#amata core

[dearlymrme]

It's The Small Things (Papa Emeritus x Reader)

Summary: The little things they do to show they love you.

Primo

It feels divine. Laying with your back pressed to Primo's chest and a book in your hands, while Primo plays with your hair. The room smells of lavender that's been freshly brought in from the garden and potted in the corner where the window light can keep it healthy. It also is thick from his fingers as he slides in a small amount of homemade oil into your locks.

"Mia stella, you've been on that page for the past twelve minutes." He chuckles, deep from his chest, you can feel the vibrations against your back. He's right, though. You've gotten lost in the warmth of his body. You've since lost track of what was going on in your book. Primo then places a kiss on your head and skirting his nails gently against your scalp.

You give a nearly pornographic moan at the feeling. His scratching sends pleasurable jitters down your back and causes you to erupt into a shake.

Primo's hands pause, and you flush embarrassingly at the sudden tightness in your core.

"Stella…" A teasing kind of joy was in his voice. "Did I just make you shudder?" You whine and cover your face with the book.

"Shut up."

"From just this?" He does it again, and an equally powerful tremor runs through your body. Another soft moan falling from your lips that borders on whine.

"Please ignore."

"Now, I’ve pulled your hair before, but I’ve never gotten you to shudder like this." Your whimper as he tilts your head back. You glance at him over the book and your lashes to see him with a soft smile on his face.

"I'm still learning new things about you, stella."

Secondo

You are jerked out of white noise by a hot and wet fabric sliding over the inside of your legs. You ankle kicks out and bumps into Secondo's calve as he sits beside you and runs the hot rag at the apex of your thighs, cleaning up the sticky wetness left behind by your coupling.

You passed out.

"Awake now, mia amata?" You grumble softly in response and smile as your lover places a soft kiss to your collarbone, gently over the marks he had left behind.

"Sorry." You apologize and earn a deep chuckle from the man as he places another kiss, this time closer to the junction of your neck where you hiss from contact.

"Ah. I have something for that." He says and retreats. You hear a cap being popped and glance at his hand to see a small tube with a green cap. "And don't apologize. You flatter me. It's good to know I can still fuck you unconcious."

The contents are clear, more like a jelly, and cold when he slathering it on the sore spot. It smells medicinal but not overly strong.

"What's that?" You ask him.

"Bruise cream. I know I can be a little rough. This'll help." He says and gently applies the medicine. You tilt your head to the side to give him better access.

"There's something on the table beside you, too." He says, and you glance over to see a plate of your favorite fruit and a glass of iced water.

It's not a new thing for him to take such good care of you after a heavy bout, but it never fails to bring a soft smile to your face. Who doesn't like being spoiled?

"All this for little ol' me?" You joke as he tends to your injures. He picks up one of your hands and lays a kiss at your pulse.

"This and more. Just ask."

Terzo

The kitchen smells like tomato and garlic. You hover over Terzo shoulder as he stirs the red paste in the sauce pan and hums a little under his breath.

“You want to keep stiring it until it thickens up just a little bit. The heat will evaporate most of the water in the sauce.” You nod at his sage advise and go back to stiring the noodles, the water a starchy pale yellow and you can’t tell if that’s bcause of the noodles themselves or because of the butter he told you to you add to them.

“I tried making the sauce like you do, but I can never get it as sweet as yours.” You said to him with a pout. It’s true you have tried making his favorite just like he does as a surprise for him after work, but after your first batch, which you burnt, you still can't get everything right.

He walked in on you chanting ritualistic curses at the burnt remains and undercooked noodles, and laughed before rolling up his sleeves and taking the pan from you.

You may not have been able to surprise him with spaghetti, but he seemed all the more happy to make it with you

This time, you have a fifteen minute timer on the stove to help you keep track of just how long the noodles need to cook as he handled the sauce making.

“You want to know my secret?” He asks with a smile, and you raise a brow.

“You have a secret?”

“Si.” He reaches up into the coffee cabient and pulls out the sugar tin.

“You do not.” Your mouth drops open as he adds a small spoon of brown sugar to the sauce and stirs it in.

“I do too.” He snickers. “Helps the acidicy of the tomato’s. Is what I tell myself, but really, you know I have a sweet tooth.” He then leans over to you and places a kiss on your head.

"Terzo. Italians everywhere would scream in rage if they knew this."

He chuckles and hands the spoon to you to taste.

"So I piss off an Italian or two, what are they going to do, shake a sauce spoon at me?" You take a taste and make a frustrated face. It's good, dammit.

“Though if we’re being honest, I think getting to cook with you would make it sweet enough to eat already.”

You blush and lean up to press a kiss to his lips and then another and another.

The timer nearly goes forgotten as you get distracted in each other's embrace.

Copia

"Winner gets anything they want." Copia bargain, and you stare with gummy wet eyes at the Joycon he's offering. You sniffle and rub at the snot, coming down your nose. You're done crying. Now you just need cheering up.

"Come now. I promise it'll help you feel better. Take your mind away from all the bad that's happened today. You love playing video games." You do. A hobby both you and him share. Even though he is more of a retro fan, when you showed him the colorful smooth graphics of the Switch, he was instantly enamored.

He still hasn't mastered the analog stick yet, but that doesn't stop him from playing and enjoying himself with you.

"We can play your favorite tracks. They could even be all Rainbow Roads, and I'll still play them." You sniffle again and wipe your cheeks of the leftover trail of tears.

"Winner gets anything they want?"

"Anything."

Four tracks later, you're laying in his lap with his arms wrapped around you and lips giving angel kisses to the crown of your head. He runs his sharp but gentle nails down your back as you bury your face in his neck. Inhaling the smell of his soap and cologne as you all but melt against him.

"You know you don't have to beat me at a game to ask for snuggles, si?" You nod and hum an affirmation against his skin.

"I know. But you were right. This was fun."

"Feeling a little better?"

"Yeah." You are, but now you were curious.

"What would you have asked for?" Copia taps the back of your neck to get your attention, and you remove yourself from the crook of his shoulder. You're granted a soft kiss on the mouth and moan as he deepens it just enough to force a sigh after.

He smiles at you, eyes twinkling with love.

"The same thing."

#dee writes #papa emeritus x reader #primo #secondo #terzo #copia #cardinal copia #papa emeritus i x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost band #my personal headcanons

[simplegenius042]

What's at your OC's core? Quiz

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton

Tagging @shallow-gravy @strangefable @strafethesesinners @direwombat @derelictheretic @voidika @onehornedbeast @josephslittledeputy @g0dspeeed @carlosoliveiraa @cassietrn @chazz-anova @ladyoriza @adelaidedrubman @deputyash @purplehairsecretlair @corvosattano @ec-10 @inafieldofdaisies @minilev @nightbloodbix @neverthesameneveranother @vampireninjabunnies-blog @wrathfulrook @thewanderer-000 @a-rose-in-a-garden-of-weeds @snake-in-the-garden @henbased and @fourlittleseedlings + anyone else who wants to join.

You can find the quiz here. Results below.

Joaquin Cobalt (The UnTitledverse)

Honestly this describes Joaquin's core character almost perfectly. Due to being classified as a Balancer, the multiverse unfortunately revolves around him, even when he'd rather it not. Though his status of "supposed to be non-existent" also means the multiverse is trying to "correct" its mistake and get rid of him. Joaquin doesn't even know he's running from his past opposition as he didn't think he had much of a past to begin with, so yeah, he is at a disadvantage. Though there's nothing here about his protection over his friend nor his lack of mercy over his enemies, which is slightly disappointing.

