know you don't have to pass tests to be my son", the man’s serious voice made Peter almost shudder. God, did he really say that out loud? Please bury him somewhere for the rest of his life , he is not ready to face Nat, Cling, Steve and obviously Tony after a moment of shame.

A snoring was heard from the other end of the sofa, and turning his eyes to the direction of the snoring, Peter saw the sleeping Sam, Nat, Steve and…well, everyone. He couldn't even tell who snorted, they were cuddling in such tightness (but he'd bet on Clint) . Turning his eyes above, Tony looked at him warmly and at the same time seriously, wanting this kid to understand it.

"You know this kiddo? " Peter smiled happily, blushing a little.

"Yes, dad ."

[alexrosekey]

Oh boy, this is gonna be my longest submission for the @hprecfest to date. Buckle up my friends, the road ahead will be teary with little to no sunshine and rainbows. HEA is not guaranteed, though one has a little more hopeful ending than the others (I'll let you guess which one 👀)

I take absolutely no responsibility for the possible heartache you feel after reading my recs.

*Most of the fics below are rareships , all but the first one.

1. Seven Minutes by starkidsftw (T, 60,588, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy)

They say after you die, your brain stays alive for seven minutes. And in those seven minutes, you live your entire life over again. When Draco Malfoy's seven minutes arrived, he did relive his life: his experiences, his mistakes, his memories. But most importantly, he relived being with her. He relived hating her, loving her, and then ruining it forever.

A Dramione 6th year AU, how typical. But my breath was taken away with how beautiful and poetic the writing was, how in-character both Draco and Hermione were as well as how believable their journey from enemies to lovers was.

This fic is Draco-centric, though the romance is one of the key parts in it. Seven Minutes explored Draco's thoughts and actions throughout the fateful sixth year at Hogwarts with great care and consideration, never shying away from the more unsavory aspects of his personality unlike many Hogwarts Dramione fics.

Draco, through the exceptional crafting of the author, appeared as both sympathetic and pathetic, yet very human and understandable.

After reading it the first time, I immediately reread it while listening to Dumbledore's Farewell OST, crying my eyeballs out.

The author of this one has several much more popular Dramione fics and in fact has an ao3 account, but SM remains one of the finest Dramione fic I've ever read.

*This fic could be put under the prompts of Day 5: A non-AO3 fic, Day 8: A canon-divergence fic, Day 21: A thought-provoking fic and Day 28: An under-rated fic.

2. Beauty and the Beast by @metalomagnetic (M, 21,209, Bellatrix Lestrange/Voldemort)

Whenever Voldemort sees beauty, he wants to destroy it. Bellatrix Black endures.

As I said to dear @metalomagnetic on Discord: "Your fic destroyed me." Who would have thought that one day, I would read a Bellamort fic, getting choked up over their tragic tale at work?

Through the masterful stroke of the author, Bellatrix Lestrange became much more multidimensional and fascinating. More than just a sadistic and insane femme fatale, Bella in BatB loved strongly, felt deeply and had had her heart broken. She was devoted to what she believed in, in this case her freedom to live outside of the strict Pureblood ideals for women, and Voldemort.

Voldemort, as always, shined in the hands of metalomagnetic. He was absolutely unapologetic, unhinged, with wrapped views and formidable presence. To witness his spiral downward first hand was both tragic and mesmerizing.

So please, if you could get over your misgivings about JK's terrible portrayal of Bellamort in canon (and *cough* CC *cough*), give this fic a try. You won't regret it.

(If you're a fan of Tom Riddle/Voldemort like me or a fan of canon-accurate Sirius Black, I highly recommend you to check out metalomagnetic's other fics 😉)

*This fic could be put under the prompts of Day 6: An unreliable narrator fic, Day 7: A canon-compliant fic and Day 9: A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3).

3. Tiveden by NoFootprintsInSand (M, 1,594, Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle | Voldemort)

Hope tastes like copper.

There's a reason why despite not rereading this fic for a while now, I could still remember everything in it vividly. Two people got stranded together in the middle of nowhere is a common trope. But this fic went above and beyond to deliver one of the most agonizing and sorrowful twist to it.

To quote one of the comments: He had nothing to live for and she had everything to die for. Like the summary, this fic left a bitter, coppery aftertaste on your tongue after reading.

*This fic could be put under the prompt of Day 1: A favorite fic under 5k and Day 8: A canon-divergence fic.

4. I Think I Know Enough of Hate (1,392) and This Living Hand, Now Warm and Capable (1,287) by NoFootprintsInSand (M, Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy)

Hermione and Lucius and the prelude to battle.

and

Hermione and Lucius and the aftermath of battle.

Just getting into Lumione since July, but whenever I'm in the mood for a good punch in the gut, I would immediately go to these two oneshots.

NoFootprintsInSand is a master in weaving beautifully haunting and bittersweet tales, and these two are no exception.

The tragedy that is the corrupted British Wizarding Society as well as the pain of a hollow existence, of pointless conflicts and never-ending power struggle, all portrayed phenomenally through the short, sharp paragraphs and sentences.

Lucius and Hermione's relationship was both twisted and tragic, filled with so much desire and contempt, both for each other and for themselves. Yet there was something more underneath, something speak of love and concern but at the same time not. Whatever it was, it made them cling to one another, wrapping up in a tangle of love and hate and obsession.

Each word and phrase were designed for maximum emotional effect, so unforgettable and effective that shook you to the core. The ambiguity of the fic's context added to the desperate and melancholic vibe of the oneshots.

The stories left so much up to interpretation that I've decided to write an AU WIP to explore them more on my own! (with the permission from the og writer)

*These fics could be put under the prompts of Day 1: A favorite fic under 5k, Day 8: A canon-divergence fic, and Day 9: A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3).

