#chaos pride and roses

[chocolatepyrusart]

Redraw of the iconic pride art by SEGA

#sonic the hedgehog #gay pride #lgbt #lgbt pride #pride #pride month art #pride month #pride month 2023 #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #knuckles the echidna #tails the fox #miles tails prower #rouge the bat #chao garden #chao #cheese chao #Chocola #chocola and cheese #my art #illustration #artwork #artists on tumblr #digital art #gay #lesbian #asexual #aromantic #bisexual #transgender

[cool-fancier]

Captured Moments

Jennie Kim x Fem Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Synopsis: Y/N and Jennie's journey from trainee friends to K-pop stars culminates in a dazzling Calvin Klein photoshoot, winning fans' hearts

Before the fame and the bright lights of the K-pop industry, there was a friendship that laid the foundation for something deeper. You and Jennie met during your early days as trainees under the same entertainment company. Drawn together by a shared passion for music and performance, you quickly became inseparable.

Despite the pressures and challenges of trainee life, you found solace in each other's company. Late-night practice sessions turned into heart-to-heart conversations, where you shared your dreams, fears, and aspirations for the future. In Jennie, you found a kindred spirit, someone who understood the highs and lows of chasing your dreams in the cutthroat world of K-pop.

As the years passed, your bond only grew stronger. You watched with pride as Jennie rose through the ranks to become a member of Blackpink, one of the most iconic girl groups in the industry. Meanwhile, you pursued your own solo career, honing your craft and making a name for yourself as a talented performer in your own right.

Through it all, your friendship with Jennie remained a constant source of support and inspiration. You celebrated each other's successes and lifted each other up during the inevitable setbacks and challenges that came with life in the spotlight. And amidst the chaos of the industry, you couldn't help but feel a growing attraction to Jennie – a spark that ignited into something more.

After two years of dancing around your feelings, you and Jennie finally took the leap and confessed your love for each other. It was a decision met with both excitement and trepidation, knowing the potential backlash that could come from being open about your relationship in an industry that often frowned upon same-sex couples.

But love, as they say, knows no bounds. And so, you and Jennie made the decision to stand together, facing whatever challenges came your way with unwavering determination and a fierce devotion to each other.

— — — — — — —

The day of the Calvin Klein photoshoot was a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. As one of the main ambassadors for the brand, Jennie was a seasoned pro when it came to posing for the camera, her confidence and poise evident in every frame. Meanwhile, you were a newcomer to the Calvin Klein family, eager to make your mark alongside your girlfriend.

As you stepped onto set, you were greeted by a flurry of activity – stylists fussing over wardrobe choices, makeup artists applying the final touches, and photographers adjusting their cameras for the perfect shot. Despite the chaos, there was an undeniable energy in the air, a sense of anticipation for the magic that was about to unfold.

Jennie was already in the midst of her solo shoot when you arrived, her signature pout and smoldering gaze captivating the camera with effortless ease. You couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, the way she seemed to command attention with every movement.

"Wow," you whispered to yourself, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "She's incredible."

Just then, Jennie caught your eye from across the room, her lips curling into a mischievous grin as she struck a pose for the camera. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks as she winked in your direction, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

"Cut! That's a wrap for Jennie's solo shots," the photographer called out, signaling the end of the first part of the shoot. Jennie sauntered over to where you were standing, her confidence radiating like a halo around her.

"Hey, you," she said, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. "How's it going?"

You melted into her embrace, reveling in the warmth of her touch. "I'm good," you replied, your voice soft with affection. "Just a little nervous about my solo shots."

Jennie leaned back slightly, her hands resting on your shoulders as she looked at you with a reassuring smile. "You'll be amazing, I know it," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "And besides, I'll be right here cheering you on every step of the way."

As you and Jennie took your places on set, the photographer wasted no time in getting started. The studio lights cast a warm, flattering glow over both of you, accentuating every curve and contour of your bodies as you stood side by side.

"Alright, let's start with some solo shots first," the photographer instructed, adjusting the lighting and camera settings.

Jennie flashed you a quick grin before striking a pose, her movements fluid and confident as she effortlessly switched from one position to the next. You couldn't help but admire her grace and poise, the way she seemed to command the attention of everyone in the room with just a single glance.

As you watched her, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, and you knew she was up to something. Sure enough, as the photographer snapped away, capturing Jennie in all her glory, she couldn't resist throwing in a few extra flourishes – a wink here, a subtle hair flip there – all designed to make you laugh.

"Cut it out, Jennie," you chuckled, shaking your head at her antics. "You're going to distract the photographer."

Jennie just grinned in response, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she struck another pose, this time exaggeratedly dramatic. "What? I'm just giving the people what they want," she quipped, earning a chuckle from the photographer.

After a series of solo shots, it was finally time for the two of you to pose together. As the photographer directed you into position, Jennie sidled up next to you, her shoulder brushing against yours as she flashed you a conspiratorial grin.

"Ready to steal the show?" she whispered, her voice filled with excitement.

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face as you leaned in closer to her. "Always."

With that, the two of you launched into a series of playful poses, each one more adventurous than the last. From piggyback rides to playful wrestling matches, you threw yourselves into the shoot with abandon, reveling in the freedom of being able to express your love openly.

As the photographer urged you to get closer, you felt a surge of adrenaline course through your veins, the thrill of being able to share this intimate moment with Jennie overwhelming your senses. With each click of the shutter, you and Jennie grew bolder, more daring in your displays of affection.

"Let's try something a little more intimate," the photographer suggested, motioning for the two of you to move closer together.

Jennie grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her. "Closer, baby," she murmured, her breath warm against your ear.

You shivered at the sensation, your heart racing as you allowed yourself to surrender to the moment. Wrapping your arms around Jennie's neck, you pulled her even closer, reveling in the feel of her body pressed against yours.

"Perfect," the photographer exclaimed, snapping away as you and Jennie shared a lingering gaze. In that moment, there was no one else in the world but the two of you – lost in each other's eyes, bound together by an unbreakable bond of love.

As the shoot came to an end and the final shots were captured, you and Jennie lingered on set, reluctant to let go of the intimacy that had enveloped you. It had been a day filled with laughter, tears, and everything in between, but through it all, you had stood together – united in love and unwavering in your commitment to each other.

"Thank you," you whispered to Jennie, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "For everything."

Jennie smiled, her eyes shining with love and affection. "Anytime, my love. Anytime."

As the photographer signaled for you to start your solo shots, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the task ahead. The studio lights illuminated the set, casting dramatic shadows against the backdrop as you struck your first pose.

You glanced over at Jennie, who was watching you intently from the sidelines, her eyes filled with admiration and pride. With a playful smirk, you began to move, each step deliberate and purposeful as you channeled your inner confidence.

"Work it, babe!" Jennie called out, her voice filled with encouragement.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm, feeling a surge of warmth wash over you at her words. With renewed determination, you launched into a series of sexy poses, each one designed to showcase your best angles and highlight your natural beauty.

As you moved, the photographer adjusted the lighting, capturing your every movement with precision and skill. With each click of the shutter, you felt yourself growing more confident, more empowered by the knowledge that you were owning the moment.

"Beautiful!" the photographer exclaimed, snapping away as you struck a particularly sultry pose. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement course through you at the praise, a sense of satisfaction settling over you as you basked in the spotlight.

