#who needs to be put down like a lame horse

[magical-girl-coral]

This was one of the dumbest ways I've ever seen a show end:

Maddie's betrayal was the dumbest thing I've ever seen. She doesn't have a personality, she has a plot purpose and whatever attitude she had changes from what the writers need her for. Actually she was gonna betray everyone since the beginning so it's not bad that Caitlyn cheated on her! Cause forbid she'd make an actual bad decision.

Every single new character felt like a plot device than an actual person. Why was Jinx breaking people out of jail? Cause Isha was there. How did Vi survive her bender? That buff guy took care of her. Want to make fans shut up and put someone from Zaun on the council to make it look like it's all love now? Boom, Sevika is important again. They're not people, they're tools.

The way they ended Jayce, Viktor, Jinx and Ambessa's stories were so bad. This is supposed to be an origin story show. A prologue to LoL and explaining why everyone were fighting everything. Why would anyone kill off a character in their own fucking origin story. This is Gotham all over again.

Mel fucking off to Noxus after building Piltover for years was such an insult to her storyline. She had all this build up and now she's gonna waste her years cleaning up her mother's mess. The same mother who slapped her a day ago and hid her to use as a weapon? She should have defeated her mother in combat, using all side of fox, wolf and crow to show off her worth. She smashed someone's face into a wall hard enough to break an illusion. She obviously had combat training. Why the fuck was Caitlyn there.

Honestly, Mel's entire story is a fucking insult to her. What was the point of the close up on her stomach while talking about illegitimate children if it didn't go anywhere. The conflict with the black rose was too short. Her thing with Jayce went nowhere despite how much they depended on each other before their disappearance. She didn't have a solid stand with her mother. Did the writers just fucking forget about her until the last minute.

IT SHOULDN'T HAVE RESOLVED THE CONFLICT BETWEEN THE TWO CITIES. THE TRAGEDY IS THAT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE AT ODDS. WHY DID THEY DO ZAUN SO DIRTY. WHERE IS THE RAGE THAT THEY COULD HAVE ALWAYS HELPED. WHY DID SEVIKA JUST AGREE. WHERE'S HER FUCKING ARC. WHERE'S HER FUCKING STORY.

Honestly, Mel should have just gave her mother to the Black Rose and watch as her army continue to fight in her name to see how much power loyalty has. That would have been badass.

Also, is it just me, or has Ekko's story been weirdly revolved around Jinx? Where was his reunion with the Fireflies? Why is he holding only one paper and not two for Heimerdinger? How come most of his fight scene was just being support to the sisters? Why is this bullshit.

Caitlyn's eye patch is stupid. One, there's no way no one can make her a cyber eye. Two, how is she supposed to be a sniper now. Who's idea was this.

I probably have more complains but I am angry, tired, and need a nap. God help us if there's a spin off of this mess.

[fappellmoan]

i still dont know which ones mulder and which ones scully. im sorry speaking my # truth

[imakle]

this crush is bringing out a side of me I didn't even know existed. who is she.

[variantoutcast]

[allthatdivides]

i dont have one night stands i do however meet someone that ill be around for two days during an event and then never see again and fall deeply in love with them and let them haunt me for the rest of my life

[i6eyes]

%% jean kirstein bf hcs !!

pt 2

contains: sfw and nsfw, implied fem!reader (no y/n), established relationship, soft jean teehee, jean’s horse cawk, nothing too graphic tbh

— who knew a fucking stallion will be the one who's going to bring me back from the dead .

sfw

omg omg he's soo tall right

definitely puts his arms around your shoulder, and kisses u on your temple or forehead too

the sweetest !! i feel like he would be so so attentive to u

oooh u did a double take at the dress u guys walked passed by earlier in the mall? woah it's suddenly in ur bed the next day !! :OO

he's a nice cook ! can cook but the best, his expertise are mostly breakfast foods but he can cook you lunch and dinner as long as he has a recipe

oh he'd be absolutely smitten !!!! i luv big scary men being total sweethearts to their s/o

if ur trying some shoes, he'd be the one to do all of the work ! he'd kneel down, take off your shoes, puts on what you chose on you, will be the who's going to take it off too, then will tie or buckle your shoes up for you

or or or, he'd be out alone and he passes by this little store filled with trinkets and stuff. safe to say, he walked out of the store with a silly little keychain he knew you'd like

^^ one of his love language is acts of service

he loves spending time with you. specially the moments where you two just chill and share some occasional kisses here and there

his favorite thing to do is have you lay on top of him while he's laying down and make you talk about your day !! he'd play with your hair and caress your nape and back while you do so :((

he's obviously attractive, but he doesn't know how much

there's so many simple things that he makes attractive

his attentiveness. you'd be in the grocery then he'd suddenly disappear for a while, only for him to come back with arms full of chips and snacks. "these are your favorites, right?" he said while dumping them in the cart, not even waiting for your answer.

oddly specific but the way he leans on every door way. you know the thing where people place their hands on top of a doorway? that, but he subconsciously does it everywhere. omg imagine he fetches you from your house for a date and the moment you open your door, boom! there's jean, towering you with a smile on his face.

he knows how to slow dance, like the ones in the movies where the main characters would suddenly dance in their living room, to which, he did with you!

slow dancing in the living room with jean :(

if you're still in school and he sees you struggling with a subject or school work, he'd help you as soon as he could, specially if it's something he already learned before. but! if that's not the case, he'd take his time to learn what you're having problems with and try to come up with an explanation to make you understand better

he's so lame (affectionate)

nsfw

oh boy

he's not the stallion for nothing

easily one of the biggest cock in the aot verse

usually, i'd be realistic when it comes to sizes, but jean is at 7-8 inches.

hhhhhhgggh, king of dick prints. he's naturally big even when soft, about 5 to 5.5 maybe. < he's a grower

he's such a big man, his proportions are perfect, of course he needs a big fucking cock to go along with it

he keeps his happy trail no matter what happens. he knows it's attractive and knows that you love seeing it on him

^^ up to you whether you want him to shave or trim, he's fine with anything as long as he keeps his happy trail

wide athletic shoulders that he puts your legs at while he's eating you out our splitting you open with his cock

this man's proportions are actually making me insane i don't know how to put my thoughts into words anymore

his hands are big, but not huge or ginormous. it's pretty and rough looking at the same time. his fingers are longer than most men's but are thick enough like the ones most are familiar with when thinking about a man's hand.

his nape is sensitive, simple touches like brushing his hair back will make him shiver. hickeys also show more easily on his neck, just suck on it lightly and there's already a blooming red mark left in its wake.

oh my god, touch his torso or the bottom of his stomach (ehem, close or at his happy trail) and he's gone. it's starting to become an actual problem because there would be completely innocent moments where you touch those places because you need to get pass by him and he'd just suddenly pop a boner on the spot.