All 5 fics in this list can also be put under the prompt of Day 17: A fic that made you cry.

As always, happy reading, and see ya next year 💋

In the meantime, check out my rec list for other days.

Day 13: A fic with over 100k words

Day 16: A fic that made you laughed

Day 19: Fic with the hottest smut

Day 22: An unfinished fic (hasn't updated in 10 years or the author stated it has been abandoned)

[lovechrissturniolo]

I've always dreamed of...

- part 2 -

Fan meets Chris S. / fanfiction

contains: mention of alcohol (moderate), kissing, making out, sexual tension

Vicky sat on Chris' lap while they kissed passionately and their touch became more and more intense.

His hands wandered over the bare back under her shirt, Vicky tousled his already messy hair and grabbed his upper arm full of desire for more.

Chris tried to control himself - it had been a really long time since he had been intimate with a woman and he wanted nothing more than to rip her clothes off and feel her naked body. But he had some doubts.

"Wait..." he pressed out with great difficulty and looked into her shining eyes. Vicky looked at him lovingly - she was almost sure what he wanted to say.

As he struggled for words, she spoke her guess. "We're not going further than that?"

Chris smiled uncertainly, but looked a little relieved. "Yes, I think so..." he mumbled, leaning back into the sofa and continuing with a sigh: "I'm not convinced at all though..."

Vicky laughed - he looked so cute sitting there, not knowing what to say. "That's okay. I thought so!"

"Really?" he asked, frowning.

"Yes." Vicky confirmed, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. "There'd be more rumors on the internet if you were the type of guy to sleep with random fans all the time..."

"Okay, first of all: That's right, I'm not!" He put his hands on her hips and pulled her a little closer. "Secondly, you're clearly not any fan, otherwise you wouldn't be here and stuff... and third: I can hardly tell you how much I want more right now!"

In confirmation, he kissed her tenderly and slowly, stroking her thighs over the fabric of her jeans. "What are your concerns?" Vicky asked sympathetically.

"I don't want to take advantage of the situation, you know? We had a few cocktails, we just met... Maybe you just think you want it and actually don't..."

"Oh believe me, I definitely want that!" Vicky smirked mischievously and bit her lower lip. "But being this close to you is already the best thing that's ever happened to me, so-"

She shrugged slightly and kissed him again. "I'm totally okay with whatever you say."

Chris blushed a little - feeling ridiculously flattered by her words - and returned her kiss passionately. He was really torn as to what he should do.

"I never thought I'd ever even meet you!" Vicky whispered. "If you want me to go, I'll go! Either way, this will be the most wonderful day of my life forever!"

"I don't want you to go," Chris said quickly. "It's more... I don't know how to say it..."

"You really don't have to explain anything! As a passionate long-term fan, I know what goes on on the internet and why you have to be careful! I have your trust to be here, which is already insanely awesome."

The more Vicky showed understanding, the less Chris wanted her to leave.

"What if we just go to bed and you stay the night?" he asked shyly, feeling a little weird as he said it. "That would be great!" Vicky replied warmly.

They stood up and Chris led her by the hand to the stairs. "My room is..." he was about to explain.

"Downstairs?" she added accidentially too fast and he realized that Vicky probably knew where his room was from the vlogs.

"Oh my god, sorry! No more creepy fan vibes, I promise!" she added, embarrassed and covered her mouth. "Here-" Vicky threw her handbag onto the couch. "Phone stays upstairs..."

"You're not creepy!", he laughed, to her relief. "It's just the most bizarre situation I've ever been in!" Chris intuitively eyed her up and down and moistened the lower lip with his tongue.

"But I can handle it..." he added with a husky voice, which instantly brought back the sexual tension between them.

"Do you mind if I use your shower real quick?" Vicky as they entered his room. "Not a bit..." Chris replied, placing a few soft kisses on her neck.

⬅️ more

[ghostvalley2]

fuck it axel's ocs 101 post

Callum Wall (he/him): Middle aged human who’s been making a living raiding dungeons for an amount of time. He’s getting too old and sore to be doing it really but he’d rather pull his own eyes out than retire so he hires a small team to help him even though he loathes every second of it. Wants nothing more than to go back to working alone and it shows. Constantly. If he hadn’t put the team together in the first place his ass would Not be the leader because he’s a cantankerous grump with 0 rizz who continuously forgets that the others also have feelings. #1 fan of daggers and expensive-looking things.

Simeon Wall (it/its): Callum’s weird half-elf half sibling who's like if a 70s punk was in high fantasy. Shares Callum’s general resentment for. most stuff but actually went to take direct action about it in the form of rebelling against the government when possible and publicly performing songs with heavily political lyrics that regularly get it arrested while Callum, who is definitely not jealous of him at all, rots in the dungeon. CEO of blending elf and human culture in its lifestyle and presentation in a way that makes traditionalists hate it viscerally. 

Krezwald Fitzkorb (he/they): Dwarf teenager definitely grown up adult, he swears. Got the job despite being the dwarf equivalent of fourteen because Calllum has Small Villager Who’s Never Met Anyone Who’s Not Like Him Racism Disease and doesn’t know any better. Only friend is his great axe. Extremely social and cheerful but somehow still has 0 rizz so his only friend is his great axe. When Callum inevitably finds out he’s a child he tries to sack him about it  and Krezwald tries to prove he’s still useful by (checks notes) trying to engage the rest of the team in brutal combat, which goes about as well as you’d expect.

Penrose Featherheart (ae/he): High elf healer stroke bard stroke illusionist hired mainly for healing purposes. Nepo baby from an insanely rich family who boasts about it constantly, though his ego took a bit of a kicking when he was expelled from his posh university for mental breakdown reasons. He has Not told his family this because he’s a lying liar who lies (and knows he would be disowned). A foppish drama queen who couldn’t shut up if you paid him and wears so much jewellery you can hear it. 

