#your time is valuable and I want to respect that without long wait times for shipping

[stitchy-face]

Hi! Firstly, I adore your art so much! The linework is always so lovely, and your colours are amazing! (Not to mention your design omg) Anyway, gushing aside, I was wondering if you would ever consider selling prints of the 'Self Made Man' art piece?

Hi, thank you so much that is so sweet of you to say!

SO first of all this is my most popular asked question (which I'm always thankful for) and in its year of existence I've never done a print run for it.

I do plan on making prints but there's just been so much on my plate with regards to other projects (and the ability to house a lot of prints in my home office) that's stopped me from doing it. Namely I've been working on an entire comic and that takes a chunk of my attention.

I know I've never given a proper time but I know how much this piece means to some people (your tags are very dear to me) and I'd like to get a print run out I just. Need a little more time still to get things in order! The interest always warms my heart though 💛

[cursingtoji]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 — 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥!𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

part 2 of Sweet Sacrifice

summary: Chainsaw man universe where humans can form contracts with devils in exchange of sacrificing something valuable.

cw: chainsaw man spoilers (anime only), self insert into csm canon, reader is in love with Aki, dub-con, heavy oral (f -> m), deep throat. choking, bruises, spit, failed attempt of masturbation, Sukuna has a normal human form (at least for now), reader goes into Sukunas domain, as per the last chapter reader is a virgin 4k words.

note: this was very fun to write, quick info… for reasons of “just cause” himeno is not into aki in this series. also i have plans for the next chapters but feel free to speculate

After the last mission with Aki you felt like everyone at the public safety building looked at you weirdly, like they were trying to understand how a not so skillful hunter finished a strong devil by herself.

Aki thankfully taught you to not share too much about your devils and the contracts, so you knew how to defend yourself if anyone asked you about Sukuna.

“Makima-sama wants to see us” Aki said, joining your walk.

“Great” you mumbled ironically but followed him anyway.

Aki knocked and you heard Makima calling you in.

After a quick greeting she started asking about the report from your previous assignment together. You haven’t read it before Aki submitted it so you allowed him to confirm the information.

“...So you summoned Sukuna with a cursed word and he appeared beside you?” Makima asked you directly.

That was not what happened. Sukuna took your body. Aki would not lie about this, but you know the actual truth is not what he would’ve written as well. Having Sukuna taking control of your body was a huge risk for the public safety, the type of risk that could get you executed like a devil.

“Actually—“ he started.

“I’m not asking you” her eyes did not leave yours.

“No, my contract with Sukuna allows me to use his strength as it was my own, he does not manifest physically as another entity. If Hayakawa wrote that, my apologies, he was hurt and probably confused, I should’ve explained better” you took the fault knowing that Aki did not write what Makima said.

“Very well” she seemed pleased with your answer and you could hear Aki exhaling relieved, “What did Sukuna take?” the question got you in alert mode. That was your superior asking. What should you say? Would she know if you lie?

“Makima-sama, with all due respect, I don’t think she needs to disclose that information” your eyes widened, you never saw him standing up for Makima like that.

“It’s nothing that’s gonna be missed,” you added, not wanting Aki to suffer any consequences.

“Fine, congratulations y/n, thanks to your new contract you have an offer to join the 3rd division.”

“What?” Aki and you said at the same time.

Makima slid an envelope to you.

“They need an answer till the end of the week, you may go now. Hayakawa you stay” you bowed, still a little confused and left the room not without exchanging a look with Aki, “Leave the door open” she ordered.

On your way out you saw a blond kid waiting outside, upon hearing Makima's voice he quickly fixed his posture and entered the room.

You haven’t even taken the offer and Makima was already replacing you as Aki’s partner. Bitch.

You went back to your desk, and found that week’s patrol shift. Today you were by yourself, patrolling a chill area and replying to the radio channel which the local police uses to call for public safety back up.

You sighed, knowing this day was gonna be long and boring. Leaving the building, you decided to walk to your area, using a path Aki and you would always take. Before you got to your destiny, something drew your attention to an alley. It was the middle of the day, you doubted a devil could be there, either way you carefully approached the source of the noise and recognized Aki’s voice.

Hiding behind an irregular wall you listened to the conversation. You couldn’t see them without them seeing you, but it was obvious he was beating the shit out of someone, you assumed it was the skinny boy from before.

“Makima-san is not the kind of woman a punk like you should be chasing” followed by the indistinguishable sound of fist hitting a face.

“Sounds to me you like her too” the boy replied. You felt your heart sinking.

Why was Aki defending Makima? So what if that newbie wanted to be her new dog? To hell both of them…

But why does Aki have to get involved? You wanted him to defend your honor and only you—

What honor?

You heard that familiar and yet strange voice inside your head.

You swallowed your shame and left the alley, wanting to focus on anything but Aki.

It’s not like you could have him anyways.

“You greedy asshole” Denji kicked Aki’s balls once again, “I saw you partner, what else do you want, huh?” he kicked again, “You get to hang out with a hot chick like that everyday and you’re giving me shit for wanting the same with Makima? Fuck you” before he could give another kick he saw Aki wasn’t getting up, “Shit”.

Two days later, when the sun was setting you ran into Aki when you were leaving a house after finishing executing a small devil. He was talking to the cops outside.

“Hey, I beat you on this one” you smiled at him.

“I heard you replying the call on the radio” he defended, “Just wanted to come by in case…”

“In case what? In case I couldn’t handle it? Please, that devil was the size of a pigeon” you made a sign to the cops that it was done.

“So, do you miss me already?” you teased him.

“In comparison to those two I miss you every hour of the day” he threw that statement unbothered, it was enough to make some blood rush to your face.

“That’s right, you have a fiend now as well” you giggled imagining how Aki dealt with the fiend, he confirmed with a grumpy face.

“Have you accepted the offer?” he asked.

“Oh I forgot about it” indeed you haven’t even opened the letter yet, “I’ll take till the end of the week.”

“Why?”

“I’m just not thrilled to work with a bunch of freaks.”

“That's basically what division 4 is now” you laughed and he smiled.

“They are living with me, you know” Aki picked up a cigarette and lit it up, you watched waiting for him to continue, he took a long drag and extended the cigarette to you, “Power, the fiend and Denji, the Chainsaw”.

“Chainsaw huh…” you wondered, “Why though?”

“Makima-sama asked me to” you felt that weird tightening in your stomach again.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I guess I am.”

Since you haven’t given an answer to the offer yet, Makima put you with division 4 on a mission the next day to recover a piece of the gun devil in a hotel. There you got to meet the new members and saw your senpai, Himeno.

“They don’t look so bad” you whispered to Aki, he even got the devils to call him senpai… after a bribe but whatever works.

“Give it some time.”

During that week so far you have been feeling weird, ever since that night with Sukuna actually, if you can even call it that. Every night after a stressful work day you recalled that event, silently expecting him to show up again, but nothing. So you managed to drift your focus to something else, by now that tactic has only made you more and more horny.

“…will give you one as well” your attention was drawn back to the current situation when Himeno said your name and put an arm around your shoulders.

“What?” the team was looking at you weirdly, especially the Chainsaw boy, “I’ll give a what?”

“A kiss to whoever defeats the devil.”

“Not a chance.”

Denji started to talk about how he already decided who he’s gonna kiss.

“…when it comes to sex stuff it feels way better when its with two people who get each other.”

You couldn’t hold back a scoff/laugh, it was automatic given the situation you were in, no one seemed to have noticed your reaction but when your eyes met Aki’s looking at you weirdly you decided to put an end to that subject, Himeno seemed to have convinced Denji anyways.

“Let’s go” you called and all of you entered the building. The rookies leading the way meanwhile the three of you stayed a bit behind.

You let your thoughts wander, thinking about what sex would feel like with Sukuna.

Next time I won’t be so good.

That’s what he said last. You have no idea what he meant by that, or what to expect next, but something made you think you were gonna find it out soon enough.

A couple minutes later chaos seemed to have taken over, power killed an ugly fucking walking head, then you all got stuck inside the 8th floor, Kobeni was crying and trying to drink toilet water, Denji was sleeping like a baby. After looking around you gave up trying to find a way out and simply layed on a bed in an empty room.

“Could’ve been worse” you murmured to yourself. You seem to have all this time and nothing to do.

The bed was pretty comfortable… your core still burned, would it be too bad if…?

You slowly brought your hand down your uniform till your finger found your clit over the material of your trousers.

You sighed, felt good, you needed some release. You closed your eyes, circling that spot and thinking of that night when Sukuna had control, but instead you imagined Aki to be one touching you and—

“AARGH” you screamed louder than you should’ve, a sudden sharp pain in your lower lips had taken you off guard. When you looked down you found Sukuna’s mouth in your palm “Did you fucking bite me?!” you accused. He clearly bit you through the pants.

“When I told you I was gonna be the only one touching I meant it, not even you can touch yourself got it?”

“That’s ridiculous I—“ your left hand seemed to have transformed into his again, bigger with sharp black nails, he went straight for your neck, choking you.

Down the hall you heard Aki calling your name, he probably heard your scream and was now opening every room to find you.

You panicked, not wanting him to find Sukunas hand around your neck.

“Sukuna” you begged.

“That’s not my name.”

“M-master please…”

“Say you won’t do it again” his grip tightened, cutting your breath, Aki’s voice was closer.

“I— won’t— I p-promise” you chocked out.

Right when he let go of you and you gained the control of your hand back again Aki barged in.

“What’s wrong?” he rushed to your side on the bed, putting his hands on your shoulders to take a look at your face while you coughed.

You managed to come out with a lie about having a nap then waking up from a nightmare and choking with nothing. He didn’t seem to believe it but didn’t ask anymore questions thankfully.

“I need smoke” he got up from the bed, “Come” and took your hand making you go with him.

You hated to lie to Aki, it was necessary, but whenever you felt his skin touch yours like that you almost felt like giving up on everything, on Sukuna, on being a hunter…

“Himeno-senpai, do you have any cigarettes left?”

“I want one too” you added

“Sorry, that’s the last one,” she replied.

Both you and Aki asked for it, Himeno gave him first then he gave you. You realized how close you were to each other’s faces when Denji screamed “indirect triple kiss!” you giggled while Aki told him to shut it.

More time had passed, you have no idea what time it is but you really wished you had taken a nap. Now, Himeno, Aki and you were lying on the hall facing the huge disgusting blob the devil had become.

Himeno asked Aki if he had a plan, he always had a plan, but this time the only thing you were certain of was not killing Denji since that’s what the devil wanted.

“I’ll use the sword” your heart skipped a beat, you quickly protested it as well as Himeno.

“I’ll use Sukuna first” you argued.

“Who? What’s that?” Denji asked.

“That’s one of the devils I have a contract with—“ you started to explain but Aki cut you off.

“He’s not gonna be useful here. If that thing doesn’t have any weakness there’s nothing Sukuna can do.”

“Oh and what can your sword do?” his words made your blood boil, was he trying to underestimate your contract with Sukuna? Underestimate you?

“Oi, no fighting” Himeno interrupted, but before you could continue Aki got up, taking you with him by your arm before the devil moved in your direction, then you were running.

Fuck, you needed to do something.

The whole floor starts to bend in the devils direction, you found a stable place in one of the rooms, Kobeni was screaming about throwing Denji to the devil.

“I’ll use the sword” Aki said and you got the cursed word to summon Sukuna on the tip of your tongue.

“I’m not gonna do it” he said from inside your head.

Fucker.

“Himeno” you warned her, Denji was not about to become devil food, but you also didn’t want Aki to lose years of his life by using the sword.

“Die!” Kobeni screamed and ran towards Denji with a knife.

“Enchain” you called.

You lost consciousness for no more than 5 seconds, but when you came back Kobeni was on the floor, a bloodied knife beside her and—

“Aki” you whispered nothing but the pool of blood coming out of him “Sukuna… what the fuck”.

“You called too late little hunter, that was not our deal, you’re gonna pay for it” he replied in that voice only you could hear.

You kneeled beside Aki while he defended Denji and Power tried to manipulate his blood, when she touched him he flinched and reached for the closest thing that happened to be your hand.

Himeno was freaking out, the Kobeni again, until Denji got up.

“If I manage to kill this fucking devil, I still expect to get that kiss” he screamed at Himeno but looked at you too before explaining his plan. That boy was deranged, but you liked him.

So long have passed, Denji was still slicing the eternity devil, Power really seemed to have stopped Aki’s bleeding, you managed to not fall sleep while laying beside him, you wanted to make sure he was still alive, so you keep waking yourself up.

“Hey” he murmured, “you have awful eye bags.”

“I would punch you if you weren’t stabbed” you murmured back. He adjusted himself getting closer to you, he was pale but not as much as when he got hit by the knife, “I’m glad you’re okay” you placed your head on his shoulder.

“Can he hear us talking?” he whispered.

“Who?”

“Sukuna” you looked up.

“I don’t think so” you replied, Sukuna only seemed to be around when you were by yourself or in a stressful situation.

“I saw him” Aki moved some hairs away from your face, “When you said the word, I saw your features change, your eyes got darker, he didn’t do anything, but he smiled when I got stabbed, you smiled…” your eyes widened.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve done something myself” your heart broke, Aki sounded so fragile.

“It’s okay, I’m fine” he placed his arm on your shoulder, resting his cheek on your forehead, “Can you promise me something?”

“Maybe, what?”

“If you don’t feel safe with Sukuna, terminate the contract.”