*taps mic* soft dom

he absolutely loves praising you, it's an unconscious thing he does

you'd be on your knees, sucking in his cock on your mouth as much as you could, and he'd groan while keeping your hair out of your face using a hand while the other caresses your cheek, wiping away the tears that lay there.

^^ "there we go, knew you could do it.", "fuckin' natural at it.", "think you could take me a little deeper? uh huh? yeah that's my good girl."

im in shambles

he's SOOOOO good with his fingers my GOD.

he knows what it takes to make you cum with his fingers, he has an actual technique it's crazyyy. doesn't prioritize in making it fast or hard or whatever, whether you like it like that or slow, he will follow his own lead on what he thinks will make you feel spineless.

knows the fingers inside you, palm on your clit thing. has made you squirt using it on multiple occasions

while he adores missionary because he loves seeing your face and folding you in half with your legs beside your ears, doing it doggy will always make him carnal

he has a thing for your backkk. he'd grab the one side of your shoulder while he's hitting it from the back, sometimes he'd bruise your hips with his grip instead

will slap your ass. not really in a sub/dom dynamic. he just likes the way he sees his handprint on your ass while you're writhing beneath him

stroke game is unmatched !!!!!!!!!

he doesn't rely on his size alone, this bitch is actually prepared and knows his shit y'all

even if he doesn't or can't push all of him in, he'd work with what he's able to put inside you and god does he do it well

during missionary, expect him to put a pillow under your hips despite his size and knowledge. he want to make you feel the best at any given time

while he doesn't mind if you're a loud moaner or what, he LOVES hearing you whine.

if you're a whiner, boy is it a good time to be ALIVEEEEEE

he founds it so cute and hot <3

[insomniaruler]

I’m thinking A G A I N

(Someone needs to put me down like a lame horse)

Once Eurylochus got to the gates of the underworld and the all consuming gnawing in the pit of his stomach had subsided he sat down on the barren rock the final 40 members of the crew wailing around him, cursing Odysseus, cursing him, cursing the god of storms himself. They had not been buried, each dying in the roaring blast of heat and pain before darkness. No passage would be granted.

But Eurylochus was silent. All he could see was Odysseus, his friend, captain and brother. All he could hear was Odysseus pleading with the gods themselves, they could not need make him choose between himself or his crew. Eurylochus cradled his trembling hands, thinking back to the last conscious moments before hunger had taken his mind and soul.

Ody was right if Eurylochus had been given the chance to see home again, to see the shores of Ithaca, to taste fresh fruit, to hold his dearest Citmene just once more. Eurylochus would have taken it, anything.

The worst part is that he knew in his heart of hearts where only The goddess of love could see he had been the one to ruin their chance of going home only a year after the war when he was enraptured by the little bag Odysseus so guarded.

It was him who lead them too disaster after disaster. What would Odysseus his own sister about Eury’s death? Would he tell her the truth or refuse to answer, maybe tell her he died like a dog? Realistically Eurylochus knew Odysseus would not lie to his sister, he couldn’t. Citmene would see through it, she too was blessed by The goddess of wisdom and a descendant of the God of Trickery. His eyes grew heavy as the ferryman approached for the souls who’d been properly buried.

Looking down he sighed, translucent. Not whole, he’d never be because he was stuck on the other side. Perhaps this would be best, Eury hoped to avoid Polities for as long as possible, the man who’d once been one of his closest friends would not forgive him any time soon. Thus he let his eyes close, maybe he’d be absorbed into his misery.

He slept for a long time tucked against a wall of the seemingly endless chamber, cradled by the cold hard stone he felt he deserved. Eurylochus woke to whispers surrounding him, “you Eurylochus of Ithaca?” “You’re holding up the boat!” “Come on get up” “who paid your fare!?”.

Blinking Eurylochus shook off the deep sleep and started in the direction the fading hands had pointed him too. There on a rickety old dock sat an even older and rickety trireme which was packed to the walls with souls, some he recognized some he had forgotten.

As soon as he stepped into the boat it set off across the acrid Styx river. Approaching a face he recognized nudged him. “Who paid for us?” Eurylochus whispered. “The Captain did. He’s going home.” Then the soul spat “Don’ matter to me, when he gets down here I’ll show him exactly what lightning does to you.” The soul spat.

Once they reached the other side Eurylochus shuffled through the wailing masses towards what he hoped was rest, he really hoped he hadn’t pissed of the sun god enough to land himself in the pits of Tartarus.

Shuffling through lines of souls Eurylochus muttered a whispered prayer. It was all a blur but somehow Eurylochus avoided the pits and now he was walking through a marble, gold and gemstone lined cavern. Was this..? Elysisum? Someone was going to come to him and banish him to the nothingness.

As he walked he his mind flickered with images of the living world. Carefully he wandered, feeling out of place in this hall of heroes. suddenly the world flipped around and standing above him was a furious Polities, somehow he’d ended up on the floor staring up at the glimmering ceiling.

Then Eurylochus was pinned, a firm fist planted right into his eye. “How DARE you! How dare you.” Polities shouted yanking Eurylochus up by his shirt front. “Polities I-“ Eurylochus whispered as he was getting dragged to a small brazier holding a small fire. For a second he was worried Polities was about to throw him in it. But then he was in a heap on the ground in front of the flame.