But it wasn't just the photographer's approval that spurred you on – it was Jennie's unwavering support and encouragement that gave you the strength to push yourself further. With each passing moment, you felt yourself growing more confident, more radiant in your beauty.

As the shoot progressed, you found yourself growing bolder, more daring in your poses. You threw caution to the wind, allowing yourself to fully embrace the sensuality of the moment as you basked in the glow of the studio lights.

"Hot damn!" Jennie exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration as she watched you in awe. "You are absolutely killing it!"

You grinned at her praise, feeling a surge of pride swell within you. With renewed energy, you continued to pose, each movement fluid and graceful as you allowed yourself to fully inhabit the role of the confident, seductive soloist.

As the shoot came to an end, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment wash over you. You had conquered the camera, owning every moment with grace and style. And as you looked over at Jennie, her eyes shining with pride, you knew that you had done more than just take pictures – you had captured a moment of pure magic, a moment that would live on forever in the hearts and minds of those who witnessed it.

— — — — — —

After the photos from your Calvin Klein shoot were released, the response from fans was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Rather than hate, there was an outpouring of love and admiration for you and Jennie. Your fans flooded social media with comments and messages, expressing their awe at the stunning images and the undeniable chemistry between you and Jennie.

As you scrolled through the countless messages on your phone, a wide grin spread across your face. It was incredible to see the positive impact your photos had on your fans, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for their unwavering support.

As the photos from your Calvin Klein shoot made their way onto social media, fan accounts dedicated to you and Jennie erupted with excitement. The images of the two of you, captured in intimate and sensual poses, quickly became the talk of the town, eliciting a flurry of reactions from your devoted followers.

@JenYoursTruly: "OMG, have you seen the latest pics of Y/N and Jennie for Calvin Klein? They look absolutely stunning together! 😍 #Yennie"

@YNNation: "Y'all, I think I've died and gone to heaven after seeing those photos of Y/N and Jennie. Can you say power couple? 🔥 #Yennie"

@JennieIsQueen: "Jennie and Y/N's chemistry is off the charts! These photos are everything we never knew we needed. #Yennie"

@YNNavy: "I'm convinced that Y/N and Jennie are the eighth wonder of the world after seeing those Calvin Klein pics. My heart can't handle this level of perfection. 💖 #Yennie"

@Jeniverse: "I swear, Y/N and Jennie are trying to kill us with their hotness. Those photos are pure fire! 🔥 #Yennie"

"Wow, look at this," you said, turning to Jennie as you showed her your phone. "Our fans are going crazy over these pictures."

Jennie leaned in to get a closer look, her eyes widening in amazement as she read through the comments. "I can't believe it," she said, her voice filled with awe. "They really love us, don't they?"

"They do," you replied, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "And can you blame them? We look pretty damn good together."

@YNNation: "Obsessed with Y/N and Jennie! They redefine couple goals with every photo and every moment they share together. #Yennie"

@Jeniverse: "Y/N and Jennie are the epitome of love and beauty. We stan this power couple forever! 💖 #Yennie"

@YJEnthusiasts: "Every time Y/N and Jennie grace us with their presence, we're reminded that true love exists. Here's to forever shipping #Yennie!"

@YJUniverse: "No words can describe the magic of Y/N and Jennie together. Their bond is unbreakable, and their love shines brighter than any star. 🌟 #Yennie"

@JenniesDarling: "Y/N and Jennie radiate love in every photo, every gesture, every smile. Their relationship is an inspiration to us all. 💕 #Yennie"

Jennie chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. "We do, don't we? I'm so glad we did this shoot together."

"Me too," you said, smiling as you leaned into her touch. "It was an unforgettable experience, and I'm so grateful we got to share it."

As the two of you basked in the glow of your success, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the future. With each passing day, your bond grew stronger, your love for each other deeper than ever before. And as you looked ahead to all the adventures that lay in store, you knew that together, you could conquer anything.

#blackpink x reader #blackpink #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink x you #blackpink x fem #blackpink scenarios #blackpink imagines #jennie x reader #Jennie #kim jennie #Kim Jennie x reader

[jokingmisfit]

Never Again.

Platonic Yandere Metal Family x Reader

Prompt- “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

Notes- Reader is Dee’s twin. No gender mentioned that I remember. Heavy is 13 as in canon and Reader and Dee are 16

Warnings- Reader is injured, Reader was stabbed, Victoria yells at reader, Victoria and Heavy torture people in the living room but we don't talk about that, reader is scared of being seen as weak

The red head ranted and threw items across the room. You didn't pay much mind to the words because you knew whatever you answered wouldn't matter.

Finally the woman, your mother, hovered over you fuming. “It's fucking midnight! Where the hell were you?! Huh?!” She looked expectantly while crossing her arms.

The floor seemed more interesting than the anger or at least that's what you pretended was the case.

“I lost track of time at the library, that's all.” You exasperated.

Finally your father who stayed quiet spoke up. A menacing smile and a tilt to his head. “The library closes at 9.”

Sighing you look up. “I'm friends with the librarians kid she let's us stay as long as we stay in one spot and keep it clean… Normally she let's is know when it's closing time but she got busy and we all forgot.”

“Heh, and you expect us to actually believe you?” Your mom sneered.

“Why wouldn't you?” You asked nervously. “I've never done anything like this, I don't skip school, or get in trouble, or talk back… I made a mistake and I'm sorry.” Your hands shook lightly as you held yourself up. Only glancing at your parents as the seem to boil.

Nothing you said seemed to matter though as you spent the next hour be berated by both your mom and dad. On top you're grounded. 2 weeks. School then home then school then home. Nothing else, nothing more.

It was 1:13 when you finally got back to your room. It didn't make much sense to you how your twin or little brother acted out but you do something wrong once and you get banned from living a life.

At least they didn't find out the truth. Maybe they knew you were lying and that's why they really punished you, but it didn't matter as long as they didn't know what really happened.

Because what really happened will haunt you, and you refuse to let them know how weak you truly are. You would always pride yourself in being independent. While Dee and Heavy leaned on their parents you distanced yourself from them.

You had a job, you had good grades, and as long as no one noticed, you had good health

But of course that's what the big problem was. Bruises from where the men hit you rose across your body. And blood spilled onto your clothes where they slashed at you. The room was dark and your parents didn't see anything, but there were bruises forming on your face.

You were exhausted and you knew if you went to sleep now you might be woken by someone else and they'd see the mess that's been made of you.

You laid for 2 hours in that alley. That's enough sleep right?

Dee opens your door and slinks into your room. He thought you were pouting. He knew you got into trouble last night, but didn't expect what he saw.

