...Lester, who saw that Meg was like him, while observing her and her Beast...
...(and who didn't admit to himself, that he had a Beast too)...
...Meg who was so scared and worried out of her mind that Lester is in dander and is going to die in the cave of Trophonius that she kept trying to catch his attention and started singing in order to guarantee his safety...
...Lester, who selflessly agreed to give his life only if Meg is going to live; and then proceeded to put himself under risk of being suffocated...
...Meg who was helplessly watching how [her] dummy stabbed himself in the heart and fell limb (I am sure that for a second she was not sure if it was the end or not)...
...Lester who watched people he knew only for a few hours were killed for his sake, clearly not understanding why they would sacrifice themselves for him ("and, for some reason, Jason Grace decided that I would not die today too")...
...Meg, who was watching how her best friend was dying from poison; she didn't want him to die, she cried because she didn't want him to die...
...Lester who helped her to kill her Beast Nero... (I am sure that he is very proud of this achievement of hers)
...Lester, who promised her to come back, no matter what, because the sun always comes back...
Apollo, who did.
They, who became each other's family, because their families are shit (not all of the people/gods).
So one thing about me is I love reading and I just got some new books I want to read. I saw a post about this and now I can’t get it out of my mind - one of my current fantasies is reading a book whilst being teased and eaten out.
Like maybe I was already reading when you found me or you gave me my book deliberately, either way.
Start by just teasing me as I’m reading and making me blush. Kiss my neck, grope me and we both now how stubborn I am so I’ll try to continue reading at first. But once I put the book down and try to kiss you, place the book back in my hands and tell me I have to read it out loud.
I reluctantly agree because you say you’ll stop if I don’t. Keep teasing me and once I start squirming put your fingers in my underwear to see how wet I am and tease me about it.
“That was quick.” “Does reading really make you this wet?” “Such a slut.” “I barely have to touch you and you’re soaking.”
Then say something like “I guess if I got you this wet then I should probably do something about it.”
Move down to in between my legs, kiss and suck my thighs until I’m really begging and shaking. Warn me you’ll stop if I stop reading and then eat me out, but take your time. Being made to keep reading whilst your mouth is on me, but I have to read it out loud to you and told to start sentences again when I stumble or gasp because of what you’re doing.
But you don’t stop, you don’t let me off that easily and you keep going while taunting me.
“Speak up baby.” “I thought you wanted to read.” “I can’t hear what you’re saying over your pathetic moans.” “Maybe I should give you a break so you can collect yourself before we continue.” “Louder, I can’t hear you.”
Don’t let me cum until I’ve finished reading a chapter…or two.
dressed elegantly. this will never leave my head. the implications of this.
because geralt and his company, they saddled up, left beauclair, travelled through mountains and frozen blizzards and downpours and muddy sod for two to three months. you need to pack outfits for that. you need to plan your gear.
what was the rest of the company wearing? what did they pack for this long journey? they packed practically, dressed warmly for the frozen journey of january, february, march. geralt wore a wolf-skin cloak, a scarf, a shawl… milva wore a fox-fur kalpak, angoulême wore a hat with a pompom and a sheepskin coat. cahir’s dress isn’t mentioned, but he must have been dressed similarly, because he rubs his hands briskly together and were he not dressed warmly he otherwise would have frozen to death. regis’ dress isn’t mentioned, but it is mentioned that he’s immune to the freezing temperature. so, i mean, it doesn’t matter what he’s wearing in this scene, maybe a regular outfit.
but at stygga. dressed elegantly.
so you’re telling me that. regis packed his things in preparation for their flight from beauclair, went to his quarters after geralt explained to him the satisfactory reasons they were leaving, and went,
“alright, time to prepare for this long and dangerous journey that will conclude in a great clash between our forces and the kidnappers of ciri. the end of our quest. the final journey. and a dangerous road awaits us, with snow still blocking the passes, frost and white all around. a grand fight and conflict awaits us. what gear should i prepare, what should i wear for this expedition, what kinds of clothing should i pack.”
and then he went:
“you know, i want to look fucking good ✨ when we get there 💅🏻🦇”
imagine the final preparation before they approach castle stygga. geralt sees the castle hewn out of the cliffside, effortlessly noticing every detail from far away, seeing like an eagle with his mutated eyes. and like an eagle, compelled to swoop down and snatch vilgefortz like a fish. ordering the company forward, declaring they’ve made it. this is the moment they have all been waiting for. everyone has been waiting such a long time for this. they prepared everything.
they wait until midnight. angoulême eagerly unsheathes and whets her long sabre, swings her axe around with predatory glee. cahir fits the plate armor and winged officer’s helmet he scavenged from a small nilfgaardian dispatch that they ran into extorting caravista for tax. milva tightens the same worn, polished leather bracer that she’s always had on her left arm, and mutters as she fixes her spiralled arrow fletchings over boiling water. geralt, with nothing left to do, paces and breathes, wondering where the hell regis has gone.
just then, regis walks out from behind an outcropping of rock, eyes glinting with cat-like light, in his “elegant” outfit, absolutely slaying that shit, and all his friends look at him absently like. “what the hell are you wearing. where the fuck did you get that. you packed that? you planned your outfit for the final battle, you planned this outfit in advance three months ago?” to which he counters, “well, three months isn’t very long at all,” and they’re like, “this is the preparation you made? we thought you left to do some secret vampire rituals or whatever. or to reckon with yourself for the severe violence we’re about to inflict.” and he’s like “no, i just wanted to make sure i was dressed nicely for the occasion”
@sinnerzforsaintz (Lucifer to Alastor) "So, I gotta be honest. I thought if something happened to your mic, you wouldn't be able to talk. Because of that radio reverb you got going. But even snapped in half, it made no difference....?"
"Of course not! That would be ridiculous. My mic is merely for show and I have full control over everything with or without it." He nearly called Lucifer an idiot but managed to keep himself from using those exact words at least. Whether he was being honest or not was a completely different story however.
‘oh you have a new interest? thank god you’re being normal about it and not spending all your money-’ SHUT UP. CLASSICS SECTION IN THE CHARITY SHOP DOWN THE ROAD
what they don't tell u abt getting into academia is sometimes getting a huge pile of books from amazon about one very niche topic for free can feel like christmas
i want you to know that I previously owned all the L M Montgomery books EXCEPT blue castle, and I have just ordered Blue Castle. Please never stop filling my dash with this stuff <3
aaaah the scenes with Louis and Claudia talking telepathically in front of Lestat are soooo manically and painfully delicious after seeing that interview mentioning how Lestat can hear them
"'Boys seem to have lots of good times, but they're often obliged to be killed! Girls don't have as many good times I believe, but they have lovely hair!'"
Part 1, Princess Floralinda and the Forty-Flight Tower