Safe…

“I’ll think about it.”

Thankfully Denji was right, he managed to defeat the devil by himself, freeing everyone else from the 8th floor. While Power was holding Aki on her back, you approached Denji.

“You must be exhausted,” you murmured.

“It’s not so ba—“ you gave his cheek a peck when he wasn’t looking at you directly.

“Well, you deserved it so…” before you finished he fell backwards, but Himeno got him when he was about to hit the floor.

“Let’s get them to the hospital” Himeno said and you agreed.

With Aki and Denji spending the night in the hospital for observation, you decided to go back home and check on them the next day.

Home seemed to embrace you when you arrived, finally having your own food and a decent shower.

After a long time washing your body and hair you stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you, but the second your toe touched the ground you heard a voice

“Enchain”.

And everything around you changed like you were transported somewhere else.

“What the…” it seemed like a dark cave, looking down you seemed to be standing on a wet floor, was that blood? It didn’t smell like blood, although the place looked like it was rotting it didn’t smell like anything weird. There were bones around, piles of them, and a huge spine above you.

“Don’t look around without permission” you heard him again, behind you.

“You—“ when you turned around you met his naked chest.

Only then you realized you haven’t seen Sukuna in a human form since your contract, you forgot how tall he was. He was wearing a white robe, tied around his waist, from that point up his torso was exposed, black lines adorning it.

You took a step back, raising your head to look at his face, he had an obnoxious smile and a look of superiority.

“Where the fuck am I?”

“In my domain, basically in my mind” he turned around and sat down on a throne made of bones.

“That explains why this place is so creepy... How do I get out?”

“You can’t until I say so.”

“Suk—“ you rolled your eyes and was about to say his name in a very disrespectful tone until you met his serious face, “What do you want?”

“Do I have to remind you of our deal? You said Enchain, now you gotta pay.”

“You did nothing” you crossed your arms, “I may have said it but you failed to keep your word.”

“Watch your mouth, hunter. Contracts have power, if I hadn’t held my end of the deal I would’ve suffered the consequences, but here we are. If that dumb head of yours wasn’t so busy thinking about getting fucked you would’ve realized that was nothing for me to do in that situation”

You opened your mouth to argue back, but quickly realized you were in no position to do so.

“Whatever, let’s get this over with” with that he pulled the only thing that was covering your body, the white towel, and threw it away.

You attempted to cover yourself, but he pushed your shoulders down until you fell on your knees in front of his throne.

“Sukuna, not here” whatever was under the wet ground was rough on your knees, and the whole setting made you uneasy. All the skulls laying around seemed to be watching you.

“I said I wasn’t going to be good, especially after you misbehaved so badly earlier. Tell me, little hunter, have you used that mouth of yours to something other than pointless arguments?” Sukuna leaned back on the throne, spreading his thick legs and undoing the knot on his robe. The angle you were in gave you a pretty good look on what you were going to be working with.

If there was a source of light behind Sukuna you would have his dick casting a shadow on your entire face.

“Sukuna…” you called his name in scared tone, all your confidence fading out as you noticed from up close the thick veins.

“Do I really have to teach you everything?” he pulled away from the throne backrest getting closer to you, roughly taking your wrist and turning your palm up.

When you met his eyes he had a mischievous look, he snorted leaving you wondering what about your expression he found funny.

Then he spited in your palm and made you wrap it around his length.

You couldn’t help but gasp, such a dirty act and still your thighs were pressed together as hard as you could to get some friction on your core.

You had no idea what the average size was, but Sukuna was definitely above that. Your fingers weren’t even close to touch, how were you supposed to…?

“Come closer” he spread his legs, Sukuna was back to his original position, back against the rest, looking down at you like you were a bug. You noticed the frown was gone, like he was more relaxed.

You obeyed, moving more into the middle of his legs your face now just inches from his dick.

His hand guided yours up, stopping before the head and going back down encouraging you to squeeze his base, his chest was rising faster as you learned the way he liked it. You approached the dark red tip, giving it a kitten lick to test waters, a satisfied groan from the devil made your face heat up.

“Don’t be shy” he placed his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down his hard cock as you put your hands on his thighs for support.

Sukuna pulled you back before he hit the back of your throat, when your lips reached his tip you sucked it and felt his hand closing and pulling your hair.

“Liked the taste?” he teased. You would never admit it out loud… but you did. The bitterness of it and his scent made you high.

Being a virgin you didn’t expect a cock to be so hot. Literally. You felt your cheeks burn just being this close to his hot skin.

Your tongue traced the underside of his length, the warmest point of him. Out of curiosity you reached for his balls too, they ehere even hotter and so heavy.

Sukuna adjusted his hips, tilting it a little but enough to make you gag on it.

“Open wider” his rough hand held your face, index and tumb forcing the sides of your jaw to stretch more. It hurt, you wined, sinking your nails on his thigh, “Relax…”

You’ve read porn before, you know what you’re supposed to do, in theory.

“I need to buy cigarettes, you can wait here” Aki told you when you reached a convenience store.

“I’ll go in with you” you replied, while Aki went to the counter you walked to where the maganize were. You picked the newest edition of a popular one, flipping through it you found an interesting article. It was a reader question for the recurring sexologist. My husband never comes when I suck him off, what should I do to improve my head game?

You brought the magazine closer, not fully reading the answer but just scanning your eyes over the words that stood out the most.

Create a vacuum by pursing your lips… focus on the frenulum… suck the balls… swallow when it reaches the back of your—

“You buying this?” Aki was suddenly beside you, your head was basically inside the magazine, thankfully shielding the content.

“No, there’s nothing good” you closed it quickly and put it back.

You should’ve come back for that.

Taking a deep breath you tried to relax your throat as Sukuna applied pressure to the back of your head, as soon as his thickness reaches the very back of your throat your eyes fill with water.

“That’s it, choke around my cock, little hunter. Allow me to bruise that throat of yours” he thrusted his hips and you realized you have almost no control over it anymore, just to surrender to the situation. A mixture of liquids accumulated on your chin, almost dripping.

Sukuna loved this more than he should, you looked so helpless. But those eyes didn’t deceive him, he could see the lust, the hazy look and your delicate hand under his balls told him the secrets you didn’t.

“You’re such a whore, you know that?” you swallowed, “You know why?” he bent, one hand still on the back of your head and the other around your neck, he pushed you until your lips were amost at his base. All the heavy meat of his cock down your throat.

Your teary eyes tried to look up at him, the hand on your neck closed around it, Sukuna could feel his own shape there. You eyes widened realizing you could barely breath.

“Because good girls don’t take dick like this” he trusted a few more times until you felt it twitch, your hair was aggressively being pulled but the hand around your neck kept you in place while he shot hot loads down your mouth.

“Eat it” he commanded and you obeyed, shutting your eyes and swallowing it, although it was a lot.

Sukuna pulled you away, mesmerized by the string of cum and saliva connecting your mouth to his cock.

You inhaled for the first time since this started but soon began to cough, your jaw ached and your legs were numb beneath you.

“Monster” you managed to murmur in a extremely husky voice.

“Please” he was catching up his own breath, through blurry eyes you could see his abdomen was sweaty, his thigh was trembling. Sukuna bent, supporting his elbows on his knees to get really close to your messed face, his huge hand approached your face and out of reflex you fliched, but with a delicacy you would never expect he removed the strands of your hair that got caugh in your wet face. The sudden act made your face soften, he ran a thumb over your swallowed lips, rubbing the saliva off, he looked at you with a proud smirk. You felt vulnerable at that moment, his eyes didn't seem dangerous, and he was so close you couldn’t help but close your eyes and reach for a kiss.

You found nothing.

Opening your eyes again you saw the tiles of your bathroom, finding yourself naked on the floor. Droplets of your wet hair ran down your back, you took your towel off the floor and wrap it around your shoulders and attempted to get up, groaning from the pain on your knees. The groan scratched your sore throat and you started to cough again, moving to the sink you lowered your head trying to get some water but the image in the mirror scared you. There was a clear imprint of a hand around your neck, you traced it in shock. You thought about what to say tomorrow at work, should you wear a scarf?

But the most important question was: how deeply involved were you with Sukuna now that he had literally marked you?

[team7-headquarter]

Thinking again about how Sakura and Tsunade are depicted as violent women for comedy relief purposes and how much it links to their value as people in the war setting of Naruto.

Let's start with the obvious: In Naruto, the more capable of violence an individual is, the more the shinobi system finds them valuable.

That's because they are always at war or waiting to be at war. They need to be a threat in order to be respected and in consequences, defenseless people can't speak without someone with great power or influence willing to back them up.

The Land of the Waves is the perfect example.

Now, it's very important to say that comedy relief moments in Naruto aren't meant to be taken all seriously. They tell us about the characters and their dynamics, but "women beats men" is a trope that most of the time is meant to be taken as a sort of compliment for the female characters of Naruto. It means they are strong and won't take any bullshit, that they are assertive, have a strong personality and generally they are great fighters.

I'm not defending the trope. I don't like the trope myself, but it is what it is.

This sort of "masculinization" of the women of a story is common for older media. "She's not like the other girls!", "she was raised with 5 brothers, so she's very tough!", "she does (insert activity that is associated with the male stereotype) so she worries no man will ever find her feminine enough to date her", blah blah blah.

It is followed by the author stating that they are still very much women, capable of being wanted and being feminine— you know the rest.

Those characters are always overcompensating for some vulnerability of their past. They were or felt like helpless little girls at some point, so they decided to grow strong to prevent anyone from hurting them or their loved ones again.

It doesn't matter if their natural positions should have given them some advantage. They were kids and more than that, they were women. It's a given that they were going to be discredited.

In Tsunade's case, she was the granddaughter of the two Hokages, a student of the third one, she was a Senju, a promising medic nin. Yet, it took Dan to speak for her for other shinobis to take seriously her proposal of assigning a medic nin to each team, at least until the war was over.

Tsunade innovated the way wars were fought. It is a fact. What needs to be said about medic nins in times of war is that their services will always work in favor of violence. They save soldiers so they can keep fighting, right? To have the best medic nins on your side makes your tropes terrifying to other countries, 'cause yours would not stay down for long. They would die less, get less sick, it'd be harder to take them down.

Tsunade's first vulnerable moment was when her little brother (Nawaki) died. That's her first time really feeling like a helpless little child. Orochimaru was a strong punch to the gut too, but nothing as bad as losing Dan. She convinced herself that she had put a curse on them by accident and isolated herself.

You remember what she's famous for?

Her beauty, her temperament and her skills.

She's pretty, but don't play with her because she will punch your guts to a new galaxy if you dare.

And that's the joke. Haha, this woman won't let you fool around or disrespect her. She doesn't like feeling like she's being dismissed. In many of the comedy relief situations, Tsunade is punching someone (Jiraiya, Naruto) for being inappropriate when talking to women or existing around women

So it's interesting to think how those scenes were supposed to show the audience that Tsunade was strong and capable and worthy of respect. Look, she is dangerous so it's better not to interrupt her while she's speaking or do not underestimate her for being a women

It was explicitly stated in her fight with Madara, where he called her a weak woman. No comedy there.

Now, those funny-violence gags are not reserved for women. We saw Naruto punch people too because he thought they were being unserious.

I think the real problem comes with the fact that such comedy was maximized with Sakura Haruno

Sakura is the original helpless little girl. Before any other female character, we were presented with a too smart for her own good brat with anger issues who based all her worth on how well she could compete on the social scenario of teenage girls.

In order to understand Sakura, we need to place her side by side with Naruto. They are the hero and the heroine of the manga. They were the first male and female characters we saw being bullied. They were both loud and annoying. None of them thought before speaking or considering how their actions could hurt others. They blindly thought they knew what they wanted, who they liked and who they hated. They had their rivals/best friends and that feeling of not belonging, of always being invisible, of being ignored. Naruto accumulated rage appeared in the form of Kurama, but Sakura had that inner version of herself.

All I'm saying is that Sakura is full of issues and insecurities. Her normal life didn't save her from it, despite what other characters could think.

What was Sakura's arc through Naruto Classic? Do you remember? It was her learning that being shinobis was not a game and that she needed to become dangerous if she wanted to be and do anything in that world of hers. It was not enough to memorize concepts, because applying that knowledge in the safety of a classroom was very different from actually fighting for her life.

Sakura spoke mostly through Naruto back in their genin days. We know she impressed Ibiki Morino with her intelligence and Kakashi gave her some high praise during the Chunning Exams. Those comedy relief was meant to show us that she had the potential, but she needed to learn first.

Turning her into a new version of Tsunade was Kishimoto's way of complimenting her. He gave her the beauty, the strength and the skills. Most importantly, Kishimoto gave Sakura the means to make people shut up and listen to her. There is a reason to consider her within the narrative that doesn't extend to her value to other characters (aka how much team 7 cared about her).

What another example? Think of Temari or Chiyo or Kushina. They are all accomplished kunoichis with attitude and a mean punch.

The contrary is the stereotype of quiet girls who are either made fun of for being weird or get discredited for not being the "violent" type.

[berylcups]

I feel bad because this is my 3rd ask in less than 24 hrs, lmao 😭 anyway... I think u said you had pt.3 brainrot rn? Me too lmaoo, could you do hcs of the crusaders with an s/o who's standing kinda works like Wanda's powers from Marvel? I think that would be dope asf, tyty!!! 🩵

Hey sorry for the long wait! I assumed you meant Wanda from the MCU cannon so that’s what I based readers power off of since her powers are kinda vagueish. (Telekinesis and mind control) I hope this is what you have had in mind-if not please forgive me 😭😭😭 (it’s been forever since I watched a marvel movie…I think Black Panther was the last one? Damn that’s a long time ago!)