Silva Omar (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles)

Geez... this result actually holds a lot more merit to it than I expected. Silva is a mentor in a way, and becomes a more personal one to Azriel and Mercy. Her whole arc is about whether she'll continue her brutality and black-and-white view on the world or soften up and find the grey in the middle, understand it better. Show some mercy to those who deserve it. There's also the "reincarnation" thing... becoming smarter and quicker as each life resets. In a way that's how the Third Eye works... while Silva doesn't entirely know it, in each world she is "reborn" in, her Third Eye installs subconscious memories of her past lives to make her instincts quicker.

Haoyu Anabuki (Life, Despair & Monsters)

The problem with Haoyu is that they were solely focused on finding their long-lost half-sister they only focus on that one goal and ignore everything else. Well... at least they try to, but the guilt of not helping others when they have the power to do so pushes them to go on ahead and do just that. Haoyu has seen so much general and cosmic horror for someone who really should be in, like, university at that point.

Marissa "Ress" Bishop (A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, a Fallout fanfic series)

It's not that Ress isn't genuine in her emotions. Not at all... in fact that's mostly thanks to her half-human side. However, she has extreme difficulty with understanding emotions and extending that kind of support to others. She's also extremely powerful thanks to the magic on her non-human side. It also sucks that the first people she connected with (Amata and the Lone Wanderer) were the first people she cared for that died. She closes herself off to other companions, and becomes more distant with each new loss (her brother, mother, Charon, Raul, Christine, etc) . Eventually by the events of Fallout 4 she comes across as a bit of an asshole, and thinks every negative thing about herself is well deserved.

Crawford Klaus (The UnTitledverse and Far Cry The Silver Chronicles)

A self-absorbed and careless pharmaceutical tycoon, Crawford would sell out anyone just to save his own skin and keep the status quo of him in power at peace. Even if it means drugging a British town stuck in a 1940s mindset and might be a cult, to test out knew strains of medicine and whatnot even if those people die in the process. Alexander Khaos hates this man with a burning passion, and is regretful he didn't kill the dick when he had the chance. How pleasantly unfortunate that Mr. Klaus gets the attention of the ICA and the ire of the infamous hitmen; Agent 47 and "the Cleaner" aka Albert Paczkowski.

#the untitledverse #oc: joaquin cobalt #far cry the silver chronicles #oc: silva omar #life despair & monsters #oc: haoyu anabuki #a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #fallout oc #oc: marissa “ress” bishop #oc: crawford klaus #oc quiz

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

[closed starter for @shatteredwastes - based off this post]

He had hoped to let her take things at her own pace, tried to let things come into their own without him trying to push or nudge them along... but that was not how things were going to turn out at this rate, are they?

He does not need visions of the future, nor the words of an oracle, to see where this all was headed, where it all could end up.

You did not rescue Claudia and grant her shelter to see her die, nor did you promote Amata and tie her to everyone in order to see herself pull away from the world.

Another part of you is caustically giddy at the irony, a hermit trying to stop another from becoming a hermit as well. You... are doing your best to keep that side of you in check, scathing commentary is ill advised for this after all.

Not when every moment you grow closer to her, to the chamber hidden away within your heart the Halls, you feel the anguish brewing within her. The frustration, the sorrow, the isolation, even surrounded by an ever-growing veritable kingdom of individuals joining under and rallying to your banner... and that gnaws at you more than you've tried to let on.

...but that was a mistake, wasn't it? Sometimes words still speak louder than actions, and clearly words are needed now.

You can only hope you can help her, given how much you have already failed her.

You take a breath, then cross the threshold, in more ways than one, as you enter her chamber - not her quarters, but the hidden room that contained her true core.

Another part of you wonders at the prominence of that observation, as if wondering if this too was a mistake... or rather if there could be more done for her here. That thought lingers as you enter the room, and Amata's focus.

#ic #shatteredwastes #the emperor - fae court of the wanderer #the restored weaver of fate #halls of krakonos

[azurdlywisterious]

Terrible News, Children

Strange place I found myself in. That guy, Dukov, and his girls went upstairs. I poke around a bit, trying to find that liquor cabinet. Needless to say I don’t find it.

I stare up at the ceiling, looking at all the bizarre things hanging from it. One of those is a jukebox. I haven’t listened to music in a while, it’s be nice to hear something happy.

You don’t deserve something happy.

I deserve to listen to something aside from you. I shake my head, trying to get the voices out, and turn on the jukebox. To my delight, I hear Three Dogs bow-wow over the air. What a delightful way to find out that I’m back in the range of Galaxy News Radio!

“News flash! Listen up, children,” Three Dogs’ voice rings out in the pre war lobby. “Lock your damn doors. The Pirate of the Wastes is out there, wreaking havoc, wrecking lives. Here's the latest.”

He’s talking about you.

No, he can’t be. I- I’ve done so much good!

Have you? Check your charts. I don’t think you have.

“Children, I'm afraid I've got some terrible, terrible news,” I hear him report mournfully. “GNR sources have confirmed that the mushroom cloud seen in the vicinity of Megaton was in fact... Megaton.”

No. No! This can’t be happening!

Yes, it can.

I sit down on the couch. My head is spinning. There’s no way… There’s no way anyone knows it was me. There’s no way they would know. Burke and Tenpenny are dead. No one else would know.

Three Dogs continues, “It's been no secret that the pre-war nuke in the center of town had a live atomic core, and under the wrong conditions, could still go kaboom. Well go kaboom it has.”

Do you like the sight of smoke, Danburite? Because there’s plenty of it now. Right across the road from where you grew up. Butch and Amata will find out what you did soon enough. Your father doesn’t love you.

He said under the wrong conditions. I still have plausible deniability!

Do you?

“But it was all just a tragic accident, right?” He asks.

Right!

Is that so, Danburite?

His voice darkens as he answers with, “Don't you believe that for a second, folks.”

I feel my stomach drop. I feel sick. I can’t be hearing this. This can’t be right!

He elaborates, “Word is that twisted old land grabber Allistair Penny, founder of the posh Tenpenny Tower, has been looking to secure that spot for years. I suspect foul play, folks.”

I clasp my hand tightly over my mouth and try to force my lungs to take deep breaths. I don’t succeed.

The sound a watch makes when enveloped in cotton…

Shut the fuck up! I feel tears pool in the small gap between my cheeks and my tightening hand. He still might not think it’s me!

But Three Dogs asks, “But just who did the dirty deed? Ask yourself this why has the kid from Vault 101 been sighted hanging around Tenpenny Tower? Why indeed...”

My vision is spotty. My ears are underwater. My heart my heart my heart is slamming against my ribs. I can’t breathe without screams coming about but I can’t scream here so I just don’t breath. This is all your fault! Why are you laughing?!

Because no one will ever believe it wasn’t you.

“Whatcha need?” Dukov’s voice ends up piercing through. “How about a drink?”

He hands me a bottle of whisky; which I drink in full. I stare dead ahead. I shouldn’t be drinking right now.

“Wasn’t expecting a scrawny bastard like you to be able to do that,” he remarks, impressed. “You should come back when you’re in a better mood to party with me and my girls!”