Maridor (he/him, surname pending): Cringefail wizard who experienced the torment of normal human emotion a few too many times and decided to deal with it by trading all his emotions for extra power. Quickly realised hmm whoops that wasn’t the brightest idea maybe but at least he has cool explosion magic now! Can now just about get through life with tricks like “pretending to be normal” and “extremely strict routine so that his body doesn’t pack in thanks to his now non-existent interoception”.

[peemanne]

Disco Elysium Review: REACTION SPEED [Medium: Success] - "Uhm... Uh..."

wow hey that's not yakuza is it wowzers wowza

Yeah the game was like, really really really good so I really wanted to write something about it. Haven't done anything in a while I have to be honest so that's another reason for me to thank this game. Thank you, game

This review contains MINOR SPOILERS (but they're all out of context so honestly uhhhh you should be fine)

Reviewed on May 29, 2024. Last completed on May 26, 2023

Completed on PC

Rating: 10/10 (5 Stars)

Disco Elysium fans be like: "Oh, damn! Good thing I stocked up on healing items and quicksaved earlier! There's a really tough paragraph ahead!" It's me. I'm Disco Elysium fans.

It's hard for me to try to properly put into words how much I adore everything about this game. Every little detail, every single aspect, each and every one of those 1.2 million words in the script combine to grab you by the hand and wisp you away into its world.

This game's writing is seriously just something else. It's beautiful when it needs to be. Disturbing and haunting at times. Its comedic timing is perfect when it wants to. It's utterly heartbreaking when the time comes. The characters are all memorable, with even the seemingly insignificant side characters carrying with them bottomless depth. The amnesiac we play as oozes personality out of every alcohol-stained crevice, and carries himself through no matter which path you decide to take. Your inner monologue with your "stats" talking to you was a stroke of genius, and it does so much to inject life into every little thing you do. From hyping you up to sing karaoke, to telling you to lick spilled spirits on a table, to composing yourself to take a vital shot at an adversary, to trying to convince an old war vet to surrender their sandwich. Every little thing you do is painted before your very eyes, and you get to appreciate all of its stunning writing even more with the whole experience being fully voice-acted. Seriously, the prose in here is insane. Really inspires an idiot hobbyist like me.

And haha yeah I really enjoyed playing through this book alright alright, but I really must stress that Disco Elysium makes FULL use out of the game portion of "Computer Role Playing Game". The gameplay elements do an amazing job of bringing everything together. Your skills dictate which ones influence you the most, and which ones you're gonna hear from, further influenced by whatever ridiculous outfit you end up wearing. Not only is the skill system a great way to illustrate to the player their skills returning to them after the whole amnesia thing, but this does a lot to separate each playthrough from the last. One playthrough you'll have Encyclopedia inform you on some awesome fun facts about the chair you're sitting on, as you make use of Drama to crack open the man you're interviewing like a can. In the very next, you'll have Half-Light tell you to sucker punch a child who called you a homophobic slur. You experience the lives of almost entirely different men every time you hit "NEW GAME", despite most of the major points of the story remaining the same (and obviously the fact that you're still playing the same actual guy). But the biggest strength of the gameplay is how expertly it weaves everything together. It feels like even the smallest, most insignificant of checks will come back later to influence your next course of action. Lifted some weights in front of your partner to maybe show off a little earlier? Now you get a +2 advantage on your roll if you want to do a 360 spin kick on the head of a beefed-up racist guard. Messed up a pickup line really badly on a girl you met just after waking up? Ah, that's gonna be a -2 when you're trying to keep yourself composed when her name happens to get thrown in during an interrogation. The game will remember everything you say and do, no matter how insignificant it may seem at first. Even your check fails can open up new paths for you to take. I found myself not save-scumming as often as I thought I would, simply because messing things up would sometimes give me much funnier results than if I just succeeded as normal. I didn't find myself doing what I did for some arbitrary good or bad ending to aim for, I found myself doing what I felt like I would do. No, I found myself doing everything based on what I felt like my character would do, which might be the ultimate win for any RPG.

Most of all, Disco Elysium is a deeply human experience. This isn't a power fantasy where you play some untouchable god amongst men, you play as a broken, alcoholic man who drank so hard he can't remember what money is. Even with your physical skills as high as you can make them, the game makes it abundantly clear that you're still out of shape. Even if you're playing the whole thing sober, its characters still point out that you've downed barrels before and that you could probably break at a moment's notice. Even with Composure and Volition in your corner, keeping you up and letting you open your eyes every morning, you'll still get your heart broken again and again as memories start to resurface. And I love how the side cases never feel like lower-effort detours, but rather supplement your character, like you're simply walking through life. At one moment you'll be talking to your distractingly gaudy tie, and the next you'll try to talk a guy who yells "HARD-CORE!" at the top of his lungs whenever you approach him into becoming a communist. One second you'll repeat the same sentence over and over in front of an important ambassador like a broken record as your skills try to get you working normally again, and the next you'll try your best to tell a woman her husband's been found dead. And this game isn't afraid to get ugly: there are some downright horrific things showcased in its plot.

But after all of it, you get back up again. Your partner extends a hand to you. You put the bottle down and stretch your arms. Despite everything that's been thrown at you, every thought that's raced through your head, every rock thrown at your body, you keep living. It's a new day, and you've got a damn case to solve.

Sunrise, Parabellum.

[what-if-queen-camilla]

Chapter 10

Foreword:

Thank you all sooo much for all your comments and feedback! That really is the best motivation and I'm always happy to try and take your suggestions into account on the next chapters... Can't wait to hear your thoughts on this one as things are getting serious now...