SDC X Reader who has powers like Wanda

CW: poopoo mention? Idk nothing really! But be forewarned- I love toilet humor and so does Araki it seems lmao

Notes: I based this off of the MCU Wanda and her powers. I did some research just to make xtra sure since my Marvel knowledge is a lil rusty! But I hope everyone enjoys!

Joseph

“Next you’ll say—I’m going to take control of your body gramps! …wait hold on a minute.”

He’s amused by your abilities! He wants to see you take control of poor bystanders or his grandson and make them do harmless embarrassing things. Silly things like doing a stupid dance, picking their nose, farting loudly in public, just really crude juvenile behavior. You think with him being the oldest he would act the most mature!

Jotaro

“…Stay out of my head bitch/bastard.” He grumbled.

He acts all cool and collected, unaffected by the power of your stand. But internally he’s sweating buckets. The ability to mind control and move objects is a very valuable ability. He’s happy you’re an ally and not one of Dios minions…but if you are, he’s willing to take you on! But he’s going to have to think hard on how to find and exploit your weaknesses!

He really wants to see you in action. Taking control of Steely Dan would have taken a lot of stress out of the whole lovers debacle.

Kakyoin

He thinks your abilities are cool! He’s actually really excited but is too shy to show it. He likes how you can control minds, Hierophant green can control bodies like puppets too. 🙂 it makes him feel good to have something in common with someone.

He does wonder if you can use your telekinesis to play video games or if it takes more concentration to do so… it seems like a good experiment to test out for him! (And me too… I wanna play my switch without having to worry about joycon drift 🥲)

Avdol

Magical! He’s intrigued! He would love to test your limits and help you hone your skills.

He wonders how strong of will you can take control of and how much weight you can carry with your telekinesis.

“My will is strong and my mind is clear. Just try and take control of me!”

Polnareff

“Mind control and telekinesis?! Niiiice. There’s so many things I need you to do!”

He respects your powers and he means well but… he really wants to see you use your powers for shits and giggles.

He wants to see you manipulate objects in front of nonstand users and take control of others minds to make it seem like they are being haunted.

“Tell the madame she’s forever doomed if she doesn’t date the beautiful man with the perfectly styled hair!”

…Don’t do it. He needs to earn love the RIGHT way 😅

Iggy

“Im just a dog. What are you expecting from me???”

*farts*

If you use telekinesis to pick him up he’s gonna PANIC 😱 here we come—Flying Dog!!!

Please fly him above Polnareff so he can fulfill his dream of shitting on his head like a bird. And so he can get revenge on all the other birds that shit on him by shitting back.

He will be your best friend ever after that. No joke. You got yourself a new dog.

[elegantwispsstuff]

Hi

Could you please do bllk boys accidentally hitting their partner and feeling bad about it.

Maybe kaiser barou noa?

A/n: hiii!! Sorry it took so long to get back to you but here is your amazing request I had fun writing this.

Fluff just absolutely pure fluff😭😭

Kaiser

Kaiser had just returned home from a rigorous Blue Lock training session, his body still buzzing with adrenaline. He was grateful for his girlfriend, ____, who had patiently waited for him to arrive. As he entered their cozy living room, he found you sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book.

Eager to see you, Kaiser approached, his eyes not entirely focused as he was lost in thought about the day's practice. Without realizing it, his foot caught the edge of the coffee table, causing him to stumble forward. In a moment of sheer misfortune, his elbow grazed your shoulder, and your book fell to the floor with a thud.

You winced in pain, more from the shock than the actual impact. You looked up at Kaiser, your eyes wide and filled with surprise. Kaiser immediately snapped out of his daze, registering what had just happened. Guilt washed over him like a tidal wave.

"Oh my goodness, ___ I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, quickly reaching out to help you up. "Are you okay?"

You managed a small, pained smile as you accepted his hand and stood up. "I'm fine, just a bit startled," you replied, rubbing your shoulder gently.

Kaiser couldn't forgive himself for his carelessness. He felt a deep sense of remorse for accidentally hurting the person he cared about most. "I can't believe I was so clumsy," he muttered, his expression filled with self-reproach.

Your smile softened, and you placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "It was just an accident, Kaiser. Don't be too hard on yourself."

But Kaiser couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. He knew that he needed to be more mindful, both on and off the field. As he hugged you tightly, he made a silent promise to himself to never let his focus on soccer interfere with his love and care for you.

Barou

Barou, the talented striker from the Blue Lock team, had just returned from an intense training session. The pressure to perform at his best was always on his mind, but today, it seemed to weigh even heavier. His girlfriend, ___ was waiting for him at his apartment, excited to spend some quality time together.

As he entered his living room, Barou's exhaustion seemed to overshadow his joy at seeing you. You rushed to him, trying to steal a quick hug. Startled by your sudden approach, Barou reflexively pushed you away, a little too forcefully. The impact was unintentional but undeniable. You stumbled backward, your expression quickly shifting from surprise to hurt.

Barou's heart sank as he realized what he had just done. He rushed to your side, reaching out to hold you steady. "___, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

You winced in pain, but you nodded, eyes brimming with tears. "I'm fine, Barou, but that really hurt."

Tears welled up in Barou's eyes as guilt washed over him. He had always prided himself on his precision and control on the field, but he had failed to display the same care with the person he loved most. He pulled you into a gentle embrace, his voice trembling with remorse. "I didn't mean to hurt you,___. I'm so, so sorry. You mean everything to me, and I would never want to hurt you."

Your pain slowly subsiding, hugged him back, forgiving but still visibly shaken. "I know you didn't mean it, Barou, but please remember that I'm not an opponent on the field. We can communicate without physical force."

Barou nodded, his grip on you tightening as he promised, "I'll remember that, ___. I'll always be more careful with you."

Their embrace continued, but this time, it was filled with a newfound understanding and a commitment to treat each other with the gentleness and respect they deserved. Barou had learned a valuable lesson that day, one that extended beyond the soccer field and into the most important aspect of his life – his relationship with ___

Noa

Noel Noa had just finished an intense practice session with his Blue Lock teammates. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the field. He couldn't wait to head home and spend some quality time with his girlfriend. She'd been so supportive of his soccer dreams, and he cherished the moments they had together.

As he rushed to get dressed, Noel couldn't shake the adrenaline from practice. He was still on edge, and it showed when he didn't notice you quietly entering the room. Startled, he accidentally swung his arm back just as you was stepping closer.

The unintended impact was gentle, just a tap really, but it caught you off guard, and you stumbled backward. Your surprised gasp made Noel snap out of his reverie immediately. He reached out to steady you, his heart racing faster now for a different reason.

"I'm so sorry, ___," Noel said, his voice filled with genuine concern. He could see a hint of surprise and hurt in her eyes.

You blinked a few times, processing what had just happened. You knew Noel would never intentionally hurt you. "It's okay, Noel," you managed to say, forcing a small smile. "Just caught me off guard, that's all."

But Noel wasn't satisfied with just that. He pulled you gently into his arms, his forehead resting against yours. "I should have been more careful," he admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "You mean the world to me, and I'd never want to hurt you."

You melted into his embrace, understanding dawning on you . You knew how much pressure Noel was under with his soccer dreams and the rigorous training and appreciated that he was always there for you, just like now, when he was apologizing for something as small as a bump.

"Noel, it's okay," you reassured him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. "I know you didn't mean it. I love you, and I'm proud of everything you're achieving."

Noel smiled, relieved that ___understood. He knew he had to find ways to manage his stress better and be more present when he was with you. You both shared a heartfelt moment, bond growing stronger, and both of you cherishing the love you had for each other.

[laurellerual]

Arya and Sansa storyswap: an exercise in imagination

Premise: I tried to speculate what might happen if Sansa manages to escape King's Landing and Arya gets stuck in the capital. I collected my thoughts on this scenario trying to make logical, credible choices that respected the characterization of the characters and the timeline of the books (the wiki was very usefull for this). I discarded all the scenarios that end in "…and then she dies horribly" because they're boring. I write with assumption that they would still remain POV characters and therefore mantain a minimum of plot armor. Like everyone, I have my biases so it's not perfect, but I tried to put myself in the most neutral mindset possible. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts. Part 1, Part 2

Part 3/3: Reunion

A Storm of Swords

Sandor and his “squire" are captured and bringed to Stoney Sept in the Riverlands. The Brotherhood without Banners takes them to Hollow Hill. Clegane is put on trial for various atrocities committed by Lannister soldiers, but he survives and is freed.

Arya is recognized by Harwin and Sansa. The two sisters reunite and remain under the "protection" of the outlaws. Because of this, the story takes a very different turn from here on.

For example, I don't think Arya would try to escape the Brotherhood so soon. As a result I don't think the Hound would be unable to kidnap the Stark girls again. However, the Hound could also decide to stay with the Brotherhood. He could plan to go to the Twins, introduce himself to Robb as Arya's savior, and ask him for a job.

So the Brotherhood proceeds as planned, they now have another valuable hostage and intend to take both girls to Lord Edmure's wedding and ransom them to their family. A group of men (like Lem, Harwin, Tom, etc) accompanies the sisters to Harroway to cross the Trident, but their journey is delayed because they find it flooded (like in Arya IX).

They reach the Twins just in time for the Red Wedding, and the outlaws manage to drag the Stark sisters away and save them. Arya and Sansa go through a complicated period of mourning but the fact of being together helps them. The two want to hold onto hope that perhaps their mother might have survived.

One night Arya has her first wolf dream in a long time: she sees Cat's body and drags it out of the river. In the morning Sansa suggests asking the men to go back and look for the woman, but Arya tells her that she's dead. As per canon Lord Beric, Thoros and the others come across the corpse and Dondarrion dies to resurrect her.

Lem's group continues their journey, this time they intend to take the girls to Lysa Arryn, but they discover that the mountain clans are bolder than ever and decide not to take the risk and return to the Riverlands.

The Stark sisters are getting impatient, Arya suggests that the two could run away and try to get to Winterfell alone. Sansa has to inform her sister that Winterfell was conquered by Theon months ago. She is devastated and abandons all plans. Lem's group returns to the Hollow Hill to discuss a new plan with Beric or perhaps to take more men as escorts before returning to the Vale.

Waiting for them in the hill, there isn't the lightning lord but Lady Stoneheart! Mother and daughters reunite.

A Feast for Crows

That's it. Final cliffhanger, sorry.

[misirosekisiro]

Toshio and the boy.

In Japan, beneath Tokyu, lies a highly secretive underground prison. Contrary to what the outside world may believe, the inmates confined within its walls are exceptionally dangerous individuals. These are the most perilous offenders, incarcerated here covertly. Many were captured and detained without trials or public disclosure. The government understands their danger; some are deemed so hazardous that the world might be safer if they were eliminated. However, the government holds a different perspective; even the most dangerous individuals can sometimes be valuable. Some are utilized by the government for specific purposes, while others become subjects of scientific study.

Toshio, a new guard, has recently been assigned to this facility. He is a member of the Japan Self-Defense Forces (JSDF) and gained recognition for his remarkable actions during earthquake events. This commendable display earned him a promotion and an invitation to join the guardianship of this clandestine prison. But he have one weakness in his perfect resume. That he never tell someone, he was gay,  fetish on smell , underwear and uniform.

His first day in the office is spent receiving instructions from his superior. There is a strict protocol and the inmates must be watched with the greatest of caution.

"The inmates are highly intelligent. They're all experts in their respective fields, and have unique talents that have made them dangerous to society. That's why they're being held in such an isolated location. We don't want any of them escaping and getting out into the world. If they were to escape, the repercussions could be enormous."

"How many people are in this facility?" Toshio asked.

"There are 166 individuals currently incarcerated."

"What's the breakdown?"

"We have 45 females and 121 males. 137 are Japanese. The rest are foreigners, and of those 50 are Caucasian. There's only one person of Chinese descent."

"There are so many foreign people!"

"Well, yes. You'll see more of the specifics later. For now, the main thing to keep in mind is to be cautious. The inmates here are intelligent and can be quite cunning. There's no such thing as dropping your guard around these people. If you make any sort of mistake, the consequences will be dire."

"I understand."

"Good. Now let me introduce you to the head warden."

Toshio followed his superior officer down a long corridor, until they came to a stop at the end. There, a man stood waiting.

"This is the warden," said the officer. "Warden, this is Toshio. He's the newest member of our team."

The warden shook hands with Toshio and greeted him politely. He was a middle-aged man with graying hair, a receding hairline, and glasses. He wore a suit and tie. His expression was stern and serious.

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you." Toshio answered, "I hope I'll be able to help you."

"We'll see. First, you should know that all communication with the outside world is strictly forbidden. Do not contact anyone, including your family. We've got a special line for emergencies. It goes directly to the police. In case of an emergency, we'll call for reinforcements. We've also got a medical facility on site. There are a number of doctors and nurses here. If any of the inmates require medical treatment, it can be done here."

"What about visitors?"

"We do not allow any. The prisoners are not official be lock down here. They're being held in secret, so we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. The fewer people who know about this place, the better. Of course, in case of an emergency, the government can step in, but that's very unlikely."

"Are there any rules I need to follow?"