If only you could have stayed up.

~~~~~~

You were sitting slouched on the floor book loose in your grip. You had tried staying up, but it clearly didn’t work. Bruises dispersed against your wrists, arms and face. Your tanktop bunched up slightly by your slumped form showing off the bandages delicately wrapped around your midsection.

Dee had made a decision at that moment to let you rest and to figure out what the hell happened to you.

You woke up to chaos. Your eyes were still heavy and blurry. The noises still didn’t quite reach your ears yet. It was the warm palm on your face that had you trying to wake yourself up. Your body was weighed down with pain.

Blinking quickly, large blue eyes and a frown were the first thing you were met with. “Dad?” you choked out, “What- what you doing?”

Your throat burned slightly, but it was nothing compared to the pain in your side. You couldn’t comprehend the fear of your family finding out what happened, you were too drained, too hurt.

“I’m putting you in your bed. You fell asleep on the floor.” Your father says smoothly.

It was disturbing hearing this voice so early. His normal pitch was lowered several octaves and his smile was nowhere to be seen. 

You tried to help by standing, but you were quickly tutted and moved into his arms. Of course you wanted to try, you still didn’t want to seem useless. It was concerning, you could hear your mother hollering in the background.

The worry was overwhelming. Was she angry with you or what happened? Will this change how they see you forever? Are they disappointed? What were you supposed to say?

Breathing deeply you were still held to your dads chest. It took a moment to realize he was in the bed with you. Holding you close to him as you lay on your non injured side.

“What’s happening?” you rasped out. As nice as it was to be held, your mom was upset and he should be with her.

Your dad let out a breath. “Your mother is taking care of some things while I take care of you.”

Humming acknowledgement to him you rested your eyes again.

Of course Glam kept it simple. He didn’t need to tell you he already stitched your side. He didn’t need to tell you that Dee hacked the library cameras and found the men who hurt you, or that the “things” Victoria was dealing with were the men that harmed you. He didn’t need to tell you that Heavy was so upset that he offered to help Victoria deal with these men. He also didn’t need to tell you that Dee was handing in the paperwork to the school for you to be homeschooled and a letter telling the librarian you won’t be coming back.

All you needed to know was you were safe.

And you’ll stay safe no matter what your family has to do. This will never happen again.

#metal family x reader #yandere metal family #platonic metal family x reader #platonic glam x reader #platonic dee x reader #platonic heavy x reader #platonic Vicky x reader #yandere metal family x reader

[leaentries]

just stay | luke hughes

summary: troubled by luke’s continued absence, you just want him to stop. but he just wants you to stay.

warnings: angsty themes, mentions of abandonment, arguing, happy-ish ending (but also sad)

wc: 1.2k

a/n: this is my first angsty fic, so please bare with me! <3

You should have known better. You did know better.

Yet for some reason, you found yourself caught up in his chaos again. Luke was always a hard worker, this is something he prided himself on. The way he could completely immerse himself in his work and focus on nothing else. It was the only time his mind was quiet.

Sometimes it occurred to you that maybe his job was his only true love because, for the third time this week, Luke found himself walking through the front door at an ungodly hour. He assumed you’d be tucked away asleep, but was proven wrong when he saw your displeased features looming at him from the couch. 

He gently set his hockey bag down, clearly sensing the thick tension practically rolling off your body. Luke was scared to move or talk for that matter. Now of course, he knew why you were upset with him, as you had every right to be, but what you didn’t know was Luke would often find an escape on the ice, a way to heal scars he tried so hard to conceal. So it was easy for him to lose track of time, needing to expel all of his emotions. It was the only way he knew how to process. 

And with your ongoing relationship issues, Luke began to disappear. At least, that’s what it felt like to you. One of your biggest fears was Luke leaving you, so it truly felt like you were living in your worst nightmare when the distance between you grew. The feeling of abandonment engraved in your mind was impossible to get rid of.

Letting out a deep sigh, you couldn’t find the energy to scold him again. “Why, Luke?” 

The simple question hung in the air like a rope, tight and unwavering. Truth be told, Luke didn’t have an answer. He didn’t know why all he wanted to do was bury his head in the sand until morning when he could get back to the rink. He didn’t know why he couldn’t convey his feelings properly. He didn’t know why he felt so scared to be vulnerable around you. 

Taking his silence as an answer, you rose from the couch. Not taking a second glance in Luke’s direction, you made your way to your shared bedroom. Luke immediately followed suit. He watched as you grabbed an overnight bag, half-hazardly throwing things in. He reached out to touch your arm.

“No!” You yanked your arm away looking up at his guilt-ridden eyes. “You don’t get to feel bad. I told you. I told you how you being distant all the time made me feel. But you clearly don’t care enough to change anything.”

Luke roughly ran a hand through his messy curls.

“Look y/n, you know I care about you. But-” You quickly cut him off.

“See? There shouldn’t even be a but. You simply just don’t care, Luke.” Tears began to fill your eyes at this point. “I’m at a loss. I told you I wanted to work on us and I thought you did too. But apparently I was wrong.” 

Luke shook his head in protest, “Of course I want to work on us! You haven’t given me a chance to try and explain!” He tried tirelessly to let you hear him out. Unfortunately, his attempts were in vain.

“I gave you plenty of chances to explain, Luke. It’s too late.” The next words that left your mouth cut through Luke’s heart like a dagger. “I-I think we should take a break.” 

Luke’s breath quickened as his heart rate began to rise. Tears immediately sprung in his eyes, “Don’t say that. You don’t mean that. Please, please say you don’t mean that” He begged.

You had never seen Luke break down like that. The pain in your chest was hard to ignore as you tried your best to control the sobs that now shook your body. You didn’t trust your voice enough to speak, so you grabbed your bag and attempted to go around Luke’s frame. He gripped onto your bag, causing your body to sharply turn back. 

“Y/n, don’t leave it like this,” He sobbed, “Don’t leave us like this!” You scoffed at his last remark.

“I’m the one leaving? Luke, you left this relationship a long time ago. It just sucks I didn’t notice it until now. I could have saved us both the time.” Your voice became dull. You had lost all motivation to fight for what you and Luke had lost. You were tired. 

“I-I don’t understand. You told me you wanted me to try and here I am, trying. This time you are the one walking away. Not me.” Luke’s voice began to become unsteady. Overwhelmed with the severity of the situation. He was flooded with anger, confusion, and most of all: sadness. He felt completely helpless. Two hours ago all he wanted was to stay on that ice until the world stopped, but now it felt as though the world did. Except now, all he wanted was you. 

“Just stop it, Luke. This is it. What’s done is done, and I need you to understand that.” The tone of absolute in your voice made his blood run cold.

“I don’t want to understand, I want you to stay.” Luke felt his ears start ringing. He was pierced by your neutral gaze. You didn’t continue towards the door, but you didn’t make a move for him either. Luke was in agony waiting for you to say something. He chose to take your silence as an opportunity. 

“Just let me say something. Please.” He pleaded with you. “I know, I messed up. I wasn’t there for you, or for us. But I can’t stand the thought of waking up every day without you. Not hearing you sing in the shower when I come home from practice. Not smelling your perfume on my hoodies, or watching the way your mouth twitches when you’re reading. But most of all, I can’t fathom the thought of not having you love me. Out of everything in this world, you have been the one constant thing I can depend on. So please, please, just stay. Stay for me.” Luke’s bloodshot eyes bore into yours as his tears violently spilled from his eyes. 