In it he saw Odysseus, handing two large bags of coins to a ghostly figure. “He’s paying your passage, to Hermes. All of you. You- you traitors.” Polities whispered, fuming. “I’m sorry-“ Eury whispered. “I don’t need apologies, I knew you as a brother in arms, I’ve fought with you since childhood. Just like Odysseus. You’re a traitor to our oath.” Polities said, his glasses were whole again, Eurylochus had stowed Polities’ shattered wire frames in his breast sachet.

“Is- is Citmene okay?” This had been the one thought plaguing him since he crossed the Styx. “She’s fine, she won’t be when she finds out her husband was killed by The king of the gods himself.” Polities spat, he let Eurylochus up and eventually they found themselves watching as Odysseus smiled for the first time in years as he saw his home on the horizon.

“He’s doing it. He’s made it home.” Polities whispered in awe. “But what of the palace something is wrong.” Eurylochus muttered slipping into his old roll with ease. “Shh Let me bask for a little bit Eury.” Polities shushed him.

Thus they watched their Brother go home. Too where they could never return. Eurylochus saw Citmene sitting near a pillar looking out at the sea, she kissed her ring. Polities had to stop him from leaning so far he’d fall into the fire. “Oh Argos.” Polities muttered as the faithful companion went still. Eurylochus cried when Citimene sobbed openly over his armour, saved from wreckage after wreckage by Odysseus.

[madwcman]

visiting

pairing: cowboy! remus lupin x fem! reader

summary: you visit remus and his family’s ranch.

warnings: talks about food / eating, reader is described shorter than remus. please let me know if i missed any.

authors note: this kinda sucks tbh and i don’t really like this but i wanted to post something for cowboy! remus.

you’ve been finding many excuses to visit remus lately; like going over to his family’s ranch to help out, going over to barrow something from his mother, even going over there to only visit the horses. all lame excuses just to see remus and yet again you jumped at the chance to go over for another visit to see the lupins when your mom asked you to drop over some freshly baked cookies that you and her made for the family. you’ve been wanting to see remus for awhile but just couldn’t find a good excuse until now.

driving up to the ranch house, you park and stop your truck pulling out the keys, you step out of the car and grab the container holding the cookies, you don’t see their truck in the driveway but you still hope someone is home. you walk up to their front porch, and open the screen door and start knocking on the wooden door; there was no answer, you try once again, but no answer. you sigh in disappointment on hoping to see remus. as you walk off their porch and make your way to your truck when you hear his voice.

“hi dove!” you turn to remus, who was on his favorite horse daisy. you could instantly tell that he was working on the ranch. though his dark brown cowboy hat was blocking most of his face from the hot sun and a little bit from you, you could instantly tell he was sweating from his dark hair being a little soaked, and from his skin and clothes being more damp than usual, and the slight new tan he’s been gaining from the hard work out in the sun.

“hi rem!” he tilts his hat up so he could clearly see you more and gives you a bright smile.

“what’ are you doing here?”

“dropping off cookies.”

“for me?” he questions with a wide smile.

“for your family, idiot.”

“that hurts dove.” remus puts his hand over his heart, and pouts his lips in mock offense. you shrug smiling sheepishly up at remus.

“come’er,” he waves you over to him. you walk over to where remus and his horse were by the old wooden fence.

“let me have one?” you open the container for remus and raise it up to him. he takes one and instantly takes a bite into it.

“these are heavenly, you made these?”

“yes”

“who knew my girl could bake?” you flush at remus compliments.

“they’re not that good remus,” you insist quickly putting the lid back onto the container.

“oh shush, they’re amazing dove, i could probably eat them in one go.”

“if you say so,” you smile.

“i do!”

you shake your head knowing he probably could. remus has always had a sweet tooth.

he smiles and finishes his cookie, then jumps down from his horse and leans closer to you.

“walk with me?” he asks with a smile.

“alright.”

remus grabs your hand as you climb over the small fence, once you land onto your feet, you and remus walk over to his horse daisy. remus grips the rope attached to the horse. “work all done?” you question, trying to find something to talk about. “yeah just need to put daisy back in her stall.” you shake your head knowingly. you and remus walk into the stable and past by a few of remus’ other horses until you get to daisy’s stall, remus settles daisy and makes sure she comfortable before pulling out a sugar cube and offering it to daisy you gladly eats the cube.

“good girl daisy,” remus softly murmur’s to the horse petting her long mane, while she eats. pulling back from daisy remus looks at all the horses stalls making sure everything is in oder before nodding and turning to you.

“we can head back to my house,” you nod in agreement with remus. you both turn and start your walk with remus. he moves in closer towards you and reaches for your hand. you slip your fingers into his with a soft smile on your face. the walk was short and quiet, which you didn’t mind. as you reach the back porch of the lupin ranch house you notice remus’ dog named buddy laying on the porch. you let go of remus hand to bend down to pet the dog. remus walks past you and buddy to his back door.

“come in? i’m sure mom would love to see you.”

“sure! i’d love to see her too.”

“just her?” he ask’s you softly, with a small smile tugging at his lips.

“no, not just her”

he gives you a bright smile, opening the door for you “ladies first”

“oh what a gentleman” you tease remus, as you walk past him to enter the house with buddy following you. as you walk in your met with the small kitchen, you set the cookies down on a kitchen counter closest to you and make your way to the small wooden kitchen table, taking a seat. remus takes another cookie from the container and joins you at the table. and it’s silent for a moment until remus clears his throat.

“i want to say thank you for stopping by lately and for helping me and my family.”

“it’s really no problem remus, i like spending time with you.” you give him a sweet smile.

“i like spending time with you too dove.”

he smiles and goes silent for moment thinking until he looks back up to you with determination in his eyes. remus gets up from his chair, and moves over to you and crouches down to your level, grabbing your hands.

“also i’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“what?”

“will you let me take you out?”

“what?”

“let me take you out on a date? it’s just that i’ve liked you for awhile now.”

you stay silent, shocked that remus has asked you on a date.