"Just keep in mind what I've told you. The most important thing is that you maintain a healthy distance from the prisoners. You're not allowed to approach any of them. And do not allow them to approach you. Also, you must keep an eye on them at all times. You're not allowed to take breaks."

"I understand."

After finishing his orientation, Toshio started his job.

He went to the guard room, The prison was sperate to 4 wings form A to D, each wings delare to more and more dangerous criminals, he took a deep breath before entering the first wing, A, which is a general prison.

The guard room is a simple white-walled space, furnished with a few chairs and a desk. A single fluorescent light illuminates the room. It smells like cleaning fluid.

At the far end of the room, a door leads into a long corridor lined with cells. The cells are separated by thick iron bars. Most are occupied. The prisoners are dressed in white jumpsuits and wear ankle shackles.

As he walked through the corridor, Toshio noticed that some of the inmates were watching him intently. He tried not to make eye contact. He also notice that some inmates was in differest clothes, some even was tight in leather's strap suit same one that use in mental hospital.

In one of the cells, a man was lying on his bunk. He looked up at Toshio and smiled.

"Hey, handsome. How about a blowjob?"

Toshio ignored, He will station in Male, A zone. All women inmate was on sperate floor with women's guard.

"Hey, how about you come in and let me suck you off? I bet you'd love that. You could shove your dick in my mouth and fuck my face."

"Stop talking."

"Or what? You gonna punish me? Huh? I'd like to see you try. I'm a tough guy. You're not going to hurt me."

"No need to talk to him" another guard comming and said. "He's not worth it. He's just a piece of shit. He's a fucking pervert. That's all he's good for."

"That's not true. I can do lots of things. I can give you a good time. I bet you've never had a blowjob before, have you?"

"Ignore him, that is best way to do here" the other guard said in calm voice.

"Make me! You think you can make me do anything? I'm stronger than you are. I could take you out. Come on, let's go! You and me, right now. Let's fight."

Toshio ignore, he walked away.

But the man continued to taunt him.

"Hey, you chicken shit! Why don't you turn around and look at me? Are you too scared to look me in the eye? What a coward! I'm not afraid of you! I'm not afraid of anything!"

Toshio ignore.

"Hey, hey! You can't walk away from me. I'm talking to you. I'm not done yet. Hey, are you listening to me? I'm not done talking to you. Don't ignore me. You're ignoring me. Don't ignore me. I said, don't ignore me!"

Suddenly the man started screaming and cursing at him. He was shouting obscenities and hurling insults.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! You're a fucking coward. I'm going to kick your ass! I'm going to make you wish you were dead. You're not going to ignore me. You're going to listen to me. I'm not going to shut up. You're going to listen to every single word I have to say."

Toshio continue walking away. He doesn't know why the inmate act like that.

"Fuck you! You're a pussy! You're a fucking pussy! You're a coward! I'm going to kick your ass! I'm going to destroy you. You're a fucking pussy! Come here and fight me, you coward! Fight me! Fight me, you coward! Fight me!"

He kept walking. He could still hear the man yelling at him.

"No worry, This place not like other prison. Most of them can't step outside that case until the end of the world. But they are still human" The other guard said in calm voice. "Some have unique talent, some are scientist and genius, they could help the government in secret, like this prison is exist in the first place"

"You should ignore him. He's just a fucking retard. He doesn't know when to stop. He'll keep doing it until he gets bored. It's best not to give him the satisfaction. Just keep walking."

"Thank you, sir."

"No problem. Don't let him get to you. It's not worth it."

They keep walking and leave the man behind.

Toshio feel relief, But he have one worry, the man's face. The man was young, and have handsome face, but something weird, he have red eye. Like his eyes were bleeding, and the other is black.

"Who is that?"

"He is one of the foreigner" The guard said. "His name is Sigma, and he is a Russian"

"Russian? What did he do to be put here?"

"He is a hacker, he hacked into a Russian bank and stole money. They sent him here after he got out from his jail"

"Why is he have red and black eyes?"

"He is a special case, and he is the first and only inmate with two color eyes, the doctors and scientists are testing him, and they are the one who have control over him"

"I see, so they're treating him like a lab rat"

"Yes, he is a special case, because of his eye color, his power and his brain"

"I see, what's his ability?"

"I don't know, they said it is a secret, and we shouldn't talk about it, so they don't leak the information"

"Okay, thank you"

They keep walking and arrive at the guard post.

"Well, I'll leave you here. Take care of yourself. We have not much guard here, Most of system was automatic unless was override by control key." He point to a key in the box on the desk. "It's only use while some case. And need to report before use it. Most of time, inmate will be in their cell. even food also have automatic system on provide it.  As you may know, you need to do patrol on alley ways at least once each hour. I suggest you to just keep eye on them, ignore any request or talk to them. "

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome. Just relax and enjoy. It's not so hard"

The guard leave, and Toshio is alone. He look at the key in the box and remember about the rule.

He look around the place, and the cell have one way to open, a small window, the same one that the food was serve.

He look at the monitor, and the screen show a list of all inmates in each cell, and he could see their faces, age and sex.

"Let's see, what have we got here"

"Hmm, 35-year-old male, 174 cm, 60 kg, Caucasian, Russian, hacker, 397,710.23 USD theft"

"What an amount, no wonder he was locked here."

"Hmm, 37-year-old male, 166 cm, 59 kg, Asian, Japanese, serial killer, 677 counts murder, 48 counts rape"

"Damn, a mass murderer, what did he do to deserve that title?"

"Hmm, 42-year-old male, 167 cm, 84 kg, Asian, Korean, scientist, 280 counts child abuse, 10 counts child murder, 100 counts illegal human experiment, 500 counts illegal drugs deal, 1000 counts torture, 10000 counts rape"

"Holy shit, this is a big list."

"Hmm, 28-year-old male, 168 cm, 58 kg, European, German, serial killer, 125 counts murder, 23 counts rape"

"Not a big deal compared to the first one."

"Huh!, 20--year-old male,165,52 kg, Asian, Japanese, - Data consealed - unaviable permission rank to access this data"

"What, why can't I see his data?" His attention was shift to this one. "He is only 20 years old, why is his data blocked?"

He look at the other info and find out that all other inmates are 30 and above. All others data was showed, just only one.

He think for a moment, and then realize something, this cell is not the normal one.

"Why is he locked there? He is so young. What did he do to deserve being here? He is so young. And the system doesn't even show his name."

He think for a moment.

"Could he be one of those 'special cases' the guard was talking about?"

He change the mornitor to this man's cell. then he notice. That cell is one that wear a tight leather straping suit. his face also masked with lether mask. his eye was blined with red strap, and his hand and feet is tied with same leather.

"This is so strange. why is he tied like that? This is not a normal cell. What did he do to deserve being there? Could it be his ability that dangerous enough to be locked in this special cell?"

He look closely at the screen, and notice something else.

"Hmm, why does he have a bulge on his pants? Could he be erect?"

He zooms the image and sees a big bulge in his pants.

"Why is he erect? Could it be his ability has something to do with sex? That could be the reason why his data is blocked."

He also notice that this man got an feeding tube, It's like they not want someone go near him even to feed him.

"Maybe that's it, his ability is so dangerous, and they can't risk it, so they have him locked up like this."

Toshio was curious, the boy is handsome, even his body is covered with leather, he can still see the outline of his abs. And his cock is very big, the biggest Toshio ever seen.

Toshio decide to investigate it more later, right now, he will have to do his job.

Time passed, and soon his shift is over.

He go home and relax.

In his mind, he can't forget about the boy, He was very young, and his face was covered with a mask. Toshio is very curious about him.

And also, he was curious about that man who had the red and black eyes. Why was he so angry?

He was curious about the boy's ability, and why he was locked up. He decided to investigate the matter further.

Toshio's curiosity was growing.

He knew he was breaking the rules.

But he was curious.

The next day, Toshio goes to work as usual.

He starts his shift, and his first task is to check on the inmates.

He checks the monitor, and he sees the boy is still there. He looks at the other cells, and none of them are occupied.

"Hmm, the cells are all empty, but the boy's cell is not. I wonder why. Maybe the boy is a special case. I'm curious about him."

Toshio is still thinking about the boy.

He decides to check the boy's cell.

He approaches the cell, and sees the boy is laying down. He's not moving.

"Huh, he is sleeping."

Toshio watches the boy for a while.

Then he decides to enter the cell.

"I'm going to check on him."

He enters the cell, and sees the boy is laying still.

"Hmm, he is still asleep. I'm going to check on him."

Toshio touches the boy, and sees the boy doesn't react.

He feels the boy's body, and sees the boy's face. He sees the boy is wearing a mask, but his eyes are covered by a red blindfold.

He looks at the boy's body, and sees the boy has an athletic build.

"Hmm, he is a good-looking boy. I wonder what he is like under the mask."

Toshio decides to check.

Toshio touches the boy's face.

"His skin is soft. Hmm, he is a cute boy."

Toshio takes his finger and touches the boy's lips.

The boy doesn't move.

"His lips are soft. Hmm, he is a beautiful boy. He is very handsome."

Toshio decides to check on the rest of the boy's body.

He checks the boy's neck, and sees the boy has a muscular neck.

"His neck is very strong. Hmm, his neck is muscular."

Toshio moves his hand and feels the boy's chest.

"His chest is muscular. Hmm, he is a strong boy."

Toshio feels the boy's chest.

"He has a muscular chest. Hmm, he is a good-looking boy."

Toshio keeps moving his hand.

He feels the boy's abs.

"He has a nice six pack. Hmm, he is a handsome boy."

Toshio feels the boy's stomach, and sees the boy's navel is visible.

"He has a cute navel. Hmm, he is a cute boy."

Toshio reaches the boy's crotch.

He sees the boy's cock is still hard.

"Hmm, his cock is still hard." Then he notice a smell coming from the boy's crotch.

"There's a musky scent coming from his crotch."

Toshio sniffs the air.

"It's a sexy musky scent. Hmm, it's a manly scent."

Toshio is getting aroused.

He decides to touch the boy's cock.

"Ammm Ummm" The boy moans a little.

Toshio touches the boy's cock and feels the boy's shaft.

"Hmm, his cock is long. Hmm, he is a hung boy."

Toshio grabs the boy's balls.

"His balls are big. Hmm, he is a heavy-balled boy."

Toshio massages the boy's balls.

"Ahhh Ahh" The boy moans louder.

Toshio feels the boy's ass.

"Hmm, his ass is round. Hmm, he is a beautiful boy."

"Ahawammam" Boy try to talk something.

Toshio moves his hand down to the boy's ass.

"He has a nice ass. Hmm, he is a cute boy."

"Uhmmam" Boy mumbles.

"What is it, boy?" Toshio asked.

"Amawww" Boy mumbles again.

Toshio doesn't understand what the boy is saying.

He then remove a gagged form boy mouth.

"What are you doing, boy? Are you trying to say something?"

"Yea" Boy said.

"What is it, boy?"

"Who are you, mister?"

"My name is Toshio. I'm a guard here. Who are you, boy?"

"My name is Kaito. What are you doing, sir?"

"I'm checking on you, boy. Why are you tied up like this, boy?"

"They was kidnap me!, bring me here and lock me inside this suit"

"Kidnap? What do you mean, boy?"

"They kidnap me, tie me up, and then lock me in here. I don't know why."

Toshio may not understand, but he feel he can trust the boy, his voice is so soft and so reliable.

"Okay, I believe you, boy. But how did you get in here?"

"They put me inside this suit and blindfolded me. Then they brought me here and locked me in here. I don't know why, sir."

Toshio doesn't know what to do, he can't let the boy go, but he also can't leave him like this. he feel that his head was half blank. He really feel that he need help him.

"What should I do, boy? Should I let you go or should I leave you here?"

"Please, help me, sir."

"What can I do, boy?"

"Can you please take this mask off of my face? I can't see anything."

Toshio takes the mask off of the boy's face.

The boy's face is covered with a leather blindfold.

Toshio then takes the blindfold off.

"Ahhh, I can see again." boy eyes was gaze on Toshio face. their eyes was meet each others.

"So beautiful eyes" Toshio thought.

The boy's eyes were a beautiful emerald green. They were a beautiful green color.

"Boy, you have such a beautiful eyes."

"Thank you, sir. If you like it, may you gaze deeper in my eyes?"

"Sure, boy."

"Ahhh" Boy said.

The boy's eyes were hypnotized.

Toshio gazed deeply into the boy's eyes.

"Ahhhh" The boy moaned.

"Ohhh, ohhh" Toshio was moaning.

The boy's eyes were glazing.

"I know you love my scent, right?"

"Yes, boy. I do. Your scent is so manly."

"My scent is so manly, isn't it?"

"Yes, boy. It is." Toshio fill his face with boy's smell.

"You want to inhale more deeply in my scent right?"

"Yes, boy. I want to."

"Then inhale more deeply."

"Ohhh, ohhh" Toshio is inhaling the boy's scent.

The boy's scent is intoxicating.

"Ohhh, ohhh, it's so strong. So manly."

"My scent is so strong, isn't it?"

"Yes, boy. It is."

"I'm glad that you like my scent, sir. Then why you not take my suit, it's fill with my sweat and odor. You must love that smell."

"I will."

"Take my suit off, sir. I want you to inhale more deeply in my smell."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio started removing the boy's leather suit.

The boy's suit is made out of leather.

"My suit is made out of leather. Do you like it, sir?"

"Yes, boy. I do. I love the smell of leather."