You felt your own drip down your face at his words, leaving hot wet trails in their wake. This is the first time Luke has ever been this vulnerable in front of you. You felt as if you were truly seeing him for the first time, the real Luke Hughes. 

“Okay,” You whispered, “I’ll stay. I’ll stay with you, in this relationship. But I can’t stay here right now.” With that, you managed your way out of the bedroom to the front door. Luke desperately followed your steps. 

“Baby, please. Wait.” He stopped in his place when you turned towards him. You walked up to him, cupping a gentle hand on his cheek. You placed a soft but promising kiss against his swollen lips. The love shared between you lingered as you pulled your lips from his. You stepped back, readjusting your bag on your shoulder. 

“I need some time to think. But I’ll be back. I promise.” And with that, you left. 

Luke knew better than to follow you. But here he stood, staring at the closed front door. Left with a reassuring promise, yet a shattered heart. 

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x chubby!reader #luke hughes headcanons #luke hughes oneshot #luke hughes imagine #nhl x reader #luke hughes fic #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes angst #leawrites🍀

[say-al0e]

Sweet Thing

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18! Minors, DNI!

Summary: A lazy summer morning with Eddie means lying in bed, listening as he plays guitar. It’s not your fault he looks so pretty doing it.

Warnings: Unprotected p in v, very very light choking, a little overstimulation, mentions of drug use, AU in which Eddie (finally) graduated, mention of handcuff usage, a little dom!Eddie (though switch!Eddie is referenced).

Pairing: Eddie x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.2k (I was so close to staying under 5k!)

Stranger Things Taglist | Stranger Things Masterlist | Accepting non-smut requests for Eddie and Steve!

The summer air was stifling, sticky and warm despite the open window and small fan whirring loudly in the corner of the room. A faint herbal scent, combined with a mixture of other scents you’d come to associate with Eddie - cigarette smoke, green apple shampoo, patchouli cologne - enveloped you each time the pitiful breeze blew and had you melting into the sheets as time slowly ticked away.

Eddie spent most of the morning stretched out beside you, scribbling lyrics in a composition book that had seen better days and plucking at the strings of his guitar. There wasn’t much else to do, not in Hawkins, but it wasn’t as if there was anywhere else you’d rather be.

Tendrils of light filtered in through the open window, illuminated the organized chaos that was his bedroom and cast shadows across his face. He was aware that you were watching him, tilted head with a lazy smile - and the occasional pout, eager for a kiss - every so often, but said nothing as he reveled in your attention.

For a few blissful moments, you traced his profile - the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the way his lips wrapped around the butt of a cigarette - before your gaze began to wander.

He lounged shirtless beside you, skin decorated with contrasting black ink and a smattering of purple and pink bruises left in the shape of your mouth, your fingers, your teeth. His chest rose and fell steadily, breathing easy despite the humidity, while your own breathing began to grow shallower.

There was something about him, bathed in the warm glow of sunlight, still disheveled from the night before - dark hair a messy halo, lips still swollen from your kiss, pajama pants slung low on his hips - that made your heart skip a beat. It set your skin alight, warmed you in a way the heat outside couldn’t begin to touch, and made you desperate to reach out and touch him, just to remind yourself that he was real.

Though you’d spent the better part of the weekend tangled together, a mess of limbs and sheets, there was no shame in the desire you felt. Eddie wanted you just as much as you wanted him, reveled in the weight of your eyes roving his body and took pleasure in showing off the marks you left behind. He took pleasure in knowing that he drove you wild - pride in the fact that you’d gotten comfortable owning your sexuality with him - so you made no effort to hide the way that you felt.

Fire coursed through your veins, simmered low in your belly and singed you from the inside out, as your gaze fell to his hands. His fingers moved effortlessly, plucking at strings with a practiced ease, and you shifted to press your thighs together as flashes of the night before flickered in your mind. 

Eddie spent the entirety of the movie - some blockbuster neither of you really cared much about - with his hand between your thighs. His eyes remained on the screen, careful not to draw attention, as he worked you up time after time, stopping when your breathing hitched and your fingers dug into his forearm. His smirk grew with each disappointed whimper, with every scathing look you shot him, but you knew that he would make up for it.

He spent most of the night giving you the orgasms he denied you in the theater - two in the back of his van, still in the theater parking lot; one on the couch, too desperate to have one another to make it to his bed; and more than you could count when he finally got you between his sheets, back where you felt you belonged - and you woke with an ache between your thighs that he seemed all too proud of.

Still, that did little to dull the desire you felt for him as you watched his fingers move across the neck of the guitar.

His rings were gone, tossed onto his dresser, but that didn’t matter. His hands still transfixed you, sent a shiver down your spine as you recounted the moments he spent mapping your body with them, and though you’d both jokingly sworn to keep your hands to yourselves for the day - you knew that it was impossible, just as he did, but that never stopped you from pretending - you shifted closer in hopes of having him break first.

As the bed dipped, soft brown eyes flickered to yours. They were half-lidded but keenly aware of the emotion flickering across your face in the way that only he seemed capable of as the corner of his mouth curved into a lazy smile. 

Without even a moment of hesitation, Eddie leaned over to drop another half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray before settling with his back pressed to the wall. “C’mere.”

There was no need for further instruction - you knew exactly what he wanted - so you readily maneuvered your way between his spread thighs, back pressed to his chest, body caged by his, and smiled as he settled his guitar across your lap.

Your scrambling was eager, almost desperate, but there was no shame in how quickly you obliged him. There were moments of push and pull - moments he pushed, eager to have you on your knees, happy to oblige his every whim; moments you pulled, desperate to see him wide-eyed and blushing as he begged for you - and with the heat you felt consuming you, you were glad to let him push if it meant relief.

As you settled between his thighs, a quiet hum of encouragement, followed by a mumbled, “Let’s see what you’ve got, princess,” set you in motion. 

It was a struggle to remember all that Eddie had taught you - he was a good teacher, never too technical, never annoyed when you got it wrong, but he tended to throw quite a bit of knowledge at you all at once. Still you began plucking at the strings, just to feel his smile as his lips brushed the back of your neck.

Warm hands fell to your thighs as you racked your brain for the chords he’d taught you. Eddie’s fingers, steady and practiced, idly brushed the soft skin of your inner thighs - littered with bruises in the shape of his mouth, his fingers - as he rested his chin on your shoulder. This was far from the first time you’d ended up in this position and, desperately, you hoped that it wouldn’t be the last as Eddie hummed along to the barely recognizable Ozzy song you attempted to play.

Eddie’s presence made it difficult to concentrate on a normal day; the intensity of his gaze so clearly focused on you, the warmth of him bleeding into you as he spent nearly every moment touching you, the unique scent of him. Feeling him envelop you completely - body pressed firmly against yours, hair tickling your neck with every tilt of his head, warm breath fanning across your skin, fingers brushing dangerously close to the flimsy layer of soaked cotton covering your cunt - made it nearly impossible.

Each chord seemed worse than the last, each note sharper and more disjointed, and Eddie noticed. “Am I distracting you, princess?” His voice dipped lower, a quiet rasp that simmered low in your belly, and forced a sharp exhale from your lungs. It sent goosebumps erupting across your skin and made the ache between your thighs grow that much stronger.