04th August 1987 - Part 1

Middlewick House, Wiltshire

Sighing Camilla rolled to her left side in order to check the time, at least for the 30th time that night: Quarter past midnight. Gosh, she was tired. She hadn't slept properly in more than two weeks: it had been some hot and humid past weeks, not even the nights had brought a cool down, and being heavily pregnant that awful heat made her struggle even more. They had sent Tom and Laura to Dorset to stay with Annabel and Simon and spend some time with their cousins while Andrew had agreed to stay with her until the birth and the baby was due every day now. Thank goodness, Camilla thought, tenderly stroking her meanwhile huge bump. It really was high time now, especially with these insane temperatures it really wasn't fun being pregnant anymore. So far she had been blessed with a happy and healthy pregnancy, the little girl had been developing and growing excellently and she was expecting a smooth and easy birth, hopefully sooner rather than later. She couldn't wait to hold her daughter in her arms, neither could Charles, though she was concerned about whether he could really manage to be in her life as "just Sir", a family friend, like he was for Tom and Laura, who adored him, or whether it was going to break his heart at some point. Officially, Andrew was going to be her father, all rights and responsibilities included. With the publication of Queen Elizabeth II's list of birthday honours, she had at least realised what had led Andrew to change his mind about the whole thing. She didn't believe for a second that there wasn't a "connection" between this and his appointment, not only as a Colonel but also as a Silver Stick in Waiting to Her Majesty The Queen, but she had decided not to ask questions. For the moment, she was just grateful for her husband's support, though she was worried about whether he would ever be able to really accept the little one and show her at least a little bit of love, as everything else would not only be cruel but also suspicious. With twelve and nine years old respectively, Tom, and especially Laura, who was particularly attentive and sensitive, were old enough to notice if something wasn't right and the last thing she wanted was to burden her children with anything. They had both been excited and overjoyed when they had told them that they were going to be a big brother (again) and sister, though Tom had seemed a bit disappointed at first that it wasn't a boy but he had meanwhile come to terms with it and Laura had taken her responsibilities as a big sister very seriously from the beginning, had helped her preparing and decorating the nursery for the little one and gathered together hundreds of her own, beloved cuddly toys, dolls and children's books so that her little sister would have everything she needed right from the start. The only critical moment had been when she had suggested that the baby should be named Diana, after the beautiful Princess of Wales, of whom she, like probably every little girl across the United Kingdom, was a huge fan. Camilla had however convinced her that that might not be a good idea as it would probably confuse Sir and Laura had agreed and eventually they had decided on Theodora, a beautiful Greek name with the even more beautiful meaning "gift from God", which had Andrew rolling his eyes at first but since Laura loved it so much, especially as it rhymed her own name, he had finally given his approval as well. Charles, of course, had been delighted, had he been the one to suggest the name in the first place, because of its meaning and because of his own Greek blood and passion for the country and its mythology. For the middle name, they had decided on Sonia, after her beloved grandmother who had sadly died last year. Her parents had been over the moon with the prospect of being grandparents once more, and her brother Mark couldn't wait to be an uncle for the sixth time either. Sometimes she was so over the moon that she almost forgot that her baby wasn't Andrew's and she kept praying that the little one was not going to resemble her real father in any way.

Suddenly Camilla felt an enormous wave of pain going through her lower body; she had been having these terrible false contractions for a couple of days now but surely time hadn’t come yet. She had had two babies, she knew how it felt. She tried to breathe calmly and, thank goodness, the pain faded after a few moments. She closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep, when suddenly another wave of pain hit her, this time so bad that she couldn't breath for a couple of seconds. Damn, was that really only false labour? When the pain had faded again, she carefully got up and slowly walked around in the darkness. Perhaps she had just laid in an odd position and it would disappear if only she… "Oh…", she winced as the next wave hit her and forced her to lean against the wall as she was hardly able to stand through it. "Fuck!", she hissed, trying to fight back tears. God, she had forgotten just how painful it was to have a baby. Perhaps she should wake up Andrew, just in case things were going to get faster than expected. Her husband’s bedroom was at the other side of the house and she had to stop for three more labour contractions while making her way through the long corridor on the first floor and she was super relieved when she finally reached the door. Before she knocked on it, she took a few seconds and said a quiet little prayer to thank the Lord for everything that Andrew had been doing for her recently. Yes, he hadn’t always been the best husband and hadn’t always treated her the way she had wished for but the way he’d been supporting her over the last few months, the fact that he had agreed to have this baby with her, be a father for the little one, and even now, was here, with her, not at another fancy party in London but with her, to look after her and be there in case… before she could finish her thoughts, she was hit by another contraction that almost brought her on her knees and she didn’t even have to knock the door anymore; Andrew had woken up by himself, switched on his nightlight and, randomly following an instinct, got up to find his wife on the floor in front of his bedroom, tears in her eyes, and obviously in heavy pain. “Milla!”, he almost screamed in concern and rushed over to her, kneeled down beside her, trying to supervise the situation. “What’s the matter?” “It’s going so fast…”, she moaned breathlessly, when another wave of pain yerked through body. “Shit!”, Andrew exclaimed, slightly overwhelmed. “Okay, okay… um… fine. We should get ourselves ready and get you to the hospital!”, he added, trying to help her up again when she was hit by another heavy contraction, digging her nails so tightly into his shoulders that he started to bleed. “God Milla!”, he sighed in pain but before he could even think any further, she looked at him, her eyes as wide as a football pool. He looked down and saw a little puddle: her water had broken. "Fuck. Um, okay, Milla, don't worry. We don't have to change our clothes, let me just quickly get the car keys and we're off immediately …" "Andy!", she interrupted him anxiously, once more painfully digging her nails into his flesh, looking at him in panic. "We're not going anywhere. We don't have time. The baby's coming…"

[loksthegreat]

tell me about your most insane awful targ oc! and some brief summary of each of visenya's children? (looks, personality, spouse, fate etc)

Okay! sooo Visenya has 15 children that survive infancy so I’ll do a list up of those first and then maybe do a second post about my most insane targs, depending on how long this one’s gonna be!!