“and.. well i like when you visit my family and i, i like that you talk to me and i love talking with you. i want to know more about you.” remus explains.

“we could go to that old dinner in town

or the drive in?”

“remus?”

“or not if you don’t want to i understand.”

remus is nervous. you know he is. remus rarely rambles, he always likes to get to the poi of things, but he’s rambling on now, and you want to reassure him. you take your hands out of his and you place them on his face to catch his attention. he stops talking as he feels your hands on his face.

“ remus, i’d love to go out with you.”

“yeah?”

“yes, i’d love it.” he smiles crookedly at you.

“can i kiss you?” he asks softly, waiting for answer.

“yes” and remus places his hand on your jaw as he leans in, remus soft lips are met with yours, your eyes close for a bit, and remus moves in a bit closer as the kiss deepens a bit. you’ve been waiting for this moment. you’ve had a crush on remus ever since you met him. and your finally kissing him. you open your eyes as you both pull away for air. as you both pull away you look over to the clock and see that it’s time for you to head home.

“i should..head home now it’s late”

“yeah you should… i’ll walk you out dove” remus laughs, you both stand and walk through the house, remus opens both doors for you.

“it’s sad you can’t stay longer.. mom’s been missing you.”

“well i’ll be over more.” you and remus both share a content smile with one another. you both walk over to your truck, remus moves in front of you opening your trucks door. you hop into the truck. and remus shuts the door for you.

“i’ll call you later tonight.”

“okay, i’ll talk to you later!

you lean out the car window and kiss remus on his cheek.

“bye sweetheart.” remus smiles, face red.

“bye remus, also save some cookies for your parents!”

“no promises!” you both laugh as you you start your truck and pull out of the lupins drive way, you look out your window and now see remus standing on his porch waving goodbye. you drive away with a bright smile on your face.

[spiritedstars]

Moth to a Flame [ Eiris ]

@erisweekofficial day six - AU; Inspired by my mobster au for Eris x Iris. / Mob Boss Eris Vanserra gets an unexpected visit from his dream girl. / TW: abuse (off-screen but aftermath is mentioned).

Find all things Eris x Iris here. / Read on AO3! / divider by @tsunami-of-tears

“You have a visitor.” 

Eris glanced up from the paperwork in his hand to find his infuriating brother, Finn leaning against the doorway with a smile he didn’t trust. 

He narrowed his eyes. “And who might that be?”

“Someone who has been avoiding you at all costs.” his brother said with that stupid grin and Eris lifted a brow. 

“There are many people who fall into that category,” he said dryly. “Especially when they owe me money.”

Finn snorted. “No, dumbass. It’s a girl.” His brother wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Your dream girl.”

Ah. Iris.

Eris Vanserra had been on the market, searching for a wife who would benefit rather than hinder his operations. Every girl from a decent family that he would’ve been able to use was either a simpering weakling or so over the top he’d wanted to put her down like a lame horse. He needed someone level-headed. Someone who would understand what it meant to be a mobster’s wife. 

Someone who wasn’t afraid of him. 

Iris Bertillon had been at one of the social events of the families and they had somehow ended up in front of one another. Five minutes into their conversation, she’d poured her drink on him. In public. In front of everyone in the room.

All because he’d offered to fuck her. She’d been so tense! Eris had thought it the gentlemanly thing to do. And yet…she had poured her drink right on his head and had only given him a look of disgust, stating, “I’d rather die than let a piece of shit like you touch me.”

It turned him on every time he thought about it. If Eris believed in such a thing, he’d call it love at first fight.

Before her father could lay a hand on her, apologizing profusely for his daughter’s behavior, Eris had already given the order for his brother Emil to pass along: No one was allowed to touch her. He had claimed her, whether she liked it or not. 

Despite that, Iris refused him at every turn. She returned his gifts. She’d either argue everything he said or sit in complete silence. Until of course, she couldn’t hold back on insulting him. To fight with him. 

People wondered how she’d gotten away with being like this considering Eris Vanserra had a reputation. But all the commotion she caused him did nothing but spur him on. She was indeed his dream girl. She was his. 

It didn’t matter that she denied it. Everyone knew who she belonged to and Eris couldn’t wait until she finally caved and he claimed her as thoroughly as he wanted to.

At the present moment, Eris didn’t allow himself an outward reaction to Finn’s declaration. His annoying brother would only be obnoxious about it. No, he would not grant his brother the satisfaction of knowing how his pulse had begun to race at the idea of Iris coming to him after going out of her way to avoid him for so long. He merely blinked at his brother. “Is she here with her father?” 

Finn’s smirk widened, crossing his arms. “No. Given how she’s dressed, it seems she has snuck out to see you.”

Eris’s brows furrowed and he turned to his computer, clicking until the security cameras popped up. Indeed, there she was, making her way into the estate. On foot.

“Why isn’t she in a car?” 

“That’s why I don’t think she’s supposed to be here. Otherwise, why come on foot?” Finn replied. “Considering how badly Bertillon wants her to suck your dick to get our influence, he would definitely make a show of dragging her to your doorstep.”

“Bertillon can die. I have no interest in him.” Eris said, watching Iris’s every move on the cameras. “He will give me whatever I want whether I marry his daughter or not.” 

“But you will marry his daughter, right?” Finn said with that annoying smirk. “Even if she doesn’t want you?”

Eris glanced back at his brother. “Grant her access to my front door and be sure no one stops her. No one is to interrupt us.”

“You got it,” he said with a salute. “But listen, I know you’ve been pent up for a while so make sure you don’t embarrass yourself by ending the session too quickly. We can’t have your reputation in shambles because of a limp dick.”

Eris shot his brother a look of disdain. “You have a second to fuck off or I’m shooting you in the leg.” 

But Finn only laughed, waving Eris off and then shutting the office door behind him. Eris’s focus went back to the security camera, again following Iris’s every move. 

Immediately, Eris knew something was off. For someone as prideful as she was, Iris was walking with her head down. He zoomed in on his screen, narrowing his eyes. Something about her walk was different. 