From the corner of your eye, you could see the smirk on his lips, the way his eyes glittered mischievously, and shifted to ease the ache between your thighs. Before you could feel anything resembling relief, Eddie’s grip on your thighs tightened to keep them parted, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he leaned in to nip at your shoulder.

“Of course not.” The refutation sounded weak in your own ears, a breathless huff he was sure to see right through, but you were stunned you were still capable of speech as he nuzzled your neck. “I’m just hot.”

Eddie hummed, a thoughtful sound that vibrated against your skin, as his fingers trailed higher. The calloused digits ghosted along the band of fabric at the juncture of your hip, traced the path his lips blazed the night before, while he tilted his head to meet your eyes. “Mm, can’t have that.” His fingers trailed higher, bypassed the place you so desperately wanted him to touch, and stopped to trace the hem of your - his - t-shirt. “As hot as you are in my clothes, maybe getting you out of them will cool you down.”

There was no desire to tease, no effort on your part to throw a scathing taunt at him, and Eddie bit back his laughter as you nodded. “I think you might be right. Maybe you should help me out of it. Just so I don’t overexert myself, you know?”

“Of course.” The huff of Eddie’s laughter tickled your skin but you could hear the pleased lilt as he slipped his hands beneath the fabric. “Can’t have my girl suffering.”

Occasionally, Eddie took his time with you. He drew out the experience, made it last as long as he could get away with, and as his fingers brushed the sliver of skin just above the waistband of your panties, you knew that this would be one of those times.

Neither of you had anywhere to be so you reveled in his touch, sighed as his hands mapped your skin, and bit your lip as he began to inch the fabric up your torso. His lips brushed the column of your throat, the back of your neck, the sliver of skin exposed beneath the collar of the shirt; his teeth scraped the sensitive juncture of your neck, grinning when you gasped.

“Lift your arms for me, sweetheart.” 

Instantly, you shifted the guitar to a stable position and lifted your arms, just as he requested. Eddie hummed, pleased, and continued bunching the fabric higher and higher. His fingers left a trail of fire in their wake, searing the path they mapped across your skin as they brushed just beneath your breasts. He paused for a moment, eager to cup them in his hands - fingers tweaking the stiff peaks of your nipples, lips curving into a smirk when you made a soft noise of pleasure - before he tugged the fabric up and over your head.

“Let’s make a deal.” The words, though clearly spoken, made little sense to you as the entirety of your focus fell to Eddie’s hands cupping your breasts. He lazily brushed his thumb along the skin, occasionally brushing a sensitive nipple, as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Play me a song,” he began, grin growing as you huffed, “any song you want, and if you can make it through the whole song without missing a chord, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“If I can’t?”

There was little chance you’d make it - not with him so close, with his body so warm and his fingers so insistent - and you both knew it. So it came as little surprise when he shrugged. “You’ll just have to give me what I want instead.”

In almost every case, you wanted the same thing. No matter how the encounter started, it was nearly guaranteed to end in blinding pleasure. Eddie never left you wanting - never put his pleasure before yours - so giving him what he wanted was no loss to you. 

“Any song I want?”

Eddie hummed his confirmation as his hands began to trail down your sides. His palms slid across your heated skin, touch a familiar comfort that had your head spinning, as he used the leverage to pull you further into him. The press of his warm chest to your back, the heat slick skin warming yours, derailed your train of thought as you reached for the guitar.

The first note filled the room, masked the quiet sounds of your breathing, and you wondered if he would remember to put on a tape before taking what he wanted - what you both wanted. The noise complaints never bothered either of you but it had been so long since you’d heard him clearly, moans and groans and whimpers of pleasure unaccompanied by Black Sabbath or Metallica or Megadeth, that you hoped he wouldn’t.

Though he’d taught you a handful of his favorites - Ozzy, mostly - he’d learned some of your favorites, just to teach you. And as Crimson and Clover began to fill the room, Eddie laughed quietly. “Joan Jett? C’mon, princess. Thought I taught you better than this.”

His taunt was soft, playful, and you paid little attention to the words in your ear as the rasp of his voice hit you square in the chest. It contributed to the slick gathering between your thighs, the warmth dampening your skin, the heat rushing to your cheeks. There was little you could say without exposing how gone you already were so you simply shot him a look and continued playing.

For a few moments, Eddie remained relatively still. His hands remained on your hips, fingers idly brushing your skin - pinky occasionally dipping lower to brush the cotton band at your waist - as he sang quietly. Though it was distracting, you decided you could live with it, especially if he continued mumbling lyrics in your ear and nipping at your skin as you desperately attempted to focus.

“You’re doing good, sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice was a low rumble, reverberating through his chest and rattling your nerves as he exhaled - the same heavy breath that so often followed your lips wrapping around him.

“Talking to me or the guitar?” The taunt surprised you both, though it was easy to hear the quiver in your voice as you barely held yourself together.

Eddie nipped your shoulder, teeth sinking into the soft flesh momentarily. The sharp sting drew a quiet gasp, only to meld into a soft sigh as he soothed the mark with a soft press of his lips. He shifted behind you, smirked against your skin when you inhaled sharply at the feel of his arousal pressing into your lower back, and hummed. “You know I’m much nicer when I’m talking to the guitar, princess.” 

“Eddie.”

The warning edge in your voice made him laugh, a quiet huff of air that fanned across your skin and set your nerve endings alight. Though there was no real power dynamic in your relationship - you both gave as good as you got - this was his moment. He’d taken the reins, was guiding this encounter with his hands and mouth, and there was no need for him to remind you of that as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties.

As you attempted to focus, fingers clumsily plucking at the strings - chords slightly off but none missing, yet - Eddie spread your thighs a fraction wider. His fingers brushed the top of your mound, ghosting over the skin as he hummed along to the music, and your body tensed as you prepared for him to finally touch you.

Instead, he stilled. His fingers brushed your skin, warmth bleeding into you as his thumb dragged along the cotton. From the corner of your eye you could see his smirk and you bit back a huff as you continued playing.

The closer you drew to the end of the song, the more Eddie began to move. The hand on your hip drifted up your side, fingers brushing your heated skin, stopping when he reached your breasts. He cupped one, fingers tweaking the hardened bud beneath his fingers, as the fingers just beneath the band of your panties began to dip lower.

Calloused fingers brushed your slit, gathered the slick pooled between your thighs, as Eddie exhaled heavily. A quiet moan escaped before you could stop it, desperate and keening as you shifted into his touch, while he pressed his thumb to your clit.

“Fuck. You’re so wet, princess.” Eddie sounded awed, as if he couldn’t believe watching him had gotten to you like this, but you both knew better. The nights after his shows, nights after Hellfire, nights after parties - observing him, seeing the beautiful man you were lucky enough to call yours, was enough to set your whole body alight.

Abandoning the guitar was almost too easy. 

As Eddie coated his fingers with your slick, spread your folds and bumped your aching clit with each brush of his hand, everything outside of him ceased to exist. The feeling of his fingers kneading your breast, his chest pressed to your back - each noise he made reverberating through your chest - and his arousal pressed to your lower back overwhelmed you.

Your hand fell to his thigh, fingers gripping the worn plaid of his pajama pants, while he nuzzled your neck. “So good, just for me. Love it when you let me make a mess of you, sweetheart.”