"I'm glad that you love the smell of leather, sir. Then why you not take a deep sniff in my suit."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio started sniffing the boy's leather suit.

The smell of the leather is intoxicating.

"Ahhh, it smells so good, sir."

"I'm glad that you love the smell, boy."

"My suit is soaked with my sweat. You want to taste my sweat, don't you, sir?"

"Yes, boy. I want to."

"Taste my sweat, sir."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio tasted the boy's sweat.

The taste was delicious.

"Your sweat is so tasty, boy."

"I'm glad that you like the taste, sir. Then why don't you take a sip from my balls?"

"Okay, boy."

Toshio drank the boy's sweat.

The taste was amazing.

"It's so good, boy. I love your taste."

"I'm glad that you love it, sir. Now why you not take of your uniform and fill yourself in my suit. I'm sure you love the feeling of my sweat on your skin."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio was completely naked now.

He was wearing only his tight spandex brief.

"You no need that brief. You want to feel your cock soak in my sweat, right?"

"Yes, boy. I want to."

"Take it off, sir."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio took his brief off.

Now he was completely naked.

"Ahhh, I'm so naked, boy. I feel so free."

"I'm glad that you like that, sir. Now take a seat on the chair and feel my suit upon your body. I'm sure you love the feeling."

"Yes, boy. I love it."

Toshio sat down on the chair.

He could feel the boy's sweat on his skin.

"Ahhh, it feels so good, boy. I love the feeling of your sweat on my skin."

"I'm glad that you like it, sir. Now why you not feel your cock in my suit. I'm sure you want to feel my warmth around your cock."

"Yes, boy. I want to."

"Feel your cock in my suit, sir."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio put his cock in the boy's suit.

"Ahhh, I can feel your warmth, boy. It's so nice."

"I'm glad that you like the warmth, sir. Now i will lock this strap on you. I'm sure you love to be locked inside my suit, right?"

"Yes, boy. I do."

"Then take this lock, sir."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio took the lock from the boy.

"Lock my suit, sir. I'm sure you love the feeling of being locked inside my suit."

"I love the feeling, boy. The suit was so tight on my body!"

"I'm glad that you like the feeling, sir. Now i think you want to taste my salivar, this gag is soak with it. And you will suck the drool from the tube. You must love the taste of my drool, right?"

"Yes, boy. I love the taste."

"Take the gag, sir."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio took the gag from the boy.

"Put the gag in your mouth, sir. I'm sure you love to have your mouth full of my drool."

"Yes, boy. I love it."

"Then put the gag in your mouth, and feel my drool."

"Okay, boy."

Toshio put the gag in his mouth.

He could feel the boy's saliva in his mouth.

"Ammhmmamammmu sos..fyooogodyoo (Ahhh, it feels so good, boy. I love the taste of your saliva.)" Toshio was said in muffed form gagged.

"Wow i can't understand what you said.  But I'm sure you love the feeling, sir."

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

"I'm glad that you like it, sir. But it's will not complete if you not feel my sweat in my mask, right?

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)."

"Let's me help put my mask on your head. I'm sure you love the feeling of your head be full with my smell, right?"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

Toshio put the mask on his head.

He could feel the boy's scent all over his head.

"Ammhmmamammmu sos..fyooogodyoo  (Ahhh, it feels so good, boy. Your scent is intoxicating.)"

Toshio's cock was hard inside the suit.

"Your cock is hard, isn't it, sir?"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

"I'm glad that you're so aroused, sir. Now i think you want to hear the sound of my voice, right?"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

"I'm glad that you love my voice, sir. Then why you only heard only my voice, and obey it, love it. And feel the sensation of it. Your body is completely in my control."

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

Toshio felt the boy's words.

His mind was full of the boy's voice.

"Ammhmmamammmu sos...my...boyyys (Ahhh, it feels so good, my boyyys.)"

"I'm sure you not mind, if I will fuck your ass. right, sir?"

"Yeaggaas (yes, boy)"

"I'm glad that you want to have your ass fucked, sir. Then let's me put my cock in your ass."

"Ammhmmamammmu sos, boy yyyy (Ahhh, it feels so good, boys. Your cock is huge!)"

"I'm glad that you like having your ass fucked, sir. And don't worry I will not stop. I'm sure you will come from having your ass fucked by me, right?"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)"

"I'm glad that you want to come, sir. Then feel my cock in your ass, feel it moving inside your ass, and filling your ass with my come."

"Ammhmmamammmu sos...my....boys.....yeees! (Ahhh, it feels so good, boys. I'm cumming!)"

"I'm glad that you came, sir. Now you will continue to serve me. And your ass will always be ready for me. My cock will always be inside your ass. You will always have my come inside your ass."

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy. Please, Master!)"

"I'm glad that you want me to use your ass, sir. Now let's us taste each others cum"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, boy)

"Good, now suck my dick. I'm sure you will love the taste of my cum"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, Boy)"

"Suck it. Suck my dick"

"Yeaggaas (Yes, Boy )"

The boy pull unzip a leather strap crotch and start to suck Toshio's cock.

Toshio was sucking the boy's cock.

They were both enjoying the taste of each others cocks.

"Hmmm, you are a good cock sucker, boy"

"I'm glad that you enjoy it, Sir. Your cock taste so good. And the way it fills my mouth, I just can't get enough. Good to know that this trade is not bad at all."

"What trade are you talking about?"

"Soon you will know"

The boy continues to suck Toshio's cock.

They both enjoy the taste of each others cocks.

"You make me horny, boy. I can't resist the temptation"

"That's what I'm talking about. I'm sure you will enjoy this trade. "

"I'm sure I will"

"Then cum, flood it in my mouth"

"As you wish, boy"

"Oh yeah, flood it with your cum. Flood my mouth with your cum. Yes. yes, fill my mouth with your cum"

Toshio shot his cum inside the boy's mouth.

The boy swallowed the cum.

"Hmm, you have such a tasty cum. I can't wait for you to do the same thing to me.

"Hmm, you are a naughty boy. And I love naughty boys."

"Thank you, Sir. Then drink my cum, take it."

Toshio sucks the boy's cock.

"Ahhh, the taste of your cock. I can't get enough.

"I know, you can't. And the taste of your cum, I can't get enough. So keep sucking it. Keep drinking my cum."

"Hmm, you are a naughty, slut. I love a slut"

"I'm glad that you do. So drink it all. Drink my cum."

"Ahhh, I will"

Toshio drinks the boy's cum.

"Hmm, the taste of your cum, hmm, it's so good. I can't get enough. "

"I know. I'm glad that you do. Now just wait.. ah i can feel it."

"What?"

"My body it's start to morph... Also your."

"My what?"

"Your body also start to morph. Ohhh. Ahhh"

"Oh my god! What is this?!"

"Your body start to morph into my body."

The boy body was growing, his figure was morping to be Toshio.

"No, no, what is this?!"

"Don't worry, It's will not hurt"

Toshio was looking at the boy, his eyes was widen. He was shocked.

"You are me, now, Sir."

"I'm who?

"You are me. and I'm Toshio now"

"How? Why? What did you do to me?"

"It's simple. This trade. You get my body, and I get your. We exchange our body, But you still my slave, right?"

"No! No! You can't do this to me."

"Of course, I can. You are my slave now, Sir. And you will serve me." The boy which now Toshio gaze to Toshio's eyes in shape of the boy, he whipser with slow, calm voice.

"You will serve me. You will obey me. You will do everything I say." Real Toshio eyes was start to blank.

"You will do everything I say." The boy whisper in Toshio's ear, Toshio mind was completely blank.

"I will do everything you say." Toshio said, his mind was full with the boy's word.

"You will do everything I say. You will be a good slave." The boy whisper in Toshio's ear.

"I will do everything you say."

"You will be a good slave."

"Yes. Yes. I will be a good slave. I will do everything you say.

"Good. Now kiss me. Kiss yourself."

"As you wish."

Toshio kisses the boy, he could taste his own lips.

"Now suck yourself. Suck your own cock."

"Yes, Master."

Toshio starts sucking his own cock.

"Good slave. Good slave."

"Thank you, Master.

"Let's stop for today, I'm sure i will enjoy with you later. Now your cock will keep hard but can't release, unless i'm allow you to.

"Yes, Master."

"Good slave. Good slave."

"I'm glad you have a good slave. I will take care of your body"

"You will. Now I will leave you here"

"As you wish."

New Toshio put a gagged back and check the boy's leather strap suit that was seal as normal. Then he look at Toshio's guard uniform. He pick Toshio's brief and smell it. He loves the smell. Think he got Toshio's fetish too. New Toshio took off Toshio's brief and put it on. He could feel his hard cock in the tight brief. New Toshio took Toshio's shirt and put it on. Then he put Toshio's pants on. Then New Toshio put on Toshio's shoes. He could feel the leather rubbing against his body.

New Toshio stood up and looked down at his new body. He was wearing Toshio's guard uniform. His new body was covered in tight uniform.

"Damn, I look hot in this uniform." New Toshio said.

New Toshio smiled and then walked out of the room.

New Toshio walked down the hallway. He was excited. He had a big day ahead of him. He was going to explore his new body and see what he could do with it. He had never been so excited before. He couldn't wait to start his new life.

Toshio, the old one, now was a no name boy, was laid on the bed watching his new master walk out. Toshio can only think he need to be a good slave and obey his new master.

"Yes, yes. I will be a good slave and obey."

[cursedhaglette]

Ooooh fun!!

Hm, #7 Raphael X Mix (he/him ranger elf, can read more on my Tumblr or just improvise) 🤭 or reader! If you wanna do some Raphael of course 🤭

i'm gonna do raphael x reader just so it's a little more approachable, hope that's okay! writing for raphael was actually so refreshing, i'm actually so curious about writing for other characters after this exercise. thank you for requesting him!!

raphael x g/n reader; 1100 words content: blowjob (lol)

You don’t know how long you’ve been on your knees, but an ache has set in before you see him again. The devil, dressed in finery and backlit by the glowing sunset of Avernus like he’d been wrapped in a cape of red and orange light. 

He warned you, the last time he caught you snooping through his personal effects, that if he caught you again, there’d be hell to pay. You’d snorted a laugh at the flimsy joke and ran for the portal, magic you’ve grown proficient with since saving the world. What else did you have to do, between rebuilding a city and accepting praises for heroics you had no choice but to partake in? 

And the hells offered something the mortal plane didn’t - Raphael. 

Raphael in all his glory, horns and wings and talons. Red skinned, enormous, and perpetually smirking. Theatrical and wrathful. 

You were desperate for him now, so much so that you let yourself get caught this time, just to see how this might play out. What his punishments might include, how long he might hold you captive in this house of debauchery and pain and pleasure. 

The devil doesn’t speak as he approaches you, stopping a breath away and dragging one clawed finger under your chin, tilting your face until your eyes meet his. The smirk on his face is different, but still exquisite, and your breath catches in your throat as you await his punishment. 

Arousal builds in your core as you wait in silence, his expression unmoving. The wait is tantalizing, the kind of drama you know Raphael delights in and has subsequently left you aching for more. You want to see his wicked grins and hear the purr of his voice as he scolds you. 

“How, little mouse, should I punish you this time? It seems you haven’t yet learned the valuable lesson of leaving me alone,” he tuts once, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth,  before continuing, “so I can only assume you’ve become rather fond of our games.”

You swallow but stay quiet, aware he can sense the beat of your heart racing with anticipation, and don’t look away. 

“I can smell the arousal in your blood, the need coursing through your veins each time you set foot in my house,” the devil continues, “and I have to admit, I am quite curious to see if you can live up to the might expectations that come with being the Hero of Baldur’s Gate.”

He says “hero” with a scoff, though you know he respects your victory more than he’d ever let on. Hells, without it, he wouldn’t have been crowned King of the Hells. He aided you along your journey, watching every step you made with your companions. How deep does his curiosity actually go?

“Please,” you whisper, the scrape of the talon still holding your chin sending a jolt of delicious pain straight to your core. You don’t say anything else, frankly you’re a bit unsure what else to say without begging him to rake those talons down your spine as he takes you from behind, thrust after punishing thrust. 

“You forget, hero, that should I allow you that which you desire, I very well may decide to bind you as mine,” Raphael finally smiles, but it’s the kind of grin you’ve seen too many times to count - one that spells trouble and ought to evoke a feeling of mistrust. Instead, it stokes the fires in you, and you can’t help but squirm at the sight, desperate for some relief of the aching need you’re quickly losing control of. “I am not fond of letting go of those I enjoy.”

“Why else do you think I’ve been coming here?” You ask. “You know what I want, devil, so let me have it or let me go.”

“Let you have it,” he repeats, musing at the demand you dared utter in his home. But his hand falls from you, reaching to the button of his trousers. You finally look away from his face and notice a hardness there, caged behind the finest fabric in all the realms, that he releases with a single, deft hand. 

Your mouth waters at the sight, the red, ridged length and the beautiful head that already has a bead of wetness, gathering at the tip. Absentmindedly, you run your hands up the length of his thighs, and bite your lip as you look up.

“Go on then, let’s see how well you do and perhaps that will earn you a less devastating punishment, hmm?”

He slaps his cock against your cheek before you take it between your lips, licking at the bead of the devil’s arousal and moaning at the taste. You’ve longed for this moment, waited for months, and you intend to take your time now. You intend to impress. 