He laughs heartily as “I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire” plays. I don’t respond outside of thanking him for the drink and stumbling out of his building.

Rivet City. I need to find Vera. I need to find Rivet City.

#fallout 3 #fo3 Danny #decided to novelize something that happened last session and I may have gone a bit overboard #anyways if u haven’t met Danny then here’s Danny #he’s… he’s got issues

[1016anon]

Title: Random Vampire AU Author: 1016anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kathani Sharma Summary: Some stuff from the 15th century

A/N -- We are now entering Zone E. E stands for edging, D/s undertones, vampirey stuff. There's also dubious consent orgasm training/conditioning: i.e. Anthony is trying to condition Kathani's body to respond to him in certain ways. They don't negotiate it, he doesn't ask-- and to be clear, he never asks if he can continue, he just does it.

I did not research anything on attitudes re affairs in court in 15th century France.

Amata is Latin for beloved.

-7-

15th Century France

"No."

"Amata, it's not as bad as you believe it will be."

"I will not."

"Kathani, you--"

"No," she repeated harshly, eyes flashing. "You said once I'm turned, I must live in complete darkness for centuries-- that I'll never be able to stand in the sun."

"You will adjust."

"I don't want to adjust," she snapped. "I can't imagine-- I'll never see the blue sky? I'll never be able to feel its warmth on my face?"

"But you'll live by the moon and the stars-- they are just as beautiful," he said, voice soft and steady.

She shook her head adamantly and began walking hurriedly towards the door--

Anthony was there immediately, his grip on her wrists like iron. He pulled her towards him before she could try to escape where he could not follow.

She glared at him and they both knew she would be bruised with purple shackles, but let go apologetically and kissed the inside of her wrists. Kathani watched and allowed him to take her hand. He led her back to the solarium.

It was not a true solarium, but very cleverly designed using different types of stained glass and strategically placed openings in the ceiling which allowed light to filter through.

He laid her down in the nook of the solarium's wide bay window. The window was made entirely of a special type of stained glass; the soft, colorful light which filtered through seemed to caress her face as he looked down at her, then joined her.

"You can have sunlight, amata," he said quietly, touching her face. "You know what this room is. The only difference is it will not be direct."

"It is not the same--"

"And you haven't had the chance to truly experience life at night. Your vision will change-- you'll be able to see so much more than you can now."

"Anthony, you can't--"

"I know it will be a difficult adjustment, but there's another world at night. Owls, bats, all sorts of creatures you've never seen because they're nocturnal. Life will not be unending darkness, my love."

Kathani almost couldn't bear the tenderness of his gaze, the way his thumb stroked her cheekbone as he stared down at her, so certain that he would convince her. In his mind, there was no alternative.

"We are twinned, amata. I know you don't yet understand what it means, but it is," he pulled her closer to him. "It is everything. We are so lucky to have found each other."

She could feel it in her heart also, that they were what Anthony called twin flames. He was a part of her. But where Anthony thought they were perfect mirrors of each other, Kathani believed they were complements. He filled her empty spaces, just as she did his. Together, they became a whole; they were not reflections. She felt, in the very core of her being, that they were flames because she was a human, but her husband would not accept that.

"Anthony, that is not the worst part. You said that newly turned vampires are born starving-- that they're like infants who need to be fed constantly--"

"It was an analogy, I did not mean for you to take it literally."

"But it's true! For the first two centuries--"

"Not two hundred years, it takes far less time than that"

"-- I will have an unquenchable hunger for blood. I will have inhuman strength and will be able to overpower someone easily. Do not deny it," she said sharply.

"I will be here to help you, through everything. You won't be alone in this, and there are ways to obtain blood without succumbing to bloodlust."

"I will not do it."

Anthony simply looked at her, eyes dark and full of promise.

"I cannot do it."

"Kathani," he whispered in her ear.

His wife closed her eyes to keep herself from reacting.

"Amata."

She shivered, but shook her head.

It was useless; they both knew her arousal already building, her nipples unbearably sensitive. She was clenching around nothing and the slick was rapidly pooling.

He always did this during this particular fight.

He always took her apart until she couldn't remember her name; she could only remember that he owned her pleasure and therefore her body, just as he already had claim to her soul.

"Let me take care of you."

Kathani bit her lip, trying to resist. He'd-- he'd done something, and by the time she'd understood, it was too late.

His hold on her body was complete.

Always after this particular argument, as if to prove to her-- and to himself-- that even if she refused to allow him to turn her, he still owned her in every other way.

He smirked down at her knowingly, eyes surveying up and down her body as she tried to keep herself from whimpering when he lightly rested his hand on her stomach. He leaned over and inhaled right at his favorite spot and she could feel him smiling, because she's arched up and curled her toes.

There were other arguments, other occasions, other types of bed sport they enjoyed. But this--

She understood he was punishing her for resisting. Reminding her that she was his. Trying to extract promises from her while she was out of her mind with pleasure and completely at his mercy.

He'd already won the contest for ownership of her body; he enjoyed the fruits of his conquest whenever he so desired and whenever she demanded it. In all other spaces, they were equals.

Except here.

Anthony leaned over and licked the spot right at the juncture of her neck. Kathani was already taut with anticipation, eyes fluttering, knowing what was coming next. She tried to steady her breathing; she tried to calm her heart but he laughed in her ear, the sound rich and dark. He laughed at her attempts because he could hear her trying, and he laughed because he knew it would make her shiver-- make her so incredibly wet and ready for him.

"Say you do not care for me," he said in her ear.

His wife said nothing, only glared at him even as she warred her body's responses.

"Tell me, you feel nothing, and I will walk away."

The words were his ritual. She knew very well how this ended.

He licked again, raked his fangs over her skin, drawing forth a thin line of blood. He sucked, lightly.

"Amata, tell me."

Every time, he thought perhaps she might change her mind. But every time, she tilted her head up in defiance, fathomless eyes and completely in love.

He licked again, raked his fangs over her skin, drawing forth a thin line of blood. And sucked, lightly.

The fire flared brighter.

Anthony reached between her legs and she spread them open automatically.

His wife glowed under the stained glass light.

Spoils of war.

He took one last look at her before he pillaged the woman he'd conquered:

She screamed when he set his teeth in her, and came when her blood flowed.

--

The first time they had this argument, Anthony had made the mistake of saying:

"You won't even care once you've been turned."

She had absolutely exploded in a fit of rage, abandoning her dinner to storm outside, Anthony hot on her heels. It was a habit of hers, to go outside when she was angry, ever since she was a small child. Now, it meant the moon and stars and all the fireflies; the candlelight illuminating Aubrey Hall, the grand gardens and probably half the staff were witness to:

"Kathani, that is the height of hypocrisy! You would not deign to lift a finger to help the starving peasants who toil away in your father's fiefdom. You live richly off their labor-- you also feed off human life!"

"They are not same at all!"

"They are exactly the same! The only difference between you and me is the death I give them is quick and honest while the death you condemn them to eats their vitality over decades of miserable years!"

"Honest? You seduce them, you make them sleep and you drink from them-- how is that honest?"

"I don't kill them."

"But I will! You said it yourself, because I will have no self control!"

"I have self control enough for both of us-- I will stop you from killing anyone, since that is what you wish."

"What do you mean, since that is what I wish? What are you saying?"

"It means exactly what I said-- it is what you want, so I will help you!"