The words rattled around your brain, echoed in your ears and settled low in the pit of your stomach as his calloused fingers teased your entrance. His thumb found your clit, rubbed achingly slow circles, as he mouthed at your pulse point. “Love seeing my good girl get filthy, just for me.”

“Eddie, please.” The plea came out as a whine, sharp and piercing as Eddie continued to tease. “Please touch -“

Before the words fully tumbled out of your mouth, a rush of jumbled pleas, his fingers dipped lower. He pressed them inside, buried them to the knuckle, and nipped at your neck when a broken moan replaced the rest of your sentence.

Eddie tutted as the hand at your breast lifted to settle over your throat. He never squeezed, never cut off your air supply, but you both liked the thrill of feeling it rest there. His fingers pressed the pulse point, felt your heartbeat hammering away beneath his touch, and he hummed. “We’ve been at it like rabbits and you still can’t get enough of me. Who would’ve thought the pretty little good girl was such a nympho?”

His fingers pressed impossibly deeper, curved in search of that little spot that had you seeing stars, as you moaned. There was no shame in how much you wanted him - no shame in how often you wanted him - and you knew that the ego boost would make the moment infinitely better for the both of you.

A keening moan escaped, high-pitched and breathless, as Eddie’s thumb pressed your clit. “Only for you, Eds,” you swore, nails certainly leaving crescent-shaped marks in his thigh. “You’re the only one I want. Please!”

The quiet noise of approval nearly escaped your notice, quiet beneath the ragged sound of your breathing and the barely audible noise of Eddie’s fingers pressing into you, but the change in his pace did not. His fingers worked faster, pressed harder, as his thumb rubbed frantic circles over your clit. 

“Are you close, princess?” Words failed you - replaced by whimpers of his name, keening little noises that had him groaning in your ear - but your frantic nod was met with a coo. “You wanna come? Soak my fingers, ruin the sheets?”

Just as your orgasm began to crest, as your fingers dug into Eddie’s thighs and your head rested on his shoulder, he removed his hand. Bewildered, your eyes snapped open and you tilted your head to look at him. However, before you could voice your outrage aloud, he lifted his fingers to his lips and shot you a wink as he cleaned your arousal from them, before reaching for your chin with spit shiny fingers.

“You missed a few chords, princess.”

The reminder drew a whine from you but Eddie quickly silenced it with a searing kiss. His mouth pressed to yours, lips still kiss-swollen from the night before, and you could feel his smile when you sighed at the feeling. There was no use in whining, no use in begging; when Eddie got an idea in his head, he was determined to see it through.

Instead, you succumbed to his wishes - certain that he would give you more than enough in return for the denial - and whimpered as his teeth sank into your bottom lip. Without your notice, he shifted to place the guitar beside his bed - eager to keep it safe from harm - before pulling away to search your eyes.

When he found no hint of hesitation on your face, no indication that you would cut and run the moment he asked for what he wanted, he grinned.

“Hands and knees for me, sweetheart.”

There were few moments Eddie asked for anything other than missionary or cowgirl - he preferred seeing your face, liked to watch your eyes flutter shut and your lips part as you moaned for him, liked seeing the way your eyes went all glassy and your expression as you came - but as rare as they were, they were always fun.

A small part of you wondered if he would grab the handcuffs still carelessly tossed onto the nightstand after their use the night before - or maybe the bandana he sometimes used to keep you quiet, especially if you’d already gotten one noise complaint - but he made no effort to grab either as you maneuvered yourself into position on jelly limbs.

Eddie clambered after you, settled behind you with a groan at the sight, before reaching out. Calloused fingers brushed your heated skin, traced the length of your spine, before palming your ass. Eddie gripped the flesh roughly, fingers digging into the sensitive skin, before hooking his fingers into the cotton band at your waist.

As he dragged the cotton of your panties down, freed one leg at a time - tossing them someplace neither of you would find, lost to the ether of his room - he made an appreciative noise.

His fingers swiped your dripping folds, nudged your clit with the tip of one, before he pressed himself closer. “So fucking good for me,” he mumbled, not sounding at all as if he were speaking to you. It was beneath his breath, a praise lost to the noise of your bodies moving together, but you keened, just the same.

“You ready for me, baby?”

A warm hand gripped your hip, fingers digging into the flesh in an attempt to anchor himself, as Eddie awaited your consent. Words seemed nearly impossible, more effort than you felt capable of, so you nodded eagerly. 

Eddie pressed forward, guided his cock through your slick folds - coated himself in your arousal - before notching the head at your entrance. As eager as you both were, desperate to feel one another once more, he took his time sinking into you. The stretch of his fingers prepared you but there was always a slight pinch that dissolved into the most pleasant ache when he buried himself to the hilt.

Calloused fingers brushed at your skin, traced patterns only he could decipher, for a moment as you adjusted. But when you shifted your hips, eager to feel him move, Eddie took the hint.

With Eddie, sex varied. He could be soft and slow, sweet when he wanted to be. He could be silly, teasing you with goofy faces and tickling fingers. He could be submissive, big brown eyes staring up at you as he waited for your next move. But when he felt the need to take control, to brand his fingerprints into your skin and leave you aching for him, those nights were the most memorable.

He began slowly enough, pressing into you as deep as he could with slow, even strokes. His fingers stroked your skin as he spoke, rambling compliments that made your heart soar. But that never lasted very long. Gradually, his pace grew more frantic; harder thrusts, pressing deeper as one hand slipped from your hip to the juncture between your thighs.

Eddie pressed the pads of his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbed frantic circles in time with his thrusts, and swore each time you clenched around him. The denial made you sensitive, had you on edge almost instantly, and Eddie could tell with every keening moan of his name you released.

The orgasm you were barreling toward made your limbs unsteady, had you shaking in his grasp, and Eddie laughed as your arms gave out and your face fell into the pillow. The hand on your hip moved, rubbed your back in a soothing motion, but his pace never faltered.

Until he stopped completely.

As you clenched around him, release so close you could feel the tingling in the tips of your fingers and toes, Eddie pulled out, laughing when you whined, and tapped your ass with a heavy hand. “C’mon, princess,” he urged, voice sounding just as wrecked as you felt. “I got the prettiest girl in the world, gotta see that pretty face when you come for me.”

It made sense - given his history, you were wondering how long he would last before switching positions - but you couldn’t help the pout on your lips. “Can’t feel my arms.” Eddie laughed, used to your dramatics, and easily helped you onto your back before settling between your spread thighs. 

One hand fell to your hip, fingers digging into your overheated skin, as the other wrapped around his cock. “Take me so well, princess,” he praised, eyes glassy as he took in the sight of you spread open beneath him. You were a debauched mess, hair and makeup ruined, but Eddie looked as if he’d never seen anyone more beautiful. “Pretty little cunt was made for me.” He tapped the head of his cock against your clit, laughing when you jolted, and tilted his head to study you.

He smirked at your gasp - still somehow floored by the words that spilled out of him in the moments he took control - and shuffled closer. “Please, Eds.” Your moan had him inhaling sharply, desperate to keep himself together as he stroked his cock - still slick with your arousal. “Fuck me. I wanna come. Please, make me come.”

“Sound so pretty begging for me, princess. How could I say no to that? Fuck. My good girl, always asking so nice for what she wants.” He pressed forward, sank back into you in one quick stroke, and moaned as you clenched around him. “I’ve been mean, huh, princess? Denying you twice. How about I make it up to you?”

The glimmer in his eyes told you exactly what he had in mind but as desperate as you were to come, you could only agree. “Please, Eds. Make me feel so good. Wanna come for you.”