Your head bobs along his length, and you run your tongue along the infernal ridges, desperate to know how it might feel inside you. How each might feel as he pummels into you, and you moan at the image your conjure, the sound muffled by your desperate licking and sucking. 

“I must admit, my dear hero,” Raphael grunts from above you, one hand moving to tangle in your hair, "You are so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

His talons dig into your scalp, just enough to send a jolt of pain through you, mixing with the pleasure building within you. You ignore the tears that spring at the corners of your eyes as he hits the back of your throat - it’s worth it for the sound of his moan. 

You can’t help reaching between your legs now, your body begging to be touched by him but you know for now, your own hand will do the trick. He grinds into your mouth with increasing speed and the taste of him, the sound, floods your senses. You moan again, bucking your hips into your hand in tandem with Raphael’s, and you feel him tense briefly before a deep, drawn out moan escapes him. 

He floods your mouth, salty-sweet cum hitting the back of your eager throat in thick spurts, and he continues to buck his hips as he rides out his orgasm. You swallow once, then again, as he finishes, and then bob your head up and down his length one last time before moving to lick him clean. 

“Well, little mouse, it seems you have a talented mouth in more ways than I realized,” Raphael pants softly, the hand at the top of your head moving to caress your cheek for a brief moment. “Now, go to the bed and undress. The real punishments begin in the bedroom.”

[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 2/27

What am I feeling today?

I’m a bit troubled over a situation but I’ve spent time in prayer over it. I hope it it can all be resolved either today or tomorrow. I also know I have a long day ahead of me but I’ve prayed and believe God will give me the strength to persevere.

Sermon: The Lord Declares War! (Part 2/3)

James 4:4-8 NIV

“You adulterous people, don’t you know that friendship with the world means enmity against God? Therefore, anyone who chooses to be a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God. Or do you think Scripture says without reason that he jealously longs for the spirit he has caused to dwell in us? But he gives us more grace. That is why Scripture says: “God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble.” Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you. Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded.”

Disciples can still be against God if they are still friends with the world -> friendship = stop resisting the devil

Think of this, you witness someone come out of the bathroom after #2 and they did not wash their hands. Think of how you’d react to seeing that, that’s how God views your sin (the scripture says to wash our hands and purify our hearts, God wants us to be pure and Holy before Him)

You need to be sold out! either you're all in for God or you're not for Him at all!

you're a sponge, you'll suck up what's around you (and since we all live in the world, that’s what we absorb). But this is why you need share! because the world does constantly!

Exodus 5: 4-5, 17-21 NIV

“But the king of Egypt said, “Moses and Aaron, why are you taking the people away from their labor? Get back to your work!” Then Pharaoh said, “Look, the people of the land are now numerous, and you are stopping them from working.””

‭‭ “Pharaoh said, “Lazy, that’s what you are—lazy! That is why you keep saying, ‘Let us go and sacrifice to the Lord.’ Now get to work. You will not be given any straw, yet you must produce your full quota of bricks.” The Israelite overseers realized they were in trouble when they were told, “You are not to reduce the number of bricks required of you for each day.” When they left Pharaoh, they found Moses and Aaron waiting to meet them, and they said, “May the Lord look on you and judge you! You have made us obnoxious to Pharaoh and his officials and have put a sword in their hand to kill us.””

Pharaoh asking why should the work stop and his response to them wanted to be let go (calling them lazy and punishing). How does this relate to us? If you work in the world, you work for Pharaoh!

Colossians 3:23 NIV -> “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters,”

But we also must show how valuable we are (bc ofc we need to work in the world, what else can we do?). If we show how valuable we are, they’ll respect and allow us the space to put the kingdom above our job.

Hebrew 10:25 NIV

“not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.”

Making every effort for Him. Even if He doesn’t provide, we should not turn our backs on Him or get critical/bitter in our suffering.

Deuteronomy 8:1-2 NIV

“Be careful to follow every command I am giving you today, so that you may live and increase and may enter and possess the land the Lord promised on oath to your ancestors. Remember how the Lord your God led you all the way in the wilderness these forty years, to humble and test you in order to know what was in your heart, whether or not you would keep his commands.”

People can slowly stop obeying the word of God until it turns into no love or faith at all. God already knows what’s in our hearts but He tests us in order for us to know whether or not we would continue to keep His commands.

[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 4

Cw: mentions of infertility, consensual infidelity, manipulation, surrogacy, spying

Gif by: @merlinaddams

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @aemondx @darylandbethfanforever9

“And this is a good thing how?” He asks her, because if there is no child they can’t usurp her mother that easily.

As much as Aegon is against it, it is going to happen.

Aemma was a valuable hostage and gave them legitimacy and a reason Rhaenyra wouldn’t rise against them.

House Velaryon would have no choice but to fall in line given she is Laenor’s only trueborn child after all.

Besides women needed children lest they be seen as failures even when the fault lies with the man.

“I never want to have his children, most women do not get that gods-given luxury.” She answered, moving away and sitting at a respectful distance.

Aemma had come so close she’d been half sitting on his lap. Really, she had been so happy to tell her the secret he already had guessed at, she hadn’t noticed her knee on his thigh as she clasped her hands on his shoulders in her joy.

Her perfume alone had reminded him of her wedding night, of that moment he saw her so beautiful and vulnerable in the candlelight he had to seek out a lady of dubious reputation to scratch that itch.

Gods, he might have to seek Lady Wylde out again.

His hand is no longer good enough for him.

“The entire purpose of your marriage is to prevent a war. What happens when he dies without issue?” he really hates bursting her bubble on this, had Aegon not been needed he would have been happy for her.

“You get to inherit his claim.

Although mine is much higher, so really, your brother dying without legitimate issue is more of a problem for the Greens than it is for the Blacks. I get to appoint an heir from those available or marry someone of my choosing and have my own.

I might even marry you if you’re still available and prevent your mother and grandfather from putting my family to the sword.” She answers, having thought all of this through already.

It is a tempting prospect, he could go ahead and skip the wait and just marry her.

Even if Aegon set her aside for being barren, one lucky man gets a crown and a chance to plough that fine fertile field of hers.

If he had been the one put forth to marry her, she’d be fat with his child already.

“How long have you been planning for this?” he is not shocked at her logic, and yet he couldn’t fathom when she’d have the time for this.

“For a while now, my scheme is fool-proof.” She grinned with pride.

Four moons pass and the court is afire with the gossip.

Someone ---possibly Aemma--- has let it be known what his true illness was.

She has her blood without fail no matter what they try and if Viserys’ health hadn’t had a turn for the worst nor Rhaenyra announced she is four moons pregnant, Alicent wouldn’t have told Aegon about it.

“You need an heir.” She said after pretending she is saddened by his plight.

He brought it upon himself and now he must live with the consequences of his follies.

Alicent had never been stern with him and now look where it got them.

“You heard the Maester, I cannot sire children anymore. His mercury ointment shriveled up my seed.” Her son said not seeing the forest and focused on his barren tree.

“Your wife needs a lover. I hate this as much as you do, but the only way to keep her claim with us is by making her owe us her life and that of her heirs.” They could claim the child as Laenor claimed Rhaenyra’s sons, and use that as leverage to keep her loyal to their cause.

A mother would do anything for their child, even become a kinslayer if need be.

“Do I get to choose who my little wife cuckolds me with or have you decided for me?” He asked morosely.

“You may choose. Just remember they must be discreet and that it won’t be a man who goes against you.” She said hoping he exercises that unused organ of his.

He'd be an idiot not to see it.

Aemond has never looked at a lady that way unless you really knew him.

His one eye allows him a good cover for when people rightly guess where he was looking.

Aemma was fond of swimming, wearing breeches and a shirt and sometimes only the knee length shift she wears under her clothes .

Like today.

Aemma thinks no one can see her from here, but Aegon ---and Aemond and sometimes even mother--- have come and seen the show she puts on.

She is a long legged beauty, even if her figure isn’t close to full like Rhaenyra’s or Helaena’s.

But the way the wet fabric clings to her like a second skin is enough to make any man’s prick stand at attention.

Aemond is no exception.

“You can admit it, little brother, you desire her.” Aegon had the perfect man in mind. “Everyone does, even Cole

He was loyal, looked close enough to them to cast no obvious doubts like Harwin had and was on good enough terms with Aemma not to be rejected.

Aemond freezes and yet Aegon knows his younger brother has always envied him for everything.

“If she wasn’t such a shrew and a terrible lay, I’d say she was perfect.” He adds knowing how much Aemond dislikes him speaking ill of her.

They were evenly matched, Aemond was as dull and bookish as her.

Once Aemond had been invited to dinner and Aegon had tried his best to find common ground but he felt stupid and resorted to drinking the night away.

It wasn’t that he an idiot, he just didn’t care for things beyond the simple pleasures of life like eating good food, drinking great wine, flying Sunfyre and fucking any woman that said yes.

Aemma liked reading, having opinions on everything most men agree women are too weak and emotional to grasp, music and worse, taking an active role in governing.

He will be happy to leave the Seven Kingdoms in her hands one day.

And for that to happen, Aemond needs to fuck his wife.

Mother will be so proud of him.

“You shouldn’t speak so ill of your wife.” Aemond begins.

Aegon waits for him to be drinking from his wine skin to say this, “Which is why you would make a perfect lover for her.”

“Crone’s sagging teats, Aegon, don’t joke like that.” Aemond coughs and Aegon hits his back a bit more forcefully than required.

“It’s not a jape, little brother. I need you to fuck her.”

Aegon then explains his predicament and wisely keeps their mother’s involvement a secret.

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

a little something to apologize for my radio silence!

Hello all of my beautiful followers and newcomers, I hope you are all doing absolutely fantastic and are having a smooth transition into autumn time! I understand that I haven’t been active on @killingitreservoirdogsstyle for a very long time with regular posts and requests, which I have nothing but apologies for. Let me explain myself and why this is. I was given an extra year of high school from my district despite me being a legal adult in order to take the classes I would need to shoot for an astrophysics or theoretical physics degree in post secondary. I have a transcript that I have been told would land me a scholarship to Stanford or MIT without issue, which is not to brag of course, but to explain why I want to pursue my dream. Because of this, I am now doing a massive course overload with mathematics despite my intense trauma from math from my childhood. So it’s not only physically taxing but emotionally exhausting too, I’ve been having to devote all of time to my education. But it’s going very well. I also have been writing a book too, hoping to land a publishing deal within the next year or so to pay for college if I don’t decide to go back to the humanities.

I don’t mean to excuse myself from my responsibilities to you all on this blog. We’ve built such an amazing community here in this humble little corner of Tumblr, and I have nothing but gratitude for all of your continued support, follows, reblogs, and comments. Thank you SO much for everything, moots and longtime followers, you guys are amazing and I know I’ve dropped the ball in giving you the respect and appreciation you deserve. For that I am so sorry.

However, I want to remedy this and hopefully bring back some of you to create our beautiful environment of tolerance, love, and shared fandom for Reservoir Dogs. To do this, I’ve decided to post this little imagine I’ve written about the ResDogs. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it also makes it up to you for my poor behaviour and communication. So without further ado, let’s do this!

a reservoir dogs imagine-slash-songfic-slash-whatever-you-want-to-call-it!

Full credit to the owner/uploader of the GIF! FANDOM: Resevoir Dogs, 1992

GENRE: An imagine/songfic/headcanons

SYNOPSIS: The Reservoir Dogs getting away with a heist to a vibey song!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing for the song, but that’s it! :)

Please put on your headphones if you’d like and go into your music playing program. Look up ‘Pump It’ by The Black Eyed Peas as you read this to get the best possible ambience and vibes of this imagine! ✨

Imagine…

Molten adrenaline coursing through the veins of the Reservoir Dogs. Their hearts racing at breakneck speeds, thrumming in their chests like the strikes of hammers on their rib cages. Sweat glistening on their skin, dampening their pristine suits. They launch themselves into a stationary Cadillac, the engine a soft purr as it idles in wait for its passengers. The driver, a quiffed sunglasses wearing cat, gives a lopsided smirk. Doors slam. Machinery roars to life, Brown bearing his full weight on the gas pedal. Tires screech. The radio kicks to life, a juggernaut bassline and pounding beat shaking the speakers. Blonde, Pink, and Orange are thrown back onto the worn leather of the seats, bags of fat stacks of cash, glimmering jewels, and a stash of other valuables flying into the back trunk. Time and space seem to accelerate, gravity foreign to Brown as he floors it down the gritty rain soaked Los Angeles streets. Ripping around corners, the car teetering at dangerous angles as it speeds down the pavement. He nearly clips pedestrians, unhesitant in his wild yet somehow smooth jerks of the wheel. Nicotine, money, and the scent of danger thick in the air. An electrified excitement radiates from amongst them. White lets out a gruff laugh, grin boyish. All the Dogs join him, giddy and high on their success. There’s something beautiful about a job well done. Sirens begin to wail in the distance. A cruiser pulls out from behind a corner. Brown lurches the Cadillac to the side, leaning to turn the car. Pink rolls down his window, the cock of a gun like a Vivaldi symphony in his ears. Gunfire rings out. The acrid tang of burning rubber wafts into the backseat. The Dogs reach the freeway, weaving through the midafternoon traffic. The chase was on, the game at its hardest, the thrill tangible and delectable.

Well, ladies, gents, and others, I hope this was decent! If you guys have any positive criticisms or comments, please do not hesitate to drop them below for me; I'm trying to hone my craft, so any feedback would be most helpful! Thank you for reading, and please have a gorgeous rest of your day and week! I love you all a ton, you make my world a happier, better place, and I hope I do the same for you.