She had to be here for a reason. She had come to him.

He stood, his eyes never leaving the screen as Iris kept walking towards his front doors. Eris slowly straightened his dress shirt and adjusted his suspenders, grabbing the gun on his desk and sticking it back in its holster. He wasn’t sure why he felt a buzz under his skin. 

Was it excitement? Was he nervous? That would be preposterous. Eris Vanserra hadn’t been nervous in years. 

He made his way out of his office, his three pups lifting their heads as he passed the living room and made his way towards the front door.  Eris had a feeling this interaction was going to change something for him. She wouldn’t show up like this for nothing.

She knocked on the door right as he reached it and Eris paused for a breath, running a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. 

His dream girl was at his door. She had come to him.

The thought made the corner of his mouth curl up into his signature smirk as he opened his door and found her standing before him.

But his smirk slowly fell from his face the longer Eris glanced at her. 

Iris stood before him in a long coat that seemed to purposefully hide whatever she was wearing beneath it. Though the chilly air of October was upon them, something about the way she stood wasn’t sitting right with him.

It was as though her legs were shaking.

He leaned against his doorframe, his eyes taking her in. “Well, well, well,” he said calmly. “I see my little gazelle has found her way to me.” 

She said nothing but Eris watched her hands curl into fists at her side and he let a moment of silence pass between them, his pulse thumping. 

Something was not right. 

Where was the girl who nearly wanted to rip his head off every time she saw him? Who had thrown a dinner knife at him once? 

He pursed his lips and straightened, opening his door wider. “I thought you said you’d never let yourself stoop low enough to visit me?” he teased. “That you wouldn’t be caught dead coming to my hell of a prison?”

Silence filled the space between them and Eris’s brows furrowed again when her fists began to shake and every fiber in his body went on full alert. “What’s wrong?” he demanded. 

It took another minute before he finally heard her take a breath and slowly, as if it pained her to do so, Iris lifted her head and Eris’s head went silent.

Her face…her beautiful face was peppered in bruises. A cut on her lip, another near her eyebrow. Handprints bruising her throat. 

But her eyes remained locked on his, her bottom lip trembling violently as she blinked rapidly, and Eris knew she was trying not to cry in front of him. 

Her face was flushed and he sensed both anger and embarrassment to be seen like this by him but Iris swallowed hard, working her jaw until she finally whispered, “I didn’t know where else to go.” 

Heat surged through his body as his gaze hardened and his grip on the doorframe tightened hard enough that the door creaked. “Who?” he spat.

He watched as she swallowed again, her gaze dropping to her feet and then back at him. “My father.”

Eris’s lip curled in anger. “Why.” 

The word came out as a demand but Iris didn’t flinch. She only blinked rapidly, her eyes locked on his, as if he was the one anchoring her to this moment, and licked her lips before answering. “He wanted to offer me to someone else and I said no.”

“Did he, now.” 

Iris managed a nod and Eris watched her fight back a wince as she straightened. “You still want to marry me, yes?”

“Without a shred of doubt, little gazelle.” 

Iris nodded again, quickly wiping at a stray tear that had managed to slip and Eris knew he would relish in killing her father. He would tear that piece of shit limb by limb and hang him for all to see.

Slipping a hand into her coat pocket, Iris pulled out a flash drive and handed it to him. “This is everything you need to make the transfer of all his assets easier.” She said, lifting her chin. “I’ll consider his death my wedding gift.” 

Eris’s answering smirk was nothing short of deadly as he took a step back and gestured with his hand to come in. “Then welcome home, Iris.” 

[theravenchild]

What started out as a simple headcanon post has evolved into a full on fic snippet that I hope you all will enjoy!

So, I was thinking about how the game gives us no background for the thestral mount, Sepulchria, and how Hellendil just adores her. I head canon that she is one of the thestrals pulling the carriage during the dragon attack at the beginning of the game. She managed to survive the attack, but not without injury. Because thestrals are so intelligent, she remembers her destination was Hogwarts and continues on, showing up there a few days afterward.

Professor Howin finds her wandering the grounds and in need of care. After assessing the wounds and recalling Professor Fig's recounting of the dragon attack a few days before, she consults with him regarding the lost thestral. She puts the creature up in the stables with the others while they send a letter to the carriage driver, alerting him of the thestral's whereabouts and condition.

Hellendil enters Fig's office as he's reading the reply.

"Pity. She's quite a gentle creature." "Who do you mean, Professor?" the curious fifth year asks. "Ah, good to see you Hellendil," Fig answers as he looks up from the letter in front of him. "To answer your question, one of the thestral's drawing our carriage that fateful day. She found her way to the castle in spite of her injuries. Professor Howin has been keeping her with the others while we contacted the driver. It appears he's not interested in keeping a lame creature and has asked us to end her suffering." The fifth year's eyes widen and his jaw drops open, "But why? Surely someone knows how to treat her injuries? Won't a healing spell or draught help?" Fig moves around the desk to place a comforting hand on the tall Ravenclaw's shoulder, "Horses and thestrals are notoriously difficult to heal of such injuries. I'm no expert on the matter, but it's often kinder in the end to do just as her owner suggests." He bows his head and closes his eyes, "Even if she does recover, it's unlikely that she'll ever be able to perform her duties again."