"Then you mean to say that if that is not what I wish, you will stop?"

"Kathani, I love you," he said, trying to will her into understanding what it meant, that he loved her after his millennia of living.

"That is not an answer," she replied angrily.

"It is for me! Why can you not accept that this is all that matters?"

"Because you have been lying to me from the beginning. You did not tell me of your true nature when we met--"

"You would not have accepted my suit if I had"

"Then you lied again when I discovered you covered in blood, standing over Henri--"

"Henri," Anthony spat out his name, "was already dying."

"From a duel you challenged him to!"

"I was defending your honor," he said, low and furious. "Did you expect me to allow his remarks to stand?"

"It was not my honor you were defending," she replied, chest heaving, equally enraged. "It was your claim."

Anthony snarled-- a truly inhuman sound that made her shiver despite herself. She found herself trapped, his arm around her waist and other hand pulling her head back to expose her neck.

Before they were married and bonded, Anthony had never brought out his teeth; and even after they were married and bonded, he was hesitant. The circumstances of her discovering his true nature were probably one of the worst imaginable and he was loath to remind her that he was not human.

Now, however, he had brought up the topic of turning her into one of his own kind and it seemed he wanted her to know exactly whom she married.

Anthony usually kissed his way down her throat-- this time, it was all biting, sucking, and fangs drawing thin welts, not quite breaking skin. When he kissed her mouth, he bit down on her bottom lip and drew blood, tasting and groaning because she was his, then invading her mouth, her blood still on his tongue.

Kathani was gasping for breath when he finally decided to begin undressing her, the cool night air teasing her exposed shoulders, her hair tumbling down, belt, dress, kirtle peeled off her body until she was left in her chemise and she undid his belt to pull off his doublet, he kicked off his breeches and took off his hose and threw his shirt to the side, opting to pull the neckline of her chemise down to expose her breast while his other hand climbed up between her legs.

She somehow felt more vulnerable, that she was in her last layer of clothing while he was naked and screwing his finger up into her, the hem of her chemise touching her thighs but barely covering her sex while he was working her, having abandoned her breast in favor of watching her reactions and pulling sounds from her when he curled his fingers or changed pace or brushed his thumb over her clit.

Her husband didn't even take his fingers out when he decided to lower them to lay on the ground, instead just pushing up further into her, forcing her up on her toes with his inhuman strength as though he meant to carry her that way, impaled on his hand, pressing in more and more until she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him in whatever way she could. A very, very distant part of her mused that if Anthony had been human, he probably would have broken his fingers and wrist attempting what he just did.

Speaking of Henri always made him cruel. He laughed darkly when she begged, the hunger in his eyes was somehow tinged with bloodlust. He didn't bother to put his fangs away, instead choosing to bite the side of her neck, a sincere threat behind it. Anthony's other hand teased the nipple of her other breast still covered by her chemise.

He was edging her, somehow able to do it so much more proficiently than any human lover she'd had. The way his nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply right before he backed off meant it was something in her scent; Anthony enjoyed edging his partners because it heightened their pleasure, but he loved it because it made clear to them that he owned their climax. He chose when and how; they might beg for mercy, but he never listened.

He didn't have to listen. Her pleasure was his pleasure and it was his pleasure to see her shaking and in tears, ready to promise him anything so long as he would let her come.

This was especially true tonight, when Kathani had to bring up that fucker Henri, who's slid into her bed after Anthony because he was an idiot and left her without a note, without warning when Simon asked him for help to quell a minor uprising. He had been gone for a few months, only to discover that she had dared to move on. It wasn't her fault-- Anthony could admit that. He hadn't sent her any letters or had a page deliver a message; she'd thought he'd abandoned her. But Anthony could and did blame Henri.

And now this-- his twin flame and wife telling him she did not want to become one of his kind. She didn't want to spend what was their rightful eternity together. He'd expected her to be thrilled and to agree immediately, not begin an argument which started with the excuse of the value of human lives and had led them here, to the real issue: all the ways he had broken her trust during their courtship.

He owned her body and soul: this was the truth and his right.

Anthony worked her over again, and again, and again.

When she shivered and cried out just from him touching-- not even putting his fingers back in, he decided he wanted to prolong things a bit. Her nipples were not very sensitive-- not as sensitive as those of past lovers-- but Anthony decided to take advantage of this opportunity to change that.

He gradually intensified how hard he pinched and bit and sucked her nipples; Kathani responded beautifully to pain, but the time he spent experimenting had made her arousal flag a bit. So he began a new cycle, bringing her to the edge each time he used a hint of teeth; it wasn't long before she was sobbing helplessly when he put his mouth to her abused chest, not even needing extra stimulation for her pleasure to rise.

His wife was beyond words at that point. Anthony had noted: she'd begged, but she'd never told him she was willing to do anything if he would let her come.

He'd lived a long time. He could be patient.

He was determined to rewrite her very body so it would only ever respond to his touch. There were stories of some flames who were actually repulsed by the touch of another. Anthony already knew he was one of them-- he'd tried to go to a whorehouse because for him, sex was an appetite similar to eating-- only to find himself repulsed because none of them smelled like her.

To return after a few months and find another man's scent-- a human's scent-- mixed with hers, all traces of Anthony gone.

Yes, he had to defend his claim.

She came when he lightly brushed his thumb over the nipple still hidden under her chemise while he pressed his other thumb mercilessly on her clit. The sound of her gasping, completely overwhelmed, was entrancing.

The best part, however, was how she sighed and cried sweetly as she clung to him when he picked her up to take them up to their bedroom. Anthony had seen this before and had one of the servants fetch some food and wine mixed with honey.

He had to rouse her from sleeping when the plate arrived, but he was pleased to see some of the soft haziness in her eyes clear as he helped her drink the honeyed wine.

She blinked up at him, staring as though she might be able to see his flame if she looked hard enough.

Later, he'd take his own pleasure from her sore and still oversensitive body.

It was nothing compared to him asking:

"Do you understand, Kathani?"

And her replying:

"Amatus," she placed his hand on her heart. "Please."

#bridgerton #kathony #fanfiction #vampire au

[sounds-right]

"Una Notte Ancora", primo singolo per Fatay

Da venerdì 22 marzo 2024 sarà disponibile in rotazione radiofonica e su tutte le piattaforme di streaming digitale "Una Notte Ancora", il primo singolo di Fatay.

Il brano "Una Notte Ancora" prodotto da CORE, pubblicato dall'etichetta Label DMB Production e distribuito da Sony Music Italia, racconta di come l'ansia possa influenzare quotidianamente la vita di una persona in modo negativo, come questa possa far sorgere dubbi, paranoie ed incertezze costanti dalle quali talvolta non si riesce ad uscire da soli. Tuttavia, la mano di una persona amata può rendere tutto meno difficile da affrontare, come la sua presenza nei momenti più difficili possa completamente ribaltare la propria prospettiva e migliorare in tutto e per tutto il proprio stato d'animo. La canzone parla di come per allontanarsi dallo stress si possa sognare un futuro diverso e di come l'amore possa "inondarti i pensieri" fino a non lasciare più spazio ad altre paure se non quella di perdere la persona senza la quale non si riuscirebbe più ad andare avanti, così da chiederle tutte le notti di restare una notte ancora.