First we have Maegor II (103-157AC) he has his moms Valyrian features, hes somewhat buff (for a Targaryen man at least) and sun tanned from spending time in dorne. He was often teased for not having a dragon as a boy (Daemon gave him an egg, but it hatched into a Wyrm and took a bite it of his cheek, when he was a baby) so he’s a bit bitter and put all of his energy into becoming a great warrior, which paid off and eventually earned him the nickname of ‘the warrior among men’ (because u know the warrior from the seven), he’s always been serious and very focused on being the perfect heir and later king. He was 7 when Otto and Vissy fought so bad that they didn’t talk for 4 years, he’s a big mommas boy so he never really got close to Otto after that. He married princess Velaris Martell in 120 when they where both 17, (Visenya made a deal with Vels aunt and possibly fucked her dad to make that happen) they only knew each other for a year beforehand, but the marriage went surprisingly well, apart from their problems to conceive a child for the first 11 years. I head canon Maegor as a big fat asexual so that may have something to do with that… well they end up king and queen anyway in 149, they are good at ruling and Maegor claims Vermithor upon his moms death, so he can’t go and defeat the Pirates and fleet of the three sisters that attack from the stones! He has 6 kids in total, his daughter Rhaenys becomes queen after him and he is remembered as the warrior king. In 157 Maegor grabbed Blackfyre and was about to storm of and mount Vermithor after hearing about Aurys death, but had a stroke and died. (Also funfact: Visenya had a vision of Maegor the cruel during labor and on the ride to dragonstone (it was her first dragon flight) so she named him that. Otto is not a fan).

Baelor I (105-130AC) is a lot easier, he takes after his father in appearance, save for the violet eyes, he wears his hair in a bit of a snappy short cut, that he probably did himself (without a mirror) and is also relatively build, he lost an eye during his pirating years, so he usually wears an eye patch. He was very close to Maegor as a kid, his disappearance in 120 was a hit for Maegor. Baelor, Jaehaeron and Aerion were always big fans of their uncle Corlys and spend a LOT of time on Driftmark learning how to sail and all that oceany stuff. In 120 he was allowed to join Corlys on his journey to the stones for the first time and promptly got lost and picked up by pirates, his family thought he was dead and he didn’t know where the f he was so he just spend some time living his life until in 128 AC his brother Aerion stumbles upon him in Braavos and takes him home. He never marries and is generally not a very good time to be around. Probably the most traumatized out of Vissys kids. He fights for Visenya at sea and drowns when his ship is destroyed in 130 AC, though it’s a bit of a rumor that he just when back to the stones to return to his common life.

Saeron I (106-154AC) is the older one of Vissys first twin boys, he’s the most gentle and soft spoken of her generally pretty feral kids, he’s pretty with long silver hair, violet eyes, a rather feminine face and slender but tall build. He’s found of music and poetry, which is why he is called ‘prince silver tongue’ in comparison to his twin who needs a sword to get what he wants while Saeron just talks his way round the house all day every day. He’s married to Lady Zahna Dayne, she’s a fierce woman with a sharp tongue and a liking for swordsmanship, she’s also in love with his twin, while Saeron would rather be married to her cousin Ser Aryon of his mothers kingsguard, sooo u Von imagine it’s not that great of a marriage, (they’ve been married since 126 AC, after 6 years of engagement, because no one thought they were actually gonna marry). They have have 3 children, (which might be Rhaenars…) and Saeron would def get on the insane list for being religious lunatic and self proclaimed prophet, but he’s not all that awful!

Rhaenar I (106-144AC) is the younger twin and one of my favorites to be honest, he’s taller than Saeron, slender but well trained, with long straight silver hair and Ottos blue eyes, he looks like Saeron because of the hair but he’s not as pretty. He’s his moms biggest supporter and would def have been on her kingsguard if the opportunity had been there. He’s known as ‘Silverlance’ or ‘Steelskiss’ and as you may have guessed he’s a great swordsman, but despite what the nickname suggests he can be quite charismatic and a smooth talker as well. He was in love with his aunt Rhaena III from a young age but she died before they could be together. After that he took a liking to his brothers betrothed and spend more time with her than Saeron during her visits to the Keep and Dragonstone. He married Baela (daemons daughter) in 132 and had 4 children with her. He was out fighting in 144 AC when the city was under attack and dismounted his dragon to follow an enemy into a tower, he was slain it what became known as the silver night, because it also saw the end of 2 kingsguard knights, by an unknown enemy, his body was dragged back to the red keep by ser Aryon Dayne (he’s gonna get a promotion for that) and bleed out in the man’s arms. It is very much unknown who killed him, since he was an undefeated knight (Baela burned down the part of the city in which he was killed later).

Jaehaeron I (108-130AC) was born on the step stones, since Visenya was currently fighting, Corlys had to help with the delivery cause there weren’t any midwives (he did not recover from that ever, even though he sure likes to rub it in with Otto) he strongly takes after his father in looks. Jaehaeron never married, since his mom was saving her children’s hands to make alliances. He was a decent swordsman and formidable archer. He enjoyed Sailing and during the dance he would sail up the rivers of the Vale and upon being killed in battle with a rebellious house of the vale, he is said to have come back to live twice and set sails for Dragonstone to support Baelors fleet, he didn’t make it in time, but managed to severely destroy the enemy ships before succumbing to his injuries alone on the shores of Dragonstone. Many belief that his Ghost still haunts the island and it’s castle. He is often used as a symbol of a revenge and remembered as the ghost of Dragonstone and the demon of the gullet.