"We have to give her a chance, Professor!" comes the impassioned reply, his brows pressed together in worried, begging expression. "What did Professor Howin say? Do we know that she won't heal? What if I take care of her myself!?" The professor chuckles, a soft smile forming on his face, "I must say, I admire your spirit, young man. You've not been here more than a week and already you're willing to take on tasks well above your current training, not to mention how well you did during our adventure at Gringots. Why don't we talk to Professor Howin about your request together? She's better equipped to know what kind of challenge we face. If she believes it is worth the effort, then I shall see what I can do to get the thestral signed over to our care." "Thank you, professor," Hellendil answers, a look of relief in his kind blue eyes. "I am curious though, as to why you're so passionate about this. It could come at great cost to heal the creature with no guarantees of success." "I like thestrals quite a lot, sir. There's a comfort in being able to see them." His eyes are a bit distant as he responds, as if there's something more on his mind. He doesn't elaborate and Fig respects his privacy. After a moment, he looks back at Professor Fig, "I just think we ought to give her a chance, professor. She made her way to us after our ordeal, and I think she deserves that much. If she's unable to bear the weight of a carriage, it doesn't make her any less deserving of a chance at life." Fig smiles at the young brunet, "You've quite a bit of compassion for someone your age. I hope you'll continue to nurture that side of yourself. The world could always use more people who are willing to give of themselves for others. Come, let's take a stroll down to Professor Howin's office and have a chat." Hellendil nods, "Of course, professor. After you," he gestures for Fig to lead the way and falls in step behind him.

After speaking with Professor Howin they decide to continue to treat the thestral. Even if she is unable to recover completely, her good nature makes her an ideal candidate to be a teaching specimen. Howin agrees to teach and supervise Hellendil as they care for the injured beast. The Ravenclaw grows ever more attached to the creature, somehow finding time nearly every day to visit and tend to her at the stables. Eventually she becomes strong enough to carry a passenger again.

Recognizing the care the new fifth year had taken throughout the healing process and his closeness with the creature, Professor Howin releases her into his custody, with the caveat that if he is ever unable or unwilling to care for her anymore, he would return her to the school and she would live out her days as an animal ambassador for teaching Hogwarts students.

[grayintogreen]

WIP WEDNESDAY

As promised, this week is a Roseverse snippet, so here's a little scene from Chapter Two of our wolves don't live in fear, featuring everyone's favorite Imp Daddy.

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He slammed the glass down on the counter. “I need a black coffee and I want you to put this in it, on the double.”

The barista was an imp about a head or two taller than Millie with her dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. “I think you did this in the wrong order. Shouldn’t you get the coffee and then have the bartender actually mix it?”

“Maybe if I want it to taste good,” he shot back. “Honestly, this is gonna taste like ass no matter what I do to it. I don’t need your judgment…” He squinted at the nametag dangling from the strap of her black fringed flapper dress. “…Trisha.”

She rolled her eyes and accepted the whiskey and her task with all the grace you associate with food service in Hell- none at all. He leaned over the counter to address her back. “If you spit it in, joke’s on you. That’s a turn-on and I’m not paying extra for it, bitch.”

“Wow. You’re charming.”

Blitzø’s eyes darted to the imp leaning against the counter, a to-go cup pressed to his beaky mouth. He was average, caught somewhere between really hot accountant and really average actor. The kind of imp you saw in stock photos- in fact, Blitzø was certain he’d passed the fucking picture frame section of the hobby store he bought his horse toys at and had this guy’s face staring back at him down the whole aisle.

He jerked his thumb at him, addressing the barista. “So who’s the walking AI generated image of what a hot imp looks like? Doesn’t he have a job to do or something.”

“Jody doesn’t work here,” Trisha muttered pouring black coffee straight into the whiskey glass and giving it a little stir. That was not going to settle well, but if it gave him the shits, at least it would spare him any longer at this stupid party.

“I can’t tell if that was a compliment or an insult,” ‘Jody’- well at least he wasn’t a goddamn Dean or a Paul or something, that would be too much- blinked.

“Yeah, it’s safer if you assume nothing out of my mouth is a compliment.” He finally decided to give Jody at least half his attention. “Gatecrasher, huh? Maybe you’re not as shit as your lame-ass haircut makes you look. What’s your thing? You wanna rub elbows with the rich and famous? You lookin’ to case the joint? You’re not gonna tell me anything I haven’t done before with three times as much bloodshed.” He clapped the guy hard on the back, nearly sending him sprawling.

“He’s just here for the coffee,” Trisha-the-Barista said, dropping his glass next to his elbow. “He used to come into my shop every day until six months ago when it blew up after a missile destroyed the whole block. The princess felt bad since I guess it was kind of indirectly her fault and she’s like that, and offered me a job making coffee here, so…” She spread her hands, indicating her little coffee bar.

“And I just missed her coffee so much that I come here and get it.” Jody sipped his and, at least, had the sense to look sheepishly about something that Blitzø was already clocking and clocking hard. “I didn’t know there’d be a party. I’m usually in and out before anyone notices.”

Blitzø pivoted with his horrible coffee-whiskey nightmare of bullshit mixology to fully regard his target. In lieu of Moxxie, he had found someone new to fuck with. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a shitty night, after all. “So what? You walk the sixteen miles from any Satan-forsaken part of the Pentagram to get coffee? At seven at night? You fucking slick dick, no you didn’t.” He barked a laugh and then leaned on the bar again to look at Trisha. “Hey, honey, blink twice if you feel threatened by this wholesome serial killer-looking motherfucker.”

She stared at him without blinking for an impressive twenty seconds. “He’s fine. Nobody notices him.”

“I mean, yeah, he’s about as bland as wallpaper. Like… Hot wallpaper, but generic-hot. You get me?”

“You have been saying it in so many different ways,” Jody exclaimed. “How can I not get it?”

[gaystropod]

They said I have a universal blood type I can give to anyone in need but only receive from someone exactly like me and I'm trying to be positive But oh, it's really hard I'm a loner, I'm a loser Won't you shoot me in my heart? Put me down like a lame horse Or send me to the farm Where all the dogs go I've been a really good dog, can I come inside? Yeah, I've been such a good girl, can we go for a ride? I'm on a real short leash, but I like it tight You know I'm such a sweet girl, but I can really bite (I can really bite) 'Cause my dog died last year He fell asleep in my embrace And the very last thing I told him was "See you soon and we can race" You know a mercy kill is what I seek I didn't ask to live, but dying's up to me I've been a really good dog, can I come inside? Yeah, I've been such a good girl, can we go for a ride? I'm on a real short leash, but I like it tight You know I'm such a sweet girl, but I can really bite Well, they say all dogs go to Heaven Well, what about a bitch? What about an evil girl Left clawing in a ditch? Tell the three people who asked that I am in a better place With lots of trees and lots of grass And lots of lots of chocolate cake 'Cause I'm not old, but I am tired I'm not strong, I'm very weak I'm not old, but I am tired I'm not here, I'm somewhere else I'm not old, but I am tired I'm one hundred ninety-six In dog years, I have seen enough I've seen it all I've been a really good dog, can I come inside? Yeah, I've been such a good girl, can I go for a ride? I'm on a real short leash, but I like it tight You know I'm such a sweet girl, but I can really bite Down like a lame horse Or send me to the farm Where all the dogs go

[mightnotfeelrealbutitsok]

Marian loved Guy

She was 'stirred' by him. Guy knew so. She didn't deny it when Robin said it. The writers endorsed it as their personal view. Thank you.