“I got you, princess.”

Eddie resumed his pace, hips rutting into yours as he pressed you into the mattress. He settled most of his weight over you, leaned in to nip at your neck, and you reached out to tangle your fingers in his hair. Your orgasm quickly built back up, burning white hot in your veins, and this time, Eddie did nothing to extinguish it.

“C’mon, princess,” he urged, voice low as he lifted his head to search your face. “Come for me.”

With a cry of his name, your release finally hit you. Eddie’s pace never faltered, his hips and fingers continuing to work you over, as he tilted his head to get a better look at you. “There she is,” he cooed, voice a ruined rasp. “Fuck, look at you. So fucking pretty.” He huffed with the exertion, his voice breaking in a few places as he spoke, but that did little to shut him up. “Shit, you’re perfect, princess. So fucking good for me. Wanna feel you come again. You can do that for me, right?”

The overstimulation was prickling at your nerves, a live wire to your skin with every snap of his hips and brush of his thumb, but the pleading look in his eyes - and the white-hot energy coursing through your veins, setting your entire body alight - had you nodding. “For you.”

He leaned in, pressed his mouth to yours in a messy clash of lips and teeth that only vaguely resembled a kiss, but you used the grip on his hair to hold him closer as he rocked into you. He eagerly swallowed your desperate moans, the breathless whimpers rising in pitch with every brush of his thumb, and nipped at your bottom lip when you began to clench around him once more.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he encouraged, eyes blown wide as he took in the disheveled state of you. “C’mon, princess. One more for me. One more and I’ll come for you. Where d’you want it, baby?”

“Inside, please. Eddie, please!”

The second release hit you harder than the first, knocked the air from your lungs and turned the edges of your vision white. A keening noise escaped you, sharper - higher, louder - than anything you’d heard from yourself before and, vaguely, you knew there would be a noise complaint awaiting his uncle when he returned home. But that thought quickly disappeared as Eddie continued to mumble praise in your ear.

His hips stuttered, pace faltering slightly as your release triggered his own, and you matched his moan as he spilled into you. He buried himself to the hilt, fingers digging into your hip - likely leaving behind perfect little indentations of his fingertips - and groaned as he dropped his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, voice wrecked. “Good morning to you, too.”

Weakly, you tugged at the locks of hair between your fingers and groaned when you felt Eddie’s cock twitch at the gesture. “And you called me the nympho,” you teased, voice shattered.

Eddie lifted his head, eyes narrowed as he took in the state of you, before he grinned. “Maybe it’s just because it’s you, princess. Everything about you gets me going.”

“Mm.” You gingerly ran your fingers through his hair as he shifted - drew a huff from both of you when he pulled out. “And here I was, thinking that you, like, loved me or something.”

“Of course I love you, princess.” He was quick to say it, ready to provide any assurance you might need, but when he saw the sparkle of mischief in your eyes - the teasing glint that lived for riling him up - he rolled his eyes and pulled you into his chest. “Even if you can’t go more than a few hours without jumping my bones.”

“Y’know, one day, we should make a bet. See who can last longer.”

Eddie hummed, pretending to think about it, before tilting his head to meet your eyes. “I’d kick your ass, sweetheart. But not today, though.”

“In your dreams, Munson.” Realistically, you knew that neither of you would last - as much as you loved Eddie for his personality, the little things, and as much as you loved spending time with him doing nothing in particular, you truly enjoyed your time spent between the sheets as much as he did - but that would be saved for another day. So, instead, you agreed. “Not today, though.”

There was time to be made up for - months you’d missed out on due to school - and celebrations to be had as Eddie had finally graduated and would be joining you in Indianapolis in the fall. For the moment, all that mattered was the sweet thing you had going on.

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Author’s Note: Okay, I swear. The next fic is not gonna be smut. It’s gonna have a real plot. And it’s gonna be for Eddie. I just gotta. Write it. It’s not my fault he's so fucking pretty. With those eyes and that face. Ugh.

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[ascendingaeons]

Hymn to Sekhmet

by Joey Rivers (ascendingaeons)

O Sekhmet, Great Eye of Ra, the First and the Last Healer and Destroyer, Mother and Daughter You Who accepted the Command of Ra, Your Father To cleanse the Two Lands of Isfet But Your nature was too mighty, Great of Strength as You Are Wanton and unrestrained, You ravaged Earth as a purifying flame And as Ra looked on and saw His Eye, He was stricken with pause By the Will of the Sun, Your Rage was quieted by a crimson brew And into transformative slumber You fell, Great Goddess And from Your great Rage, Het-Heru rose A new Eye was christened, of eros sublime And you, Great Mother, knew the sadness of regret

You, Great Goddess, know the measure of rage unbound And so You Stand, Great Mother of War, in defense and duty Of the Principles and Consequences of Ma’at Your Children are many, Great Lady of Life Diverse in their multitudes, empowered by their tribulation

Yours is the soldier, Your Mighty Sekhem made flesh and bone Entrenched in a maelstrom of fire and blood Returning home to a nation that does not understand him

Yours is the survivor, a living branch of Your burning Will triumphant Endeavoring to rise above the quagmire of loss and agony Through You their struggle is transmuted into the golden light of ka ascendant

Yours is the mother, she who knows sacrifice and sleepless nights A font unyielding of love and pride, of smiles and laughter perfected They who bear the weight of the world so a child can know childhood

Yours is the healer, an alchemist of the ontological persuasion He who is humbled by the frailty beholden to human experience He who ushers Your Sekhem through the riptide of transformative loss

Yours is the artist, through whose passions course Your Divine Fire Who walks the scales of inspiration and madness, knowing Creation unfiltered An alchemist versed in the milieus of perception

For You, Great Goddess, are the very Force of Change You are that which makes men tremble so Such an unnecessary fear, of wisdom and experience untouched Were I You, I would feel such sadness But how You smile, Great One! How You laugh! How You fight! You are not “she who cowers before Apep!” NO! You are the Great Lioness Who rends Chaos asunder! You fight and rage and bite and tear Passion and emotion alive and unrestrained!

You are Love, Great Goddess You are Fear, Great Goddess You are Devotion, Great Goddess You are Loss, Great Goddess You are Health, Great Goddess You are Sickness, Great Goddess This is why I call You the Mother of Life Your Ka is the very essence of experience! Your Sekhem is the very wind of change!

When I first called upon You, timid and unsure, I beheld Your Gaze, a window of fire open before my face And as quickly as You Saw me, You left And again when I called to You with offering of water and bread Exhausted by grief and devotion, tirelessly sung from a caregiver’s heart You came to me and my eyes were opened to You! As I lay without sleep, You stood at my bedside Stroking my back with strong hands of fire Whispering strength and courage into my ear As a sentinel You walked with me, a Mother Lioness guarding Her cub Such loyalty and tenderness You showed And my eyes were forever opened to Your nature

You are the very Force of Creation, the Monad of Being From which stems those primordial principalities Love and Fear, Physis and Logos, Known and Unknown Order and Disorder, Life and Death, Dynamism and Stasis

I offer henu to You, Great Goddess of Creation The endless potentiality and movement of the living cosmos The Fires Divine that Become living sinews and living earth

I offer henu to Your Husband Ptah, the Cosmic Smith Patron of artisans, of those who tirelessly toil In the pursuit of Bringing Into Being but a shard of the Sacred Unmanifest

I offer henu to Your Son, the Beautiful Nefertem The Ageless Lotus that rose from the Benben Stone The First Splendid Light to Shine in the churning Waters of Nun