Commenta l'artista: "La musica per me è tutto, fare musica per me è terapeutico, è il modo migliore che ho per sentirmi serena e semplicemente per stare bene. Voglio far arrivare la mia musica agli altri per aiutarli anche a capire che non saranno mai soli e che i miei pezzi saranno sempre un porto sicuro in cui sentirsi compresi. Non riesco a immaginare una vita senza un palco e senza qualcuno per cui cantare".

Biografia

Ilaria Tucci, in arte 'Fatay' cantautrice classe 2000, si innamora della musica all'età di 8 anni quando con l'appoggio dei genitori decide di prendere lezioni di pianoforte, a 11 anni si accorge del fatto che cantare nella sua cameretta quando è sola le dà conforto specialmente nei momenti di tristezza o di paura e realizza che la fa sentire sicura di se stessa e compresa. Vuole avvicinarsi sempre di più a queste sensazioni e decide di prendere lezioni di canto pop, frequenta successivamente il liceo musicale della sua città dove continua gli studi di pianoforte e comincia quelli di flauto traverso senza mai però allontanarsi dal canto. Si avvicina alla scrittura quando i suoi problemi personali la spingono a prendere carta e penna e buttare giù tutte le sue paure, ansie e incertezze realizzando che così facendo si sente meno sola.  Inizia il suo percorso artistico come "Fatay" quando i suoi amici e insegnanti affettuosamente la definiscono una fatina per via dei suoi modi di fare dolci e la sua genuinità.

L'artista fa parte della scuola di alto perfezionamento canoro RC VOCE PRODUZIONE diretta da Cecilia Cesario e Rosario Canale.

"Una Notte Ancora" è il singolo d'esordio di Fatay disponibile sulle piattaforme digitali di streaming e in rotazione radiofonica da venerdì 22 marzo 2024.

[ao3feed-janeausten]

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'AUSTEN Jane - Works' #Jane Austen #fanfic #fanfiction

[falloutstasis]

Growing up fast Part 2

The death of Jonas shook Alex to her core to the point of tears. But she wiped them away before Amata would respond to her.

"A-Are...are you okay?" Alex asked.

"Yeah." She nodded somberly. "Don't worry about me. I'm just sorry you had to find out like this. But we need to go, now. My father's men will be here any minute!"

"I'll find my dad." She sniffed once. "He'd know what to do."

Before Alex would pass the doorway, Amata held her back by the arm. "He's not here. He left!"

Confused, she stayed. "W-What? The door is sealed shut. How in the world did he opened it?"

"He opened it with his Pip-Boy." Amata explained. "He connected a wire to a panel that had a button next to it. He must have pressed it to open it. Follow me. I have a plan to escape the vault."

Amata finally let Alex walk out of her room, but not before following her closely. They were both walking slowly and very stealth like so they wouldn't make too much noise. The two were barely out of the home quarters of James Gonzalez.

"Listen...it may not be any of my business, but didn't your dad tell you anything before this happened? Anything at all?" Amata asked.

Alex shook her head. "No. I didn't know he was going to leave."

Amata let out a sigh. "I'm sure he had his reasons. Maybe Jonas was going to explain everything to you." She looked both ways to check if there was no secretary near by. When the coast is clear, she checked back on Alex.

"Look, there's another way to get out of here. There's a tunnel that leads directly from my father's office to the exit. You'll have to hack the computer in his office to open it. Use these to get into his office." Amata almost shoved her ten bobby pins to help her into her father's office. "That's how I always get in."

"O-Okay." She had no idea how to even use the bobby pins to unlock the door to the Overseer's office, but she was going to try anyway.

Escape

□ Enter the Overseer's office.

"Oh, one more thing. I have my father's pistol." She said, showing the pistol in front of Alex.

"You have what?!"

"Shhhhh! Take it in case you have to use it!"

Right away, Alex shook her head. It was a while since she handled a weapon, much less a gun. Part of her wanted Amata to use it to defend herself. "You keep it. You might need it more than I do."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"I'll find something to defend myself with." Alex responded, looking around her room.

There was a little bit of pause on Amata's end. "Okay. I'll keep it. Just be careful and I'll meet you at the exit. Watch out for security."

She saw Amata run out her room and out of the home quarters. Near by, hung on a wall was a first aid kit. Inside is just what she needed if she was going to survive. Ten Stimpaks and one Med-X for the road.

"Might as well get everything else here."

She saw a baseball bat, leaning against her desk and picked it up. She should be able to wack someone if she were in any danger.

When she was done, she slowly poked her head at the doorway, making sure she looked both ways so no one was following her. The minute she was out of her room, Officer Kendell spotted her, pointing at her.

"There you are!" He yelled out.

No sooner, three radroachs appeared behind him, ambushing the poor officer. He stood no chance against the attack and was left collapsed on the floor as Alex watched.

This would be the first death she would be exposed to in the vault.

His death caused her mind to race as the three radroachs soon spotted Alex and rushed towards her in hopes to attack her.

When they jumped one by one, it took one swing each to take them down. She didn't care about the bugs she killed, she only cared about the dead body of Kendell. She had no idea all of this would have happened and she didn't want anyone to die.

"What the hell is going on..?"

She moved along the hallway, taking her sweet time into not getting detected by anyone, radroach or human-

"You gotta help me!"

Alex's first instinct was to hit the person who had got behind her, scaring her for catching her off guard. Luckily, said person ducked before the bat hit them. She didn't register the voice until she finally took a look at them. It was Butch.

"Butch! What the hell are you doing?!" Alex whispered, shoving him. "I could have hit you!"

"Yeah, yeah. Look," The worry in her tone meant that Butch wanted her attention. So she didn't make any remarks when he spoke.

"I need your help. My mom's trapped in her room with the radroaches!"

She knew Ellen DeLoria to be a nice mother, but an alcoholic. That was much all she knew about her as she never the one to pry into people's personal business. Nonetheless, she rushed past Butch and headed over to their shared home quarters. Butch did his best to catch up and he waited by the doorway by the time Alex made it to Ellen's room, where she was being attacked by three more radroaches.

She got rid of those radroaches with the bat. These were slightly tougher, but Alex got rid of them all the same. Ellen collapsed on the bed.

"A-Alex?"

Alex stood up, checking to see if there's any injuries on Butch's mother. "Are you alright, Mrs. DeLoria?"

"Yes. I am. Thank you."

Ellen was too shocked to pay attention to anything else but her well being, so Alex left the room. She was only meet with a bone crushing hug from Butch.

"You did it! My mom is going to be okay! You're the best friend I've ever had, man!"

She managed to wiggle her way out of Butch's grip. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look-"

Suddenly, a Tunnel Snake jacket was shoved onto her arms. "Take this."

As it turns out, Butch had a spare Tunnel Snake jacket that he took out under his bed. She didn't want to put it on, not knowing how dirty it was, she put it around her waist instead.

"T-Thanks."

Before Butch responded, Alex and Butch heard the Overseer over at the Vault's intercom.

'Attention vault residents: There has been a Radroach infestation. All Vault residents are to stay in their quarters until the infestation has been eliminated.'

"A little late for that." Butch angerly replied.

"Look, Butch, I really, REALLY got to go now." Alex peeked her head out of the door way when she made it into the living room in Butch's quarters.

"Are you in trouble, Alex?" Mrs. DeLoria asked.

She sighed. "I guess I am."

Mrs. DeLoria was confused in the way Alex responded, but she made her way out of the room just before she could properly explain herself to her.