Aurys I (110-157AC) was born a good 8 and a half months after Otto and Visenya split, and duo to his strong resemblance of prince Daemon there are some rumors about him being a bastard, he wears his hair at shoulder length and is the shorts of Vissys children, supposedly born prematurely. He was called ‘the small prince’ for most of his youth until he made a name for himself as a warrior, when killing three armed assassins from across the narrow sea that were tasked to kill the princes and her children, at only 12 years of age, after this he became known as ‘ser bloodnight’. He is a intelligent man and strategic advisor to his mother and later brother. He died in 157 in one of the first battles of the war of the Riverlands, falling from his dragon, and being impaled on a large lance. He was married to Rhaena IV (daemons daughter) they had only one daughter, Elaena I, who was said to be the spitting image of her father.

Okay so this took longer than I thought and it’s late so I’ll just update this with the other kids and the mad targs tomorrow cause I’m tired. Also if you wanna see some art of Visenyas kids I have a series of I think 6?? Posters with little introduction of them on them, I’ll see if I can tag them here, but check them out anyway!!! As always feel free to ask any more questions you might have!!

[bookofmirth]

I’m a strong believer..that Lucien deserves better than Elain who didn’t not once consider that he was upstairs in her home asleep before she’d almost made out with Az..I tried to forgive her for it but it’s hard anytime I re read the scene and put myself in Lucien’s shoes..If my LI did that while I was upstairs asleep i’d be thoroughly offended. A part of me hopes Lucien overheard Az and Rhys’ conversation just for him to not be some oblivious weakling desperately awaiting her attention, which all of this is making him look like.

“Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet sent. He’d beg on his knees for a chance to taste it. But Azriel just stroked her neck again, Elain shuddered, drifting closer. So close one deep breath would brush her breasts against his chest. she looked up at him, her face trusting and hopefull and open..” At least Feyre didn’t do this under the same roof as Tamlin out of a little respect for him, Im not his fan or anything but that made me admire Feyre for how much she cared about that situation, how guilty and aware she was, how considerate. Elain just…didn’t care. He was right..upstairs.

I get where you are coming from, but I guess I don't really care if she wasn't thinking about him? She was hurting him but I'm not sure that can be avoided, even if it weren't due to the bat. sjm said they'd have tension, right? And she gave us that in acosf.

I think it's pretty complicated, because as a person, Elain doesn't owe Lucien anything. She can be with who she wants, they don't interact very much, they don't know one another very well, she has been mourning her fiancé and her father, etc. Elain can reject the mating bond and go about her life if she wants and no one would stop her.

And all of that is exactly why Lucien has been leaving her alone, except for when he gets awkwardly invited to family holidays and everyone stares at him thinking "oh poor Lucien, oh is that a new Tamlin BruiseTM?"

BUT. As his *mate*, Elain does owe him a conversation. People who scream about this being unfeminist or whatever can shut the heck up because feminism irl doesn't account for ~magical mating bonds~ in which people are literally, irrevocably, magically tied to one another in a way that impacts the rest of their lives and can make one of them insane. You can't talk about consent and what people are owed in this situation in the same way that you can talk about it with any other couple who doesn't have a mating bond. The entire scenario is different, and we can't draw the same lines in a mating bond situation that we can in a regular non-magical ship situation, no matter how much people want to scream and wave their feminist flags around. And I consider myself a feminist, have forever, and that's why I have critiqued the whole idea of mating bonds a ton, because of how they inherently take away that choice. But that's a problem with the trope, not with any ship that adheres to that trope. If people have a problem with mating bonds as a trope, they shouldn't read sjm because they will just be looking to be mad. ANYWAY...

just for him to not be some oblivious weakling desperately awaiting her attention, which all of this is making him look like.

This part I 100% agree with. I get being respectful, and Lucien is doing that, but my god. This is why I think it would be cool if *he* were the one to go to *her* and be like "nah, no thanks". Then Elain's "but I'm pretty and nice" privileges would cease to work and she'd have to like... deal with shit.

I do think there is a big difference between Feyre and Tamlin/Rhys and Elain with Az/Lucien. Feyre and Tamlin were engaged and had verbally (and physically) committed to one another, so they owed each other respect in that sense. Elain and Lucien have no such thing. The thing that's making it so that her actions cause him pain is out of her control.

I would write more but my cat just got in my lap hehe

[synergysilhouette]

Choices Review: America's Most Eligible

I've decided to take on the challenge of giving my reviews of the Choices books I've played, whether I have a lot to say about it or not. I'll pick a series I'm a fan of: America's Most Eligible.

For those who don't know, book 1 of the series has you playing a last-minute contestant for a reality TV show where the winner wins $100,000. Book 2 focuses on you returning for All-Stars season (which, like many all-stars TV shows, mostly brings back the most recent cast), and book 3 focuses on a wedding competition starring you and your LI versus two enemies that definitely aren't in love.

Book 1 was AWESOME: it was sexy and your choices mattered--but there were issues, in my opinion. The boy next door from last season (I'll just use his default name: "Adam") is supposed to be the bad boy. Occasionally he's seen brooding, but I never really bought into his tough guy act since he's a sweetheart IRL. I get that this is because we spend a lot of time with him off stage, but I wish it was sold a bit better, especially if he's trying to keep himself from crushing on MC--which brings me to another thing. Regardless of if you like him or not, you'll find he has an interest in you, be it platonic or romantic. If you're into him, it feels like love at first sight. If not, it can come off as creepy. I was into him, so it didn't matter, but I realized how weird the situation would be be if I wasn't. This is because the same is said for Jen, a member of the crew who shadows you and advises you on what to do on the show. She means well, but she's not supposed to take a romantic interest in you at the risk of her job. It's especially disturbing when she tries to subvert this by suggesting you practice kissing her for a kissing competition on the show. Along with this, the "your choices mattered" statement I made is kind of untrue. If you make a LOT of choices that please your castmates, they'll become allies, and thus they'll vote for you to win. But the issue is that this takes FOREVER, and thus your only way to win is by doing a unanimous vote. If you have two or less allies (which I did), this costs 50 diamonds, making it one of the most expensive choices on the app! Someone let me know if they had enough allies to only have to pay 15 diamonds.