It was You Who held my right hand as I accepted the mark of a healer And embraced me as a Mother would Her graduating son I offer You my pain, Great Goddess So that You may transmute it into Strength I offer You my fear, Great Goddess So that You may transmute it into Courage I offer You my uncertainty, Great Goddess So that You may transmute it into Wisdom

Into Your Belly I give of myself to unleash my greatest potential To burst from Your Bosom, shining and emboldened For there is nothing that is beyond Your Reach, Great Mother It is for me, now, to See that nothing is beyond my own

Dua Sekhmet! Dua Sekhmet! Dua Sekhmet!

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[kaylatoonz]

Evil grows in the dark and heroes bloom in the light

This idea feels more of an AU than a possibility of this happening in the SCU but it is fun to write/draw nonetheless.

This idea is inspired by the Sonic Fleetway comics, tangled, and Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride.

(I made this before I knew if Jim Carry was returning as Eggman in any future installment, just to let you know)

After the events of the third movie, Eggman is defeated once again this time at the cost of his life. Agent Stone is devastated at the loss of HIS doctor and wants vengeance against Sonic and his friends. Unfortunately, he would have to bide his time and lay low until the heat died down. With the ultimate weapon loss, he scavenges G.U.N base one last time in search of anything from Eggman or the government to use against Sonic in the future.

During the search, Stone discovers a brown hedgehog in a cryo-chamber similar to the one Shadow was found in. After looking into some files, he learns the subject, Project Rose seems to be a failed attempt at re-creating a more docile version of Project Shadow (to control better) years after Shadow was deemed too dangerous. At first, Stone was appalled by the idea of using another alien mutant to progress his plans for revenge, it hadn’t worked out the last two times! Not having a lot of options he took his chance with this creature, deciding that he would play his cards carefully this time and dispose of the beast as soon as possible if necessary.

Months later, Agent Stone, discovered like Shadow she has a connection to chaos energy, though a lot weaker and more unstable. Similar to when his doctor wielded the master emerald power, she can create anything from the material she’s offered. She also has supernatural strength, enhanced athletic/acrobatic, an unexplainable sixth sense, and cloaking abilities.

The only downside is that her powers are more limited compared to Shadow or Sonic and even seem to put a lot of strain on her body. He predicts that her body will expire in a matter of months or a year at best. Not that he cared as long as he got his revenge on Sonic, she would be one less problem to deal with once he was done, anyway.

Since Agent Stone doesn’t have the vast intelligence of his beloved doctor he settles with using Amy to create complex machinery. By night he causes trouble for Sonic heroes making sure they never forget the doctor (the team doesn’t know Agent Stone is the one causing trouble). By day he brings back material and blueprints he managed to scavenge during his nightly ventures.

Each day, Rose would create machinery, and weapons, unbeknownst to her that aided him in his conquest to destroy the blue pest and his friends. Unfortunately, for him, despite having many of the doctor's glorious blueprints and plans at hand, none have come close to destroying his foes.

Rose could easily see Mr. Stone’s frustration whenever he returned from his “night job”. Wanting to cheer her guardian up, she decided to sneak out and gather some material to make Mr. Stone happy. Rose, never having been outside, is quickly enamored by the luscious forest and flowers. So much so that she didn’t notice a blue blue until he was right on top of her.

Stone had relocated his base Of operation from the coffee shop to the depth of the forest of Greenhills. so it was a matter of time before Rose was at the “wrong” place at the “wrong” time resulting in her encountering the blue blur.

After untangling themselves they get a good look at each other and both are shocked. Sonic was in shock due to meeting another hedgehog who had hunted familiar eyes, leaving him gawking at the girl like an idiot. While Rose is shocked to meet another creature like herself but with such beautiful quills. Rose is quick to excitedly shoot questions out to the shell-shocked hedgehog. Before Rose could get a response from the blue hedgehog she sensed Agent Stone returning to the base so cut the meeting short. She quickly grabbed one of the daisies she dropped early and suggested they meet here again sometime to get to know each other better. Again before Sonic can respond the hedgehog girl disappears before his eyes (literally).

Upon returning to the base Rose decides to keep her meeting with the mysterious blue hedgehog secret for now, not wanting to get in trouble for sneaking out. She didn’t think a two-petal daisy would cheer up Mr. Stone or make up for running off. Things progress like usual with Mr. Stone, bringing in material and blueprints of bots to practice her creation ability. The session goes on like any other until Rose’s mind can’t help but wander back to the blue hedgehog. And unbeknownst to her it influences her powers to create the head of a metallic blue hedgehog head instead of a plain android like the blueprint. Noticing her mistake, roast quickly tries to apologize and explain herself though Stone calmly brushes it off. Stone smiles at Rose for the first time in a while (if ever) and tells her that she is on to something and this may be her best work yet. So before Rose could exhaust herself for today, he excused her from their session for today and sent Rose to her room.

Behind closed doors, Agent Stone was a bit furious that the insolent creature had shown its first sign of disobedience and interacted with the blue menace nonetheless! But that didn’t matter for now her day would be numbered soon enough. Now he had the perfect plan to destroy that hedgehog in the best way possible thanks to his little rose. He would build that robot in that blue rat likeness, using any information gathered from Rose and Sonic’s meetings ( assuming the ungrateful girl will sneak off to see the blue rat again). Then when the sonic bond with the rose reaches its highest stone it would tear it away from him(just as Sonic did to him) using Sonic's image. Then his friends and family before lastly the blue hedgehog who would most likely be more than broken when Stone strikes the final blow.

Unfortunately for Stone, his plans don’t go exactly as planned. With each meeting, sonic and Rose's bond grows stronger, and Rose learns and grows. Through Sonic she learns what real healthy love (familial, platonic, and romantic) looks like which eventually helps her realize something up with Mr. Stone. Sadly by the time she comes to this conclusion, Stone has initiated his plans leaving Sonic to believe that she betrayed him. Wanting to right this wrong Rose lends her aid to team Sonic to defeat the metal monster of her creation. With the chaos emeralds and Rose's help, they were able to defeat Metal Sonic and Agent Stone, but at the cost of Rose's life. The battle she had put herself through, pushed her body to the limit, exhausting all the chaos energy that was meant to keep her alive and stable. Devastated sonic kneels down to his rose, holding her close begging, her to wake up. Stone takes satisfaction in the fact that despite his failure he had given Sonic a taste of how he felt when he took his doctor away.

As Agent Stone is taken in by the G.U.N agents Sonic pays them no mind as he desperately tries to offer up as much chaos energy to Rose’s body in hopes of reviving her. It seemingly has some effect on the hedgehog girl as her quills go from brown to pink and when her eyes eventually open they are a bolder green compared to his own.

Bonus context:

Agent Stone is the type of man who would take satisfaction in a loss if it means, he leaves his enemy physically or mentally scarred. (in the IDW pre-quill comic. He was pretty intimidating so I wanted to go to extra step). he doesn’t care about ruling the world like Eggman (nothing matters if Eggman can’t be the one on top in the end). He just wants to hurt Sonic and his friends/family as much as he can.

In the beginning, Sonic keeps his meeting between him and Rose secret for selfish reasons. Sonic loved his brothers but sometimes he wanted some things or someone to himself (sonic still adjusting to sharing with his brothers). After the ordeal with Shadow, sonic also wanted some semblance of peace or escapism from the trauma. It isn’t until Sonic starts to notice that Rose’s home life might not be so great that Sonic starts to get his brothers and parents involved. Because of this sonic still feels guilty that he could’ve done something sooner.

After watching Disney’