She continued to make her way towards the Overseer's office. The alarm continued to blare through out the Vault, with various corners of the Vault glowing red. She went through a hallway that lead to the diner room, the very same room where she had her 10th birthday party.

She spotted another radroach and proceeded to beat it with her bat. When she turned her head ever so slightly to her left, she spotted another body.

"Miss Taylor..."

Things were now beginning to weigh on her. People that she knew or formerly trusted were dying. All because someone opened the door to the Vault. Tears started to drop down from her face.

Yet, she kept on moving forward. She slowly walked out of the diner room and made her way to the stairs that lead to the atrium room.

#happy birthday fallout 3 lol #fallout rebellion

[poesiatriste]

Cchiù me fai male e cchiù te vogl ben e nun sacc pecché.😭💔

Pur si tu si cattiva...si sul te vec a me m' tremma o core 🧸🥺

Chi crede nell'amore riceve solo male e a chi c crer ancora piglia sul delusion...

Io ti amo lo stesso pur si tu si cattiva (tanto so che non lo sei)😭 attraverso questo blog ho conosciuto una persona che è tutto tranne che cattiva e non me ne frega un cazzo io aspetterò per tutta la vita di conoscere questa bambina perché io la amo con tutte le sue insicurezze, le sue paranoie, le sue fissazioni sul fisico, le sue ferite interiori dell'abbandono. Mi sono innamorata delle sue fragilità. Mi sono innamorata di lei che vive qui dentro il mio cuore. E ho bisogno di dirglielo...ho bisogno di guardarla negli occhi e farla sentire amata ma amata veramente porco dio non come hanno sempre fatto tutti gli altri ma sicura e protetta...😭❤

HAI CAPITO? IO LO SO CHE DA QUALCHE PARTE QUESTA PERSONA ESISTE, LO SENTO, DA TUTTA LA VITA ASPETTO DI CONOSCERLA PER DIRLE CHE SIAMO ANIME GEMELLE CHE CI APPARTENIAMO, CHE ABBIAMO PASSATO LA STESSA VITA DI MERDA E SONO QUA. Ti aspetto occhietti tristi ovunque tu sia. Sappi che non sarà la distanza che metti a farmi smettere di provare così tante cose belle per te. Se siamo sul serio legate da questo filo rosso, non esiste tempo, spazio o distanza a tenerci lontane. Sappilo. Ci siamo già incontrate e ci rincontreremo ancora ne sono sicura...Ti amo tanto.😭💔

@occhicastanitristi-blog @delusa-da-tutti @cuoregelidoo-blog

[lamilanomagazine]

Milano: Fashion Week 2023/2024, ecco il calendario e le novità

Milano: Fashion Week 2023/2024, ecco il calendario e le novità. «Torna la Milano Fashion Week, un appuntamento internazionale e fondamentale per la nostra città, che ha da sempre un legame strettissimo con la moda: un settore vasto, oltre che una potenza economica e artigianale riconosciuta in tutto il mondo e simbolo del saper fare italiano, che abbraccia tanti operatori del settore», a dichiararlo Alessia Cappello, assessora al Lavoro e Sviluppo Economico del Comune di Milano, per presentare la nuova edizione della settimana più amata dai cultori della moda e non, aggiungendo: «In una città che è una delle capitali mondiali della moda e che punta a essere sempre di più una città accogliente, consapevole e sostenibile, la direzione da prendere, sia per i cittadini che per le imprese, è quella che porta verso un’economia circolare». La settimana della moda di Milano per la stagione Autunno/Inverno 2023-2024 è ufficialmente iniziata: dal 21 febbraio si protrarrà fino al 27 febbraio. La Milano Fashion Week Women's Collection 2023 sembra essere meno vistosa rispetto alla scorsa edizione, dedicata alla Primavera Estate 2023, indimenticabile per le sfilate nei luoghi simbolo della città e i défilé aperti al pubblico. L'edizione attuale si presenta, dunque, come una versione più "soft", nonostante le forti pressioni sui marchi che hanno modificato il loro percorso: Gucci senza Alessandro Michele, in attesa dell'arrivo ufficiale di Sabato De Sarno. Inoltre, più che ingombrante risulta l’assenza di Versace che ha deciso presentare la sua collezione Autunno-Inverno 2023/2024 a Los Angeles. Nonostante ciò, l'evento, supportato dal Ministero degli Affari Esteri e della Cooperazionemoda Internazionale, ICE-Agenzia e dal Comune di Milano, promette di offrire emozioni e alcune novità interessanti, oltre alle presenze di grandi nomi come Prada, Bottega Veneta, Giorgio Armani e Max Mara. Il calendario, infatti, presenta anche una serie di talenti emergenti che stanno guadagnando spazio nel mercato e nell'immaginario della moda contemporanea. In particolare, questa edizione della Fashion Week segna il debutto sulle passerelle del designer giapponese Tomo Koizumi, supportato da Dolce & Gabbana, mentre i marchi Avavav e Alabama Muse presenteranno le loro sfilate digitali. Inoltre, tre brand indipendenti beneficiari del Camera Moda Fashion Trust Grant 2022 - Cormio, Vitelli e il tanto atteso Act N°1 confermano la loro presenza. Debutto anche per il marchio cinese con sede a Milano, Raxxy, con un evento sfilata, mentre Vitale Barberis Canonico presenterà la collezione creata in collaborazione con VitoVi in occasione del suo 360° anniversario, nel progetto Heritage & New Talents. Il calendario degli eventi sarà animato anche dalla celebrazione dei 50 anni dell'iconica scarpa Cleo di Rene Caovilla, che sarà festeggiata il 24 febbraio presso il proprio showroom attraverso la mostra "L'arte di far sognare: Cleo, icona di stile da 50 anni". Il calendario della Milano Fashion Week Autunno Inverno 2023/2024 Martedì 21 febbraio CNMI Fashion Hub Opening Mercoledì 22 febbraio 10:00 – Iceberg 11:00 – Antonio Marras 12:00 – Daniela Gregis 13:00 – Diesel 14:00 – Fendi 15:00 – Del Core 16:00 – Marco Rambaldi 17:00 – Alberta Ferretti 18:00 – N°21 19:00 – Roberto Cavalli 20:00 – Etro 21:00 – Onitsuka Tiger Giovedì 23 febbraio 09:30 – Max Mara 10:30 – Genny 11:30 – Calcaterra 12:30 – Anteprima 14:00 – Prada 15:00 – MM6 Maison Margiela 16:00 – Budapest Select 17:00 – Emporio Armani 18:00 – Blumarine 19:00 – Moschino 20:00 – GCDS Venerdì 24 febbraio 09:30 – Tod’s 10:30 – ACT n°1 11:30 – Sportmax 12:30 – Philosophy by Lorenzo Serafini 14:00 – Gucci 15:00 – Cormio 16:00 – ANDREĀDAMO 17:00 – Sunnei 18:00 – Vivetta 19:00 – Jil Sander Sabato 25 febbraio 09:30 – Ferrari 10:30 – Ermanno Scervino 11:30 – Ferragamo 13:00 – Dolce & Gabbana 14:00 – Stella Jean 15:00 – MSGM 16:00 – Bally 17:00 – Missoni 18:00 – Tokyo James 19:00 – Han Kjøbenhavn 20:00 – Bottega Veneta 21:00 – Philipp Plein Domenica 26 febbraio 09:30 – Shuting Qiu 10:30 – Hui 11:30 – Tomo Koizumi supportato da Dolce & Gabbana 12:30 – Luisa Spagnoli 13:15 – Annakiki 14:00 – Vitelli 15:00 – Giorgio Armani 16:00 – Aniye Records 17:00 – Francesca Liberatore 18:00 – Atsushi Nakashima Lunedì 27 febbraio (digital) 10:00 – Alabama Muse 10:30 – Münn 11:00 – Avavav 11:30 – Husky 12:00 – Laura Biagiotti... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