She was willing to marry him! At that one point before everything was lost. Marian thought Robin was dead and she went ahead and offered Guy her hand if he would only kill the Sheriff. With Robin out of the way she had very few objections to marrying him and he was an easy second choice. She could fix him. She wanted him really.

'I cared for you; I still care for you!' 'Everything we've ever had or could have'. Excuse me? And she said those at a point when she was broken down and pleading with Guy - I doubt she was pretending. She acknowledged they had a thing going on and it mattered to her.

And Guy said 'there was something between us' and he was right. Marian couldn't fake all their chemistry. Like the way they teased each other when she followed him on business.

She resigned to their first wedding quite peacefully - she only really pulled out because she needed to save her father from death. She knew Guy had 'qualities' which wouldn't make it all that terrible to be his wife i.e passion, devotion, chivalry, poise, attractiveness and all that Robin lacked.

She was certainly wowed when she walked in on Guy dressing.

And she took the chance to give him THAT kiss when other things would've worked as a distraction. Also, are you telling me they weren't kissing for the whole time Robin was reviving himself from the dead and escaping? The sequencing would say yes. She could've given him an innocent kiss, like a kiss she would give Robin! But no; Guy evoked more passion than Robin ever would.

She loved that gorgeous horse Guy gave her and spitefully told Robin he could do better at giving her gifts. I hate gender roles but Guy was a real girl-provider and pleaser and Robin was a lame boyfriend.

She wouldn't let him die. Multiple times.

She decided to go back to the castle after staying at the camp for such a short time! When Marian and Robin were up in the tree there were definitely other ways she could have escaped - Robin didn't want the whole hostage thing. But Marian was a bit too keen to go back to the castle, giving up being with Robin who she supposedly loves sooo much, returning to actual living conditions and to Guy.

She was so happy when he came back to defend Nottingham - the look on her face - the way they stood to meet the attack and she put her hand on his arm. They were so coupling that episode (except she refused to marry him).

She was perfectly willing to accede to Guy's request and stay at the castle to 'make the place bearable'. Our girl just wanted to be with him really.

She saw the side of him which wanted to build a home instead of burn one. She was well aware of his potential as a lover.

......

Marian didn't love Guy

She said 'I would rather die than be with you, Guy of Gisborne.'

[baronetcoins]

WIP Name Asks

Tagged by @star-grazing who I anticipate will be saddened by how many properly temeraire wips I have (none)

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

henriad

I need you to put me down like a lame horse

untitled document

negotiation

honestly I don't know what's happening to me anymore

my own bisclavret au

archers never made good kings

left some teeth

selkie au for real

assume the port of mars

aliens at agincourt

other

ahamkara au (destiny)

that is.. somehow more and less than I thought. Some of these (many) are still on here from the last time I got tagged in this lmao send Help.

Tagging, if you so wish, @kangoo, @arcaneglitch, @bidoofenergy, and @chiropteracupola

[hitomisuzuya]

Scaramouche x Fatui!fem! reader. SFW In Which Scara discovers how you picked up on handling him when he got difficult to deal with. Featuring a horse. Some footnotes at the end with definitions of some horse terms used. Please enjoy❤️

You were looking a map with Scaramouche and a friend of yours. It was her map that you were looking at by the way. You felt guilty because you were the reason why they were even stopped to begin with, sort of.

You often rode your horse out on joint operations. Your friend, one of her subordinates or yours would ride behind you if your squads were travelling a long distance on foot.

You offered Scaramouche the same offer, but he only blew you off saying that he didn't get tired. "I swear that fucking creature hates me. It always looks like he glaring at me or sizing me up. It's offensive. It's like he can see inside my soul everytime he looks at me*." Men weren't allowed to ride behind you because it required wrapping their arms around your waist.

Let's just say that he was at odds with your horse in a competition for your affection and love.

Earlier that afternoon, your horse had turned up a little lame* when the frog* of his hoof clipped against a rock. He would be fine once you removed the rock.

However..

"Ma'am! I'm sorry but, we need you right away!" One of your friend's subordinates said, running up to you like his life depended on it.

Scaramouche glared, looking offended that he'd interrupted him while you discussed how best to proceed forward because one of the paths your groups was going to take was now blocked by a fallen tree blown down during an intense thunderstorm last night.

"What is it?" You asked before Scaramouche could threaten him and make the situation worse.

"We were only trying to help you and remove the rock from his hoof. But he..he just got so angry so fast that someone other than you or our leader was handling him.."

"Shit! I told you all to wait five minutes for me," you said, glancing at your friend before sprinting the clearing you'd left your horse in. Your friend and Scaramouche (who was walking) hot on your heels.

'Well at least they were smart enough to remove my tack* and tried to put a halter* on.' You thought, skidding to a stop to assess the situation.

Your riding equipment was all but dumped on the ground. Your tall, gray horse was rearing up, pawing at the air with his hooves. His liquid brown eyes were darting around, desperately trying to find you.

"Tch, I'll handle this," Scaramouche scoffed as he put his hat on your head. He knew he shouldn't, but your horse was lashing out so violently and at random that he thought you might get hurt. "Fucking idiots, all of them," he added, watching handfuls of subordinates trying to calm the beast down.