As for book 2, it was pretty much the same, just with a few new characters, though more insanity and less sexiness. Doing an all-stars season, you meet some new faces, but unlike the previous season, where you could make out/sleep with several of your castmates, it's just condensed to your 4 main love interests and two other characters (one of them being a new face). As such, the passion doesn't feel as naughty and feels a bit more streamlined. Then towards the end of the book, one of the villains gives you a somewhat sympathetic backstory. While they brush it off, you can take it how you want. It's felt kind of out of place, given this feels out of nowhere and undeserved. And AGAIN, you can't win unless you buy your way to a unanimous vote. Overall, it was a fair successor, but not quite as good.

For the final book, you and the LI you chose to marry compete with another duo in a wedding version of AME. Since you're locking it down, the sexy moments are reduced, despite the fact that I'm sure AME would encourage infidelity and last hurrah's for ratings. I was EXTREMELY disappointed by we get a broad stroke of MC's life outside the show. Their mom is featured and they pick from multiple options on whether their dad is involved in their life or not. They also get a fill-in-the-blank profession that makes it feel even more inconsequential. It was a shame that we couldn't get a chapter of two of MC at their job or with their family for a better fleshed-out backstory. Possibly worst of all, the writers of the book decided to make the two new romantic lovers from book 2 become serious love interests who have feelings for you. I have to mention who they are before I dive in deeper: Bianca and Slater. Bianca as a love interest makes sense since she was there since book 1, but it feels weird if you chose to eliminate her early and spent most of your time with Teagan instead in book 1, only for Bianca to replace her in book 2. Along with this, Slater being in love with MC feels like it was just made to create drama; they're very playful in book 2 to the point where it's difficult to see them wanting to lock down MC after all the issues between them. And the writers decide to make it a rough decision; in contrast to "Red Carpet Diaries" where you're allowed to get married and have an open relationship, polygamy and open relationships are not an option here. It's very disappointing, especially when this is supposedly intended to be blackmail material against you at the last minute.

Overall, I love the series, but the quality did seem to go down with time. Book 3 feels completely different in tone, and doesn't sizzle like the previous books. But hey, it was GOC and interesting, so I can't be too upset!

[cyarsk5230]

Horrorcore

Subgenre of hip hop music based in horror-themed lyrical content and imagery

Not to be confused with Horror punk.

Horrorcore, also called horror hip hop, horror rap, death hip hop, or death rap, is a subgenre of hip hop music based on horror-themed and often darkly transgressive lyrical content and imagery. Its origins derived from certain hardcore hip hop and gangsta rap artists, such as the Geto Boys, which began to incorporate supernatural, occult, and psychological horror themes into their lyrics. Unlike most hardcore hip hop and gangsta rap artists, horrorcore artists often push the violent content and imagery in their lyrics beyond the realm of realistic urban violence, to the point where the violent lyrics become gruesome, ghoulish, unsettling, inspired by slasher films or splatter films. While exaggerated violence and the supernatural are common in horrorcore, the genre also frequently presents more realistic yet still disturbing portrayals of mental illness and drug abuse. Some horrorcore artists eschew supernatural themes or exaggerated violence in favor of more subtle and dark psychological horror imagery and lyrics.

Horrorcore has incited controversy, with some members of the law enforcement community asserting that the genre incites crime. Fans and artists have been blamed for numerous high-profile instances of violent criminal activity, including the Columbine High School massacre, the Red Lake high school massacre, the Farmville murders, murders of law enforcement officers, and gang activity.

Characteristics

Horrorcore defines a style of hip hop music that focuses primarily on dark, violent, gothic, transgressive, macabre and/or horror-influenced topics such as death, psychosis, psychological horror, mental illness, satanism, self-harm, cannibalism, mutilation, suicide, murder, torture, drug abuse, and supernatural or occult themes. The lyrics are often inspired by horror movies and are performed over moody, hardcore beats.According to rapper Mars, "If you take Stephen King or Wes Craven and you throw them on a rap beat, that's who I am". Horrorcore was described by Entertainment Weekly in 1995 as a "blend of hardcore rap and bloodthirsty metal". The lyrical content of horrorcore is sometimes described as being similar to that of death metal, and some have referred to the genre as "death rap". Horrorcore artists often feature dark imagery in their music videos and base musical elements of songs upon horror film scores.

History

Origins

LA Weekly listed Jimmy Spicer's 1980 single "Adventures of Super Rhyme" as the first example of "proto-horrorcore", due to a lengthy segment of the song in which Spicer recounts his experience of meeting Dracula. The group Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde specialized in horror-themed music. Dana Dane's song "Nightmares" related a frightening narrative.

Since 1986, Ganxsta N.I.P. has performed horror-themed lyrics that he has described as "Psycho Rap", but he was not commonly considered to be horrorcore until the term came into mainstream prominence. Ganxsta N.I.P. has written lyrics for other groups, including Geto Boys, who were also an influence on the early horrorcore sound.