[harpianews]

CBI questions TMC MLA Madan Mitra in I-Core scam

CBI questions TMC MLA Madan Mitra in I-Core scam

The CBI on Monday questioned TMC MLA Madan Mitra in connection with the multi-crore I-Core Ponzi scam. He said that Mitra, who was a former minister in the Mamata Banerjee government, appeared before the Economic Offenses Wing of the CBI at the CGO premises in Salt Lake. The agency had also summoned his son Swaroop in the same case on Monday. But, officials said, he would instead appear on…

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#amata banerjee #CBI #current #Enforcement Directorate #harpianews #i-core ponzi scam #India #latest #Madan mitra #madan mitra scam #news #Trinamool Congress

[sneakyboymerlin]

What BBCM needed was more corrupt knights who weren’t reliant on magic to indicate their cruelty. So not Valiant or Dagr (who was only pretending to be a knight), but nobles who are villains because of their classism, their anti-magic stance, their general lack of compassion that contradicts their own code. Camelot knights or fighters from other anti-magic kingdoms, like Amata, who have nothing to do with magic because they believe it is an inherent evil.

They’re not trying to assassinate Arthur or anything like that. They’re antagonistic villains because of how their unethical values hurt the people they’re sworn to protect. They’re villains because of the very qualities that Uther’s reign encourages in them, that Arthur’s reign continues but must end. Perhaps Arthur is able to ignore their flaws that are so blatant to those suffering the abuse, up until it affects him personally. And he realizes he was warned, he just minimized the issue because he doesn’t care about those with magic, or because it’s considered “normal” to treat servants as tools instead of people.

Let this be a lead into Arthur’s own character development, where he fully realizes the effects of the laws he’s upheld, how they don’t really benefit the people at all. Bring Arthur the understanding that the real enemy isn’t just anyone who undermines his authority, but is instead something he himself has perpetuated, something he will put an end to (especially since his romance with Gwen relies on it).

Make Arthur a great king instead of just calling him one. Or if he is not meant to show this growth until the very end, then don’t justify it and minimize its effects in the meantime. Emphasize Merlin, Gwen, Morgana, and other oppressed people’s stakes in the magic ban being overturned and the working class becoming equal, because this is just as important as any Arthur assassination plot, if not more so.

No more dependency on magical means for villains. The plots-of-the-week lose meaning when they forget that people don’t become evil because they’re “corrupted” by magic, but because of their own inability to value and respect other people as their equals, whether they have magic or just the weapons Arthur provides them. And yes, involving the conflict between Merlin and his magical kin is compelling! He has to choose between Arthur—who is conflated with the greater good of his people—and another individual victim of Uther’s Purge sometimes! And he will try to resolve this by some compromise that benefits both parties, or he’ll see no way to escape the ultimatum! But that story does not rely on the “someone is trying to assassinate Arthur… with magic!” formula that is found in nearly every episode.

Show us that the reason a character is a villain is not because they’re, by default, suspicious for lying about their associations with magic or for disapproving of Arthur’s laws, but because they are doing harm to the people we’re rooting for: the magical communities that Uther traumatized, the working class who have as much worth as any noble, or even the personal life of an individual that has nothing to do with the way Camelot is ruled (without neglecting to show how this intersects with their status). Show us the distinct ways in which the core four and the round table are impacted by this. Show us just how an attack on Arthur can be construed as an attack on the people Merlin is trying to protect.

Return the life and depth to the story. Expand on the world-building. Make the individuals throughout Camelot and Albion as significant as their kings are. Create villains that are consistent with the underlying themes. Remember what each character, including the villains and antagonists, is fighting for.

#remember in season 5 when Arthur was no different from season 4–his laws were exactly the same—but he was portrayed as a greater king than #he had been before… see: the woman about to be burned by her village that Arthur cuts down b/c she didn’t have a trial. woohoo Arthur stops #some evil vigilantism… except if he put this woman on trial she would be found guilty for performing an innocent practice and burned anyway #then there was no talk of how Arthur used magic to his own benefit ??? #the entire point is that magic is not the Real Enemy yet every episode the antagonist is an antagonist simply for having it #person has magic -> doesn’t wanna die for having it -> tries to kill Uther/Arthur in self-defense or revenge or both #this is also why I wish Mordred hadn’t been a Druid and had instead been completely removed from the conflict of the magic ban #BUT I do like that Arthur’s death serves as a sort of ‘reward’ for his unethical stances #honestly they could have kept the plot exactly the same without having the Villain of the Week always be magical #or even a threat to Arthur himself!!! #why is it only deemed a threat if it’s Arthur who’s threatened ??? I would’ve loved more plots about individuals in Camelot who Merlin helps #only for the storyline to end up relating to them on a personal level #‘them’ being our main characters #just let me write the show for god’s sake #bbc merlin #merlin meta #show critical #mine

[drrandombear]

About Me :)

Got tagged by @coded2557 ! Uuuuuuuuuh I’ll tag @space-cores-adventures and @hyper-cryptic​ / @voids-cave [No pressure if you don't want to do it ;)] Rules - Answer the questions and tag anyone else you want to know better or catch up with 1) Three Ships you Ship (if any) Oh lord I haven't really thought about it, in terms of my Fallout OCs nothings solid but currently there's; A very flirty relationship between my Courier Shrewd and Benny (I'm also up in the air on whether I want to ship him and Arcade, they’re close but I haven't decided how close yet 0-0).  And my Lone, Sparrow, was in love with Amata and then crushes HARD on Sarah Lyons (Im thinking they get together in the end) For Fo4 I dont really think Ruth (my SoSu) would be ready to for another relationship after Nate so I have nothing planned for her there.  If we’re talking Original story ships then I have much MUCH more. But I dont talk about my OCs and Stories a lot so here's a little snip bit of a few of them -(Detective Story, yet to be named) We’ve got monster hunter turned supernatural detective Al and his ex Mortimer, a power-hungry ghost, they broke up because Mortimer’s kind of a prick who needed (and still needs) a blow to his ego. Al’s got a new love interest in the form of a character who I still desperately need to name but basically hes a casino owning vampire thats a one of Al’s info dealers and is head over heals for the Detective while the mans totally oblivious. -(Superhero story, Also needs a name) Two vigilantes, Snow Owl (her power is she can change her arms into large white wings) and Freeze Queen (Shes got typical ice powers), They’re a crime fighting duo. -(Out of Space) Sci-Fi badass space General who I just call the Captain right now and her plucky friend Diego the Artist (and Wizard though some would disagree)            Thats just some, god I should really talk about my OCs more 2) Last Song I’ve been listening to “Give and Take” by Poor Mans Poison on repeat as I desperately try and story board an animation Ill probably never make in my brain :’] 3) Currently Watching Been watching Columbo (the old Detective show) recently, Gianni Matragrano’s channel turned me on to it, its actually pretty good :D