[neverheardsilencethisloud]

18th August

Quite time has passed Since our last convo I'm screaming silence You don't pay me a visit in my dreams anymore That's disturbingly rare Because I oftentimes dream of men who made me wonder and daydream about my life with them and they're only side characters, while you're the main.

Clear image of the dream I had on 18th August That was the last time you felt close to me We were sitting on the stairs of old ruined house You played me a song that you wrote about the girl you loved And my heart almost broke my chest at the moment you gave her my name. Was it in the August? I clearly lost track of time No one can blame me, 4 years passed by

I gave you the best version of myself And yet you decided to give me away Went to the market and made a "fair" trade Traded diamond for a lump Rock is rock I can't deny that But even blind man knows diamond's worth

Insomnia is the only thing this love gave me I looked for an explanation Begged God to give me the answer Why the man whom I loved overnight had a change of the hearts and decided to break mine. I swore to ask you if we ever meet again

I had been daydreaming of a tryst When one glare makes a plot twist You'd realise what you did And plead saying you didn't know better, you missed me like crazy, can't live without me I'm the only one with whom forever you want to vouch Please, marry me, God knows you're the one Didn't have wait for too long My dream came true We passed each other on the sidewalk Instead of a glare and proposal you looked at the floor and passed me by like you didn't know who I was

I grew up so much in these 4 years 4 years, do you know how much is that in a days? You would even get tired of counting up to that. More than a thousand wasted days on a con man who tricked me for a love only to get my diamond heart and trade it for some lump

Love at the first sight caused neverending heartbreak I don't want the answer now I can't call you greddy You are shallow man who doesn't respect valuable things, will go down the history as the only one who for the lump gave a precious diamond away.

If all the troops in the world gather, even then they won't have a strenght I did when I decided that you'll only be a past. I can't rewind time But if I could, I would relive thousand days in thousand different ways Only avoiding chances that can lead to meeting you again

You left your tarnished mark, Bruises on my heart You were my muise, the king on my throne and only used your power to make me hate love. After you I understand why people say "Be careful what you wish for, Maybe it'd come true" Now I wish that I never wished you

I'll call this song 18th August Because I don't recall the day Did you felt the closest to me on that day? Doesn't matter Now, it's so insignificant You're only locked part

in the vast of my past

Let's celebrate first week of The Tortured Poets Department.

Taylor, once again inspired me to write.

Hereby, I declare myself a member of tortured poets department

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

okay got really inspired by that royal au so here *nudges part 2 towards you with a foot*

~~

Scarlett was in a rush when she returned to Syldra, her mind racing as she scribbled in one of her notebooks. Kal was right, it only took one monarch and she was sick of waiting for that monarch to be her.

The carriage pulled up to the castle and Scarlett barely gave it time to stop before jumping out, ignoring the hand of whichever butler was offering. The butler wasn't Fin so while she would apologise later, she didn't care.

Her father seemed confused by her sharp, powerful walk towards him and he didn't hesitate to fall into step with her as she took the stairs into the entry hall two at a time.

"We need to talk about something, privately, and it can't wait," she says low enough to him to be the only one to hear her.

"Some wrong with the Syldran negotiations?" he asks and she shakes her head.

"With the way Ty and Saedii seemed to moon over one another while I was there, definitely not. This is about me," she says. He nods and leads her up to his office.

Her father sits behind his desk and gestures for her to sit. She doesn't, instead steeling her spine.

"I want you to change the laws around who a royal can marry," she says and the words hang in the air as Jericho processes.

"Which laws are you referring to?"

"The ones that say we have to marry either members of the peerage or other royals. I wish to marry for love and I cannot do that with those laws in place," she says.

"You seem sure of that. Is it not just a matter of you not having met the right man of status?" her father asks and she sighs, looking down at her wrists, where she knows a bracelet is hidden under her sleeve, not expensive but immensely more valuable than any other jewellery she wears.

"Father, I- I already have found the man I wish to spend the rest of my life with, someone who fills me with warmth and laughter, who makes my heart beat in my chest. Someone who I could never imagine forsaking for another. And yet, you would force me to do so because he is not of any rank," Scarlett pleads, looking back up at her father, who looks like he is only just seeing her for the first time.

"Scarlett, has this man compromised you? Is that why you wish to change the law so hastily?" he asks and she groans.

"No, Father, he is the perfect gentleman. We have just kissed a few time, and he has been utterly respectful each time, no matter how much I wish he wasn't. I have wanted the law changed for as long as I have loved him, I have just been afraid to ask," her father looked skeptical and closed off. She frowns, knowing she is fighting a losing battle.

"Father, I want the law changed because I love this man, beyond all measure or reason and I want to be his wife," she says and can't help the way her eyes well and her throat chokes up. "You are the most powerful man in the country, can change any law you wish on a whim, so how is it that can you be so cruel to deny me this chance of true happiness?" she demands, before storming from the office, barely able to see through her tears as she finds her way back to her bedroom.

She throws her tiara to the vanity and crumples into her bed, sobbing into the pillows.

Being a princess was a privilege, this she has always known, but she also knows her royal status is the reason for her crying herself to sleep.

~

She wakes in the late evening and finds a small tray of food at the end of her bed.

What pulled her focus more was the letter on top, in a handwriting she knows only as her love's. She reaches down the bed for it and unwraps it without preamble.

My dearest,

Some of the maids said they saw you crying leaving your father's office this afternoon. My heart ached to hear of your pain. I hope I can see you later this week so that I can bear some of it's weight and wipe your tears away.

I missed you while you were away in Syldra. How was it, by the way? I remained here, missing your smile and your warmth. I hope you missed me too, although I'm sure you were too busy serving your people to have much space for it.

I don't have much time to sneak this note onto your dinner tray so for now I sign off.

All my love,

Fin xo

Scarlett hugged the note to her chest, sniffed the paper a little and imagined Fin writing it. She makes a note to kiss his hands the next time she saw him, she knew how they ached after holding a quill.

And then she remembers her conversation with her father and all the pain comes back. She folds the note and tucks it in with all his others in her top bedside drawer.

As she is reaching back for the food, a knock come at her door.

"Come in," she calls and looks up as the knob turns and her father steps into her room.

"Father?" Jericho looks awkward to be in her room.

"May I sit?" her gestures to her ottoman and she nods, watching and waiting for him to sit and speak.

"I considered what you said and I wanted to say that I am sorry," at her surprised look he grimaces and continues, "sometimes, I forget that I am not just a king, I am your father and you are not just a princess, you are my daughter. This afternoon, when you told me you were in love, I wore the wrong mask so for that, I apologise." he explains and she nods.

"So, you will change the laws?" she asks, quietly. He grimaces again.

"I will, on the condition that I meet this man first. I want to know that that heart of yours that you give so freely will be well taken care of," he says and she grins, throwing herself at him in a giant hug.

"Thank you, father, although, I think you may know him already," she says and he makes a confused sound so she pulls back. "Do you know Finian? De Seel? He is one of the butler's here?" she asks and her father considers.

"White hair, scrawny, always cracking jokes with your brother, Finian?"he asks and she nods and he nods, silently, still with a tiny grimace.

"Well, I- as a father, no man is good enough for my daughter, but if you were to choose someone, I am glad it is someone I know can be trusted. Your brother would not have tolerated him if not." Jericho stands and turns to his daughter. "I will write the decree in the morning," he says and then just like that, he is gone from her room.

She doesn't go back to sleep, she waits, 5 minutes, then 10, until she is sure he is gone and she cannot wait another second. She rushes from her room and follows the back staircases down into the servants quarters, sneaking past a few of the later sleepers to a familiar bedroom door.

She knocks twice, then once, then twice. The door swings open to reveal Fin, concern etched on his face even around the toothbrush in his mouth. She flushes a little when she notices he is shirtless, but pushes past into his room anyway. He gives her a 'one second' finger and goes to the small washbowl in the corner to rinse his mouth and toothbrush, before coming back to sit beside her on the bed.

"You got my letter," he says, brushing his fingers over her cheeks as if wiping away her tears. She takes his hands and presses them to her lips.

"Thank you for writing it," he nods but she can still feel him scanning her. "I'm alright, I'm actually better than alright," she flirts, obviously looking at his bare chest. He blushes and reaches for his sleep shirt, but she doesn't miss the way he winces when trying to put it on. She reaches for him and helps him with it.

"You putting my shirt on for me is so counterintuitive to what we both want, dearest," he says, winking at her and she blushes and shakes her head.

"I know, but you being in pain overrides counterintuitiveness," she assures, kissing his cheek.

"I'm okay, pain's not any worse than usual. Now, what happened today to upset you so?" covering her hand with his. She squeezes his hand in excitement.

"I asked my father to change the laws around who I could marry," she says and his face is joyous surprise, before realisation seems to hit him. He pulls his hand away.

"But... if you were crying? He said no, didn't he?" Fin says, dejectedly and Scarlett moves closer to him and runs her hand through his hair, pressing her lips to his shoulder.

"About ten minutes ago he came to see me in my bedchamber. He's writing the decree to overturn the law tomorrow," she whispers to him, unable to hide her absolutely giddy grin.

He turns to face her, his lips inches from her own.

"He's changing it?" he asks, so quiet, as if it would be any less true if he questioned it louder. Her smile turns tender.

"He's getting rid of it all together," she confirms and he pauses for a second.

And then Fin's lips are on hers, not wasting any time for preamble as his tongue pushes into her mouth. She groans happily and kisses him back just as enthusiastically, her hands tugging at his hair eagerly as his mouth greedily takes hers.

Her hands find the hem of his shirt and she pushes her hands up under it, touching his back, his ribs, feeling the beat of his heart. It is only when her hands drop lower that he pulls back, taking her hands away from his body. His lips don't go far, his nose brushing hers.

"Not yet, my love. First, your father has to make the decree, then I will court you, like you deserve, like a proper gentleman. After that, while my knees aren't great, I will get down on one and ask you for your hand in marriage. I want you to have a wedding night that is something special, not something we have already done together," he says, and it's so romantic, she almost forgets how badly she wants him. Almost.

"Why did I have to fall in love with someone who is so... respectful?" she whines softly and he laughs.

"Not too respectful," he says and then leans in so his lips brush her ear. "If it makes you feel any better, you are the subject of some dreams that I would never dare detail to a lady," he says and she shudders a little, before remembering two could play at that game.

She stands hurriedly.

"I should go. If you won't touch me, I will dream of you and touch myself," she says and he stands, crowding her against the door.

"That's very mean, your highness, but still not going to get you what you want," he cups her face in his hands and leans in to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Goodnight, my heart," he says and she blushes but knows the moment has passed.

"Goodnight, my love," she replies, before slipping out his door and back up to her own room, falling sleep to her dreams of waking up with Fin for the rest of her life.

~~

idk we needed some AU Finlett, y'know?

[rourkeoriain]

The gorgeous girl who had spent the entirety of her first ten minutes in the tiny Edinburg pub being accosted by a toothless would-be thug gave herself away with her kindness and her patience more than her wide doe eyes and air of soft innocence. The Scottish underworld was ugly. Far too ugly for something as beautiful as her.

The only thing worse than being in the wrong place of the wrong part of town at the wrong time of night was not knowing who you were there with. The pretty stranger would find that out quickly if Rourke had enough sense to mind his own business. But when the thug put his hand on the woman after she tried to move away, the young O'Riain lost his senses completely.

"If you want to keep that hand, I suggest you remove it."

Both sets of eyes blinked at him and he tried not to linger on the stranger's pretty hazel. He leveled a hard stare to the goon, daring him to protest.

"What." The guy snorted, mocking. "You gonna cut it off?"

The thug rolled his eyes and Rourke felt that O'Riain switch flip deep down inside. In the next breath he put his pistol on the bar top between them and squared his shoulders. "I've done a lot worse for a lot less." He wasn't typically the bragging type but it was nothing but truth that he'd gotten to where he was the hard way, in the gutters doing the Family's dirtiest work. "Wanna try me?"

The guy muttered and mumbled, cursing the O'Riain name as he finally backed off and threatening something about how he also had powerful friends.

"Are you alright?" Rourke motioned to the bartender to refill the woman's drink and leave the bottle on the bar.

"He said that being a guest of the O'Riains made me valuable." The woman stared into the reflections of the dim bar lights on the shining bar surface as she talked. "He called me an asset." She swallowed audibly and Rourke sighed. Of course she was a guest.

"I don't know how you wandered here, miss but I'm going to have to take you back." Rourke drained his glass and slid a stack of bills, far more than what they'd dranks worth, across to the man behind the bar with a respectful nod as he pulled his tight leather bomber back on and shrugged his shoulders to adjust the fit. His fingers idly played with the zipper as he tried not to startle the girl but also resolved not to linger. "S'not safe outside the estate for guests of the Family this time a'night."

"I don't want to go back to the estate." Kate blurted without meaning to, then awkwardly adjusted her hair behind her ear and tried again. "I just wanted to see the lower town. After such a long flight I couldn't stand be cooped up again."

Their eyes met. Rourke studied the almost shifting colors in her hazel eyes. He tried not to trace the gentle slope of her nose or the full curve of her lips. Gods she was lovely.

Rourke checked his watch with a huff, shrugged and then held out a hand. "My name is Rourke O'Riain, by the way. And there's only one place I can guarantee your safety that we could go."