In 1988, DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince released "A Nightmare on My Street", which described an encounter with Freddy Krueger, and the Fat Boys recorded the similarly-themed "Are You Ready for Freddy" for the film A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master and its soundtrack. 1988 is also the year Insane Poetry (at the time called His Majesti) released "Armed & Dangerous", followed by their debut single as Insane Poetry, "Twelve Strokes Till Midnight", one of the first examples of music specifically made to be horrorcore.

Although Kool Keith claimed to have "invented horrorcore", the first use of the term appeared on the group KMC's 1991 album Three Men With the Power of Ten. Nonetheless, Kool Keith brought significant attention to horror-influenced hip hop with his lyrical content as a part of the Ultramagnetic MC's and his 1996 debut solo album Dr. Octagonecologyst.

[gustingirl]

gvf headcanon | touch starvation

request: what about touch starved headcanons? legit i'm in love with what you write

disclaimer: not sure exactly how i'm doing this, as the request was a bit vague, so i hope this works

warnings: might get smutty (with josh and jake mostly)

josh.

i bet it's quite evident why i'm starting with josh. this boy is the definition of touch starvation. not that he is starved himself, but he is the biggest fan of it. i'm serious, i have never seen someone so into it before. there's something about the way his hands are always looking for something to touch, even if it's himself or an object. but he loves touching you, and knowing you adore it as much as he does, makes him go insane. like the second he knows you're so addicted to touch (because something tells me you would share this openly), he will never stop doing it.

and i mean, seriously, never. i imagine now a red carpet moment. he wanted to show you off, proud of the magnificent significant other he had. you would be standing by his side at all times, and he would never let you go, even if paparazzis were asking you to move. like joshua had a hand on you at all times: a hand on your shoulder, as it scratched your neck while he was being interviewed; a hand holding yours, with his thumb stroking the palm of your hand, while people called his name; a hand on your leg as you sat on the table, this one being a bit more sneaky as it would climb higher towards your crotch just to tease you. he loved doing these things when people was around, mostly to watch you struggle to keep it cool, as he knew how it affected you. at the end of the night, you couldn't take it anymore, and you ended up dragging him towards the bathroom, right after he had played at the awards show.

"you were doing it on purpose" you accused, as you kissed his neck passionately. his hands were gripping your ass as he released little moans, a devilish but cute smile painting his face

"i have no idea what you are talking about, dear" but he did know, as he loved, so much, pushing your buttons every single time.

sam.

sam's hands on you mean something else: means protection. like he loves doing it, no matter if you're younger or older than him, taller or shorter, male or female. this man wants to have a hand on you at all times, like to make sure you're alright, healthy and safe. as he walked across crowds, a hand on you; as he sat beside you, a hand on you. and so, like that, he could always make sure you were safe. this would also allow you to tell him something with just your body tension.

like the one time you were at the cinema and saw your ex walk in. like always, sam's hand was lying on your leg, with a finger tracing circles on your knee. you were waiting for the movie to start when your eyes met a familiar face, who happened to be accompanied by someone you knew but didn't exactly like. you barely noticed you had tensed until sam turned to face you. the look on your face was not pretty and he instantly worried.

"you alright, babe?" you nodded, to which he responded with a nod, though he still kept alert to you.

when he noticed the reason behind your tension, he decided to reassure you everything was fine by holding onto you tighter, even bringing you closer to him, by putting his arm over your shoulders. in his embrace you could always feel safer

jake.

in general, these four boys seem to be really into skinship. like touch is something natural from them, i mean even with friends they're comfortable to do it. with a partner it would only intensify, as long as you were ok with it. though, out of the four of them, jake is the least crazy about it. unlike his twin brother, he seems to be much more normal with it, only doing it every once in a while. in jake's case, i feel that his constant touching would only happen when he was horny.

like the one time he was visiting your family. don't get me wrong, he was being the most gentleman with your relatives, acting like the true prince he is. with everybody, he was gentle and nice. with you? he was quite the opposite (in the kinkiest way possible). his eyes would change every time he would stare at you, as if he wanted to tell you something. you weren't understand his message, and so he used touch. the way he was gripping on your thigh as he spoke with your mother, and the way he was keeping you close to him by holding you by your waist while chatting with your brothers and sisters. it was all a call for sex, for unholy touching. it was when his hand started caressing your back, every time lower and lower, that you caught the message. upon feeling embarrassed in front of your family for getting turned on during that moment, you excused yourself with jake, telling everybody you weren't feeling right.

"oh, yeah, you seem sick" jake teased as he entered the bathroom, following you behind

"shut up!" you complained, while biting your lip

there was a moment of silence with only you two staring back at each other, before jake broke the ice

"so, should we fuck?"

danny.

yeah, he's doing anything you want, just for you. and if touch is your thing, then touch you will receive. something tells me everything is quite vocal with danny, so you wouldn't hesitate to open up to him about loving being touched and so. when he found out, he made sure he always did it, as he knew how important it was for you. however, something tells me you would have to do it first, as he would fear to overdo it or crossing a line. also, he would probably forget about it, and upon you doing it, he would understand the wrong message.

like the one time you visited him at his concert. you spent the night with the kiszka's family, singing out loud every song and dancing your night away. when the show was over, you went backstage with the boys, and then later abandoned the venue to have drinks together. some fans were waiting for the boys, and it made you happy to see the band stopping their night to greet everybody. you stood by a side, watching your boyfriend interact with fans. however, something inside you made you want to participate, and you joined the conversation he was having with sam and more fans, to hug his arm tightly. poor boy was scared out of nowhere and he pulled you aside, concern evident on his face.

"what's wrong, baby? is everything ok?" he asked while holding you

"what? i'm fine, sunshine!" you reassured him with a kiss to his lips "i just missed you"

"...oH!" his cheeks were painted in red as he understood the message quite late.

it made you laugh and smile, loving how concerned he would get with you. he was for sure the best boyfriend ever.