#Random's random talks #Most of this is just me talking about my Ocs and Im okay with that #Oh how could I forget my favorite ship Toddbot x Monty #This is the first time Ive been tagged in something I think #Nice :) #edit: fixed the @s

[matchalattewithice]

(picrew)

Matte Adams

S: 3 P: 7 E: 5 C: 7 I: 5 A: 8 L: 11

Skills: Sneak, Speech, Lockpick

Age: 19

Gender: Trans Guy

Karma: Very Good

Companions: Butch, Charon, Dogmeat, Fawkes

Home: Megaton

Weapons of Choice: Wazer Wifle, Chinese Assault Rifle, Dual 10mm Pistols

Outfit: Armored Vault Suit with Tunnel Snakes Jacket

Vault 101

matte had an easygoing childhood in the vault

was best friends with amata and jonas and followed his dad around a lot, always asking questions

knows basic first aid cause of james

every adult's favorite when he was young

when he turned ten things started going sideways

butch and wally would tease matte for small things but it only started getting physical at matte's bday party

he also overheard the overseer's dislike of him and he was hurt and confused by it

as he grew up he started getting cheeky. sarcastic comments, quips, witty replys

(james said he got it from his mom)

matte and butch started getting in fights, though it was more of a rivalry than outright bullying. only with butch though. matte didn't play nice with wally and he was always nice to paul

if amata got involved he didn't pull punches on anyone though. they were still as close as ever

at 16, he got chosen for vault marriage counselor (not chaplain as he's not christian). while his services were never really called upon, he took his job very seriously, studying every religion possible. eventually he ended up just being a counselor, someone who could give sound advice to anyone

the other teens especially went to matte about the vault. as in what's outside, what do we do with our lives, etc (his dad and him helped freddie in particular with his vds)

while butch and him still fought, they're animosity mellowed out to verbal fights. they had bigger issues, such as life

while they all kind of despaired about the future, no one really expected anything to change

then matte was 19 and it all went to shit

jonas' death shocked him to his core. sure, people died, but not like this, not this horrifically

however, he knew his dad was out there, and that he wouldn't want matte to kill to get out. so he snuck around, went the quiet routes

he did help butch and felt a kinship with him in that moment. matte asked butch to help him escape, and while butch said he needed to make sure his mom was okay, he'd see matte off

matte doesn't remember much about the rest, having blocked it out. he knew that others died and he hacked into the overseer's terminal. he remembers being enraged at the logs that talked about outside communication and the tunnel snakes. he remembers getting to the vault entrance and having to say goodbye to amata and butch. he remembers asking them to come with him, to escape the dull routine of the vault. they both refuse, amata mentioning the other residents will need her and butch saying his mom needs him. and matte remembers butch protecting amata as security arrives for him. he remembers running for his life, barely avoiding the shots being fired at him, and bursting through the wooden door outside into a new life

#the fact that i wrote so much on just his vault life is nuts #i will add more in a rb i'm just tired rn lol #also with s/i names i'll just do similar names to mateo #matte the name is actually inspired by the color theme soda and hayden have going so cheers! #fallout 3 #lone wanderer #matte adams #mateo does a hewwo

[dredgenshrike-defunct]

🍑 core and kit

Kit had been reading all morning while he waited, his nose shoved into whatever trashy romance novel he'd picked up in the city at the store the last time he went, the cover having practically stock photos of two lovers holding each other. He wasn't paying attention to his surroundings- until Core plopped themself right into his lap.

He glanced up, and smiled before dogearing his page and setting down his book beside him on the couch, moving his hands to instead hold their waist.

"Well Good Morning, amata." he purred, bringing Core down into a kiss. It was short and sweet- and when they pulled away, he set his head against theirs. "I'm sorry I had to leave you in bed alone, but I was afraid I'd toss and turn too much for you to actually sleep." He chuckled, brushing their hair behind their ear. "Atleast it was warm this morning, and not freezing. Spring is coming, finally."

#Kit ☆ Be a little sheep learning who'll shear and who'll feed. #Ship • Carnations and Red Roses and Peonies #//asks

[its-the-sole-survivor]

TOP 10 FEMALE CHARACTERS

I got nominated by @paladinthrockmorton (thank you, btw) and I have no idea who to even nominate. @savybaby666 @quinzelade @danse-or-farkas you're nominated!! I litterally just picked at random. So have fun!! Come up with a list of your top ten female characters. It was a struggle for me because I usually have always looked up to men (I have three older brothers so I grew up a boy pretty much) and it's taken a long ass time for me to admire and recognize strong women. So, below are some of the strongest women I know and admire.

# 1 Rose of Sharon Cassidy

I wanted to be just like her when I grew up! I was, what, 13 or 14 when fallout new Vegas came out. And I looked up to this woman so hard, she was a tough s.o.b, a cowgirl, and a lady who doesn't let anyone push her around. I love whiskey so much and I'm pretty sure it's because she does too.

# 2 Crysta (Ferngully)

I grew up watching this movie, and boy I was deeply impacted by it. I will always admire Crysta and her love for nature and yes, I totally would put a hand on cut trees and apologize to them as a child.

# 3 Evie (The Mummy)

Dapper, smart, and stubborn. I love this clumsy lady and I am so greatful for her influence as a child. She taught me I didn't have to be manly to be kick ass.

# 4 Claire Fraser (Outlander)

SHE BECAME A FUCKING DOCTOR when hardly no woman were. She is a stubborn and tough woman who is the smartest in the room. She loves herbs (which is a cool hobby), she was a combat nurse in world war 2 (which is hard core), and she doesn't let men make her feel any less than she is. Claire is so fucking cool, she's cooler than Jamie tbh.

# 5 Keyley (The Quest for Camelot)

What a cool movie. 1st off, she actually becomes a knight! And though I was disapointed she didn't get married in armor, I was still happy she was officially knighted. Secondly, she falls in love with a blind guy she just met. And while that's classic fairy tale, she doesn't see his disability as something to really pity or see as an issue. And finally, she fucking gets knighted. And that's really fucking cool for a kids movie.

#6 Female Sole Survivor (Fallout 4) (litterally any and all of them I have read about)

Pistol packing mama. Always hard core and a fierce mama bear. Love these types if characters and I've read about a lot of different versions. She's awesome!

# 7 Mattie Ross (True Grit)

Stubborn and does not take no for an answer. She's a girl on a mission! I love her character, specifically the original True Grit movie version of her. I didn't much like how they fucking spank her in that version, but she still kicked ass and didn't back down.

# 8 Fahrenheit (Fallout 4)

Not only is she tough as nails, but she is totally punk rock too. I wish she had more of a background story, but I still like her and admire her.

# 9 Old Lady Palmer (Fallout 3)

She gives you a sweetroll for your birthday and also is a low-key sassy bitch to the Overseer, Amata's dead beat dad. Bless her.

# 10 Sierra Petrovita (Fallout 3)

She's cooky and loves Nuka Cola. Totally made me loose my shit as a kid when she told me Nuka Quantum makes your pee glow. She's a trip and I love it! I would totally collect this shit too if I were in a post apocalyptic wasteland full of junk.

#top 10 favorite female characters #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #ferngully #the mummy #the quest for camelot #true grit #outlander #claire frasier #rose of sharon cassidy #fallout new vegas #fallout nv