–

Edinburgh didn't have the world class high rises of modernity, all steel and glass. But the rest of the world didn't have Edinburgh's history either.

"No freaking way." Kate, as he'd finally learned, seemed to love the land as much as he did. She had her face pressed to the glass of his absurdly tiny sports car the entire drive up the Scottish coast to Castle Rock, the city's oldest and highest point. "You live here?"

"I have holdings." Rourke replied, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as they idled, waiting for the massive iron gate tucked into one crook of the mountainside foothill slowly opened. "Family stuff."

He hoped that would suffice but couldn't help his little sigh. It was all a bit strange and he wasn't sure Skye would love her guest at one of their safe houses but at least he wouldn't have to explain away a firefight or get stuck burying more bodies any sooner than necessary.

"It's just for the night." Rourke's eyes were soft, softer than Kate expected even in the low light. It was all so much. They pulled into a spacious garage but Rourke motioned for Kate to sit tight until the massive steel doors sealed behind them. "Sorry about that." Rourke cleared his throat and swung open the driver's side door. He was at Kate's side just as she reached for the handle. "Protocol. We can go in now."

What seemed like a dark cavern slowly illuminated, as if the building itself had sensed their entrance and welcomed them with a soft warm glow. "There's more beds than you can imagine and the fridge and cellars are always full. You're welcome to help yourself to anything." Rourke stripped his jacket, leaving him in a tight white tee and tighter dark denim with pristine black leather boots. "Any guest of the family is family. If there's anything you need-"

"Anything I need?" Kate looked at Rourke like he'd grown another head. "You saved my life and brought me here and you're asking me if there's anything I need."

Rourke laughed, a warm sound that vibrated his chest. They both liked it. "Should I demand payment instead?"

He was joking, or at least he thought he was but the way her dark hair caught the moonlight streaming in through the sitting room's wide windows made his breath hitch.

"It'd be more reasonable than just this." Kate wrapped her arms around herself, clearly beginning to feel out of place and self conscious.

Rourke couldn't begin to imagine how strange her last 24 hours must have been. "I'll make you a deal, Katie." His blue eyes twinkled with the nickname. "I've decided that the cost of my saving your life should be a single kiss." He smiled at the shock in her eyes and the smile grew when she didn't immediately back down. "It's just a game. You don't owe me anything, Ka-"

"Okay." She blurted. "Okay. I'll do it." Her smile was small but she felt emboldened. "It's just a kiss, right."

"One kiss," he assured her.

Kate stepped closer, smiled and closed her eyes. What the hell, right.

Rourke smiled, tucked a lock of soft hair behind her ear, and dropped to his knees in front of her.

He chuckled as her eyes flew open and one of her soft hands found his shoulder. "Rourke- What?"

"Katie." Hed still stop if she wanted him to. He was pretty sure he'd do anything she wanted him to. But he bunched up her skirt in his hands and smiled up at her because he just had to try. "I never said where."

[ramshacklefey]

Prince Wilhelm was hiding in the bath, sunk down so only his head was above the water. The steam had stopped rising from the water some time ago, and aside from the soft hissing of the new steam radiator, the room was silent.

He wanted to get out of the bath, put on his robe, and go curl into a ball under his blankets. Maybe he could pretend he was ill, and refuse to come out of his rooms for the evening. Surely, he had been to enough of the day's events that he could get away with skipping this one. The thought of putting on his stiff evening suit and descending to the dining hall to be stared at and fussed over made him feel ill. And there would be dancing afterward, which meant being stuck in the ballroom with its deafening echoes and music swirling out of control. He was supposed to make conversation there, but he didn't see how anyone else could even hear what was being said in that room.

He thought of sneaking down the back stairs to the stables, saddling Freyja, and leaving the palace. But he would never make it off the grounds and through the city without anyone spotting him.

There was a soft knock at the door, and his father came in. King Gregor was already dressed in his evening wear, all dark blue and gold braid, with ribbons braided into his long white beard. His dark eyes took in Wilhelm, huddled in the cooling bath, and the untouched tray of soaps on a table beside him. He sighed and pulled up a stool to sit beside the tub.

"You won't get out of it by waiting up here, you know," he said gently.

Wilhelm didn't answer. They both knew all the things he wanted to say. They'd had the conversation a hundred times already.

"I'm sorry, Will," his father said. "This isn't what your mother or I wanted for you. But the political situation has gotten worse, and we need to find a way of cementing our ties to our neighbors. At least you get to choose."

"That's not much of a comfort when I know I'll be choosing someone I don't love," said Wilhelm.

"You don't know that," said his father, "This is only your coming-of-age. You don't have to choose tonight."

"Father, we both know I'm never going to find a woman I can love," he said softly.

His father sighed. "Have you washed your hair yet?" he asked.

Wilhelm shook his head, and Gregor reached over and grabbed the small cup lying by the tub. Wilhelm sat up, hugging his knees to his chest, as his father began gently washing his long, dark hair. There was no sound between them but the soft splashing.

"Come on," his father said when he was done, "get out of there before you catch cold."

The sound of him getting out of the bath brought his attendants creeping around the door, carrying clothes, perfumes, and hair-brushes. King Gregor dismissed them with a sharp look, and led Wilhelm into the bedchamber. Wilhelm grudgingly started dressing himself in the outfit his tailor had spent the last two months on. He wished Clas would have listened to him and not made the jacket from cloth-of-gold, but Clas had insisted that this was traditional for this event.

Once he was dressed, his father sat him in front of his mirror and began combing out his hair.

"Love is a fine thing," Gregor said as he worked, "but it comes in many forms. No one would say that being in love isn't one of the best things in life, but when it comes to a marriage... well, there are other things that matter just as much. Find yourself a woman who enjoys your company, has a good heart and a good head, and who you can respect. What happens after that is up to the two of you."

"Is that how you and mother were?" he asked.

"It was," said Gregor. "Lilia was my best friend. We didn't have quite the same difficulties that you will, but we respected each other. And if either of us had, I know we could have worked it out. That's far more valuable than any impassioned romance. And you know, Will, all the young women down there who have an ounce of sense are looking for the same thing. Do you want your hair tied back, or left down?"

"Down please," said Wilhelm. "But father, what am I going to do? Am I really supposed to find a woman who will want to be married to a man who doesn't even-"

"You're making too many assumptions," said Gregor with a wry smile. "What makes you think that all those women are any more interested in you than you are in them? Plenty of women would think it a blessing to be married to a man who is going to make no demands of them in the bedroom. And since you're my younger son, no one is going to be expecting an heir."

"Unless Mikkel doesn't have any children," Wilhelm said bitterly. "And then what?"

"That," said Gregor, "is a problem that can be solved when, and if, it becomes one. Now. We are going down to dinner. It's going to be alright son. Why don't you try talking to King Marcus's daughter, Claudia? She's quiet, but I had an interesting conversation with her this afternoon. I think you two will get along well."

"I will," he said, "but only to please you."

Gregor smiled and squeezed his shoulder. "That'll be enough," he said.

~~~~

The ballroom was a roaring whirl of light and sound. The smell of drinks and perfume was making his head reel. Wilhelm had just managed to escape the dancing crowd for a moment and was standing on the edge of the floor, sipping a cup of chilled wine, when a young woman came and plopped onto the bench beside him.

Her face was flushed from dancing and her eyes sparkled very prettily as she looked back out over the floor.

"Good evening, Your Highness," she said, nodding politely.

"Good evening," he said, "I see you're enjoying the festivities."

"As much as I can! It isn't often I get a chance to see such sights! His Majesty truly has put on a splendid event. And how are you enjoying the evening, Highness?"

He looked down at her, wondering where she might be from. While it was true that his was one of the larger and more powerful kingdoms in the area, he didn't think any of them were so poor as to make this seem like a rare extravagance. She met his eyes, and there was something mischievous there that made him uncomfortable. It seemed she knew more about him and his feelings than she was letting on.

"Everything is wonderful," he said. "Forgive me, I've met far too many people in one day..."

"Oh, of course, my apologies," she said, bounding to her feet and dropping an elegant curtsy. "Tellervo, daughter of Lord Tapio and Lady Mielikki."

"My apologies," said Wllhelm, "I must have misheard you in the noise of the dancing. Did you say-"

"You didn't mishear me, your highness," she said, winking at him.

"Then you're talking nonsense," he said.

"Not at all," said Tellervo, "I am precisely who I say I am. The question is, do you believe me?"

Wilhelm stared at her. There was no way she wasn't joking with him. Tapio and Mielikki were two of the old forest gods. No one except rural peasants believed in them any more, and actual worship was forbidden by the Church. His father used to tell him the old stories about them when he was little, but he had long outgrown his love of the old tales.

"If you are who you say you are," he said at last, "then what are you doing here?"

"I have business here," she said. "Business that you may be able to help me with."

"I see," he said. Perhaps she was a bit touched in the head. It would be best to be polite in that case, until he was able to find out who she really was. Undoubtedly she had been sent here with attendants, who were likely worried about having lost track of her. "And what business might that be?"

"You don't believe me," she said. "I was hoping you would, you know. You're one of the few people who still care about the old stories of us."

Wilhelm was about to reply to her, when Mikkel came bounding up and threw an arm around his shoulder.

"There you are little brother!" he said boisterously, "What are you doing skulking here in a corner by yourself?"

"I was just talking to-" Wilhelm began, but Tellervo was gone. She must have slipped away.

"No excuses!" said Mikkel. "I know you hate parties, but you can't be over here neglecting your guests like this! Here, just stick with me, all right? I'll keep the ravening hordes at bay. Just let me know if you see someone you actually want to talk to, and I'll let them pass."

Wilhelm, feeling rather dazed, let his brother tow him back into the press of people. As he did, he thought he heard a voice whisper, "I'll see you again soon."

You, the prince have been suffering through the parade of prospective brides all day. They’re all beautiful, wonderful women. But you’re gay.

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Can I get a Budda Baker signature at a public signing event?

Budda Baker, the Arizona Cardinals' star safety, is a beloved player with a loyal fan base. For many fans, the opportunity to meet him and get his autograph is a dream come true. But can you get a Budda Baker signature at a public signing event? The answer is: it depends.

Factors that Influence Your Chances of Getting a Budda Baker Autograph

Here are some factors that can influence your chances of getting a Budda Baker autograph: The type of event: Signing events can vary significantly in terms of their format and the number of attendees. A small meet-and-greet with limited guests will likely offer a better chance of getting an autograph than a large public signing event. The popularity of the event: If the event is highly anticipated, expect larger crowds and more competition for Baker's time. The time of day: The time of day can affect the crowd size and the overall pace of the signing event. You may have better luck early in the morning or late in the afternoon when the crowds are smaller. Your position in line: It goes without saying that the earlier you arrive, the better your chances of getting a signature. If you are towards the back of the line, don't despair. There are still strategies you can use to increase your chances.

Tips for Increasing Your Chances of Getting a Budda Baker Autograph

If you are hoping to get a Budda Baker autograph, here are some tips to help you increase your chances: Arrive early: This is perhaps the most important tip. Get to the event well in advance of the scheduled start time to secure a good spot in line. Be respectful: Remember, Baker is a busy professional athlete. Treat him with respect and patience. Don't rush him or be pushy. Have your item ready: Before you get to the front of the line, have your item ready for Baker to sign. Make sure it is something he is comfortable signing. Be creative: If you want to stand out, try bringing a unique item for Baker to sign. This could be a football, a jersey, or even a piece of art. Be prepared to wait: Signing events can take a long time. Be prepared to stand in line for several hours.

What to Bring to a Budda Baker Signing Event

Here are some things you might consider bringing to a Budda Baker signing event: A Sharpie pen: A black Sharpie is the standard for signing events. A piece of merchandise: Baker is likely to sign merchandise like footballs, jerseys, or even posters. A picture: You might be able to get Baker to sign a picture of him or a picture of yourself with him. A gift: If you want to show your appreciation, you could bring a small gift for Baker.

What Not to Bring to a Budda Baker Signing Event

There are also some things you should avoid bringing to a Budda Baker signing event: Large or bulky items: Avoid bringing items that will be difficult to carry or that will take up a lot of space. Valuables: Do not bring anything you can't afford to lose. Food or drinks: It's important to be mindful of your surroundings and avoid bringing food or drinks that could be messy or distracting.

Alternative Ways to Get a Budda Baker Signature

If you are unable to attend a signing event, there are other ways you can get a Budda Baker autograph: Online retailers: You can find signed Budda Baker merchandise available for purchase on websites like eBay and Etsy. Fan mail: You can send a signed Budda Baker item to his agent or the Cardinals' organization, and they may send it back with Baker's signature. Charity auctions: Budda Baker has participated in charity auctions in the past. If you are fortunate, you may be able to bid on a signed item.

Budda Baker's Impact on the Cardinals and the NFL

Budda Baker is considered one of the best safeties in the NFL. He has been a key player for the Arizona Cardinals, and his impact has been felt both on and off the field. He is a leader on the field and a role model for young athletes. His dedication to the game and his commitment to his community have earned him the respect of fans and players alike.

Conclusion

Getting a Budda Baker autograph is a cherished experience for many fans. While it can be challenging, with the right preparation and a little bit of luck, you may be able to score a signed item. Remember to be respectful, patient, and prepared. Most importantly, enjoy the experience of meeting one of the NFL's most exciting young stars! https://lowpriceshirt.com/product/arizona-cardinals-36-budda-baker-signature-3d-hoodie-gift-for-fan/