"Ugh, everyone stop!" You commanded, even Scaramouche was surprised at how fast he stopped. "Nobody move a muscle, especially you," you said as you walked passed Scaramouche.

The second your horse heard your voice, he seemed to calm down almost instantly. But he was still very frightened. "I'm following her," Scaramouche said, gritting his teeth.

"No you won't. Just stand here and watch, it's been a long time since I've seen her do her thing," your friend said, ignoring the glare Scaramouche gave her. You and your friend has grown up together in Snezhnaya. She'd even used her exceptional leadership qualities and skills in strategy to be placed on your squad so she could watch out for you when you joined the Fatui. She was your Lieutenant, and your right hand woman. You both led your squads together, grouping them together into one.

Scaramouche had to admit he was in awe even if it wasn't evident on his face. So this was how you were always able to handle him so well when he got pissy. It was all because of this difficult creature.

"Easy there, sweetie, I'm right here," you cooed softly, reaching up to pet his neck as he pushed his nose into your chest, nuzzling you. "I'm sorry everyone didn't listen to me and scared you so badly. They didn't mean to. They were only trying to help."

You motioned with your hand for one of the subordinates holding the halter to hand it to you. You put on, patted his neck, and bent down to pick up his hoof, flicking the rock out of it. "There we go, all better now," you giggled when your horse beared full weight on his leg without a problem, looking relieved.

"Avert your eyes, worms. I can see some of you staring at her ass!" Scaramouche snarled, making your horse turn his head quickly to look at him.

"And don't mind him," you told your horse, patting his neck again and rubbing his forehead, "He has a natural asshole voice. Scara isn't as bad as he sounds, I promise."

He heard your friend laugh when she saw him blush lightly from embarrassment as his reputation seemed to suffer a big hit.

*tack is riding equipment. A saddle and bridle.

*a halter is something a horse wears when they aren't being ridden. It's purpose should be self explanatory.

*the frog is the only feeling a horse has in their hoof. Thing of it like the bed of your fingernails. Ouch if your cut your fingernails too far into nail bed, right? It's in a triangle shape on the bottom of the hoof.

*lame is when a horse limps.

*a horse knows everything about you the moment they look at you.

@kichikichiko I know you are here. Do you see yourself in this. Thank you for the sweet Tighnari comfort headcanons. They really mean a lot and I will treasure them everytime I reread them.

[dear-wormwoods]

Happy New Year!

I know I haven’t been posting much lately, but I do like to write something every year on New Year’s Eve so I can look back on things if I want to in the future.

So 2023 was a pretty awesome year for me, to be honest. I really didn’t accomplish any of my goals from my last New Year’s post, except for continuing my Duolingo streak, but you know what? It’s totally fine. I set myself back financially and made no progress on getting in shape, but I had a lot of fun!! And that’s really what this year, particularly this summer, was about.

Travel Highlights:

Went to Colorado in June/July, had an amazing spa day and fancy dinner on my birthday, did a bunch of really cool hikes and took a ton of photos, had more fancy dinners, saw 4th of July fireworks over the Denver skyline, went to museums including the Molly Brown house and the best prehistoric exhibit I’ve ever seen, saw moose and elk, and generally had the best time ever.

Visited my aunts in North Carolina for the first time, and had a great time. They convinced me to treat myself while we were at a real jewelry store so I got myself some diamond earrings. Because why the hell not? I’m an adult with a salary, and I don’t need to save or put toward bills every penny I make.

Went to Ocean City in Maryland for the first time as well, which was a ton of fun even though I’m not the most beachy person ever. Ate crabs, got wasted, rode rides, saw wild horses, and then afterward went to Hershey Park which was also a lot of fun and had great roller coasters!

Went to Colorado AGAIN spur of the moment in November because we finally got invited to go to Casa Bonita. So we did that, of course, went on an awesome winter hike in RMNP, got massages, and had a fancy dinner at a Chianti event in Denver.

I also went to a few shows this year:

Iron & Wine in July which is definitely a highlight of the year because he is my favorite musician and I’d never seen him before. Super intimate acoustic show so I didn’t get any pics or videos but I’ll remember it forever, especially that he played my favorite song!

Modest Mouse, Lord Huron, and a bunch of smaller bands at a two day festival in August. Such a fun time, and both headliners were SO good. Lord Huron is a newer find, but I’ve been listening to Modest Mouse for over a decade and never saw them live!

Death Cab for Cutie and The Postal Service in September, for the 20th Anniversary Transatlanticism and Give Up tour. This was my second time seeing Death Cab but this show was special because both bands played those two albums in full, and Transatlanticism is one of my favorite albums ever.

Other cool things:

Went to a fancy tea room in Boston.

Saw Titanic in theaters TWICE during the 25th anniversary rerelease.

Saw a queer comedy show.

Practiced drawing more, but not as much as I’d like.

Went to the gym slightly more consistently.

Cooked some great meals.

Started writing a fanfic I love, which I truly do intend to finish!

Went on a couple of writing weekend trips to Maine which did of course include lobster and a dessert bar.

Had many snuggles with my cats.

Made sweet desserts for my family’s Thanksgiving and Christmas get togethers.

Played a billion hours of The Sims, and took hundreds of screenshots for my save’s very extensive family tree.

Cut down on waitressing hours at the expense of my savings account so I can have weekends back and not burn out so easily.

Other than all that, I went to work and that was fine, tried dating a few times but nothing panned out, and just kind of hung out and did my thing most days.

Huge shout out to @terieri who not only is my travel buddy, but also willingly came to all those concerts, and is the only person who is as invested in my Sims lives as I am! This year would have been super lame without her.

2023 was all about having fun, exploring, doing new things, and eating great food. It gave me a lot of memories and while I know I won’t be able to afford having another year like this for some time, hopefully I can make 2024 pretty great too!

I hope you all have a wonderful night doing whatever you choose to do on New Year’s Eve, and that 2024 starts off amazingly for you all. For myself, I like to get takeout and play video games so that’s what I’m going to do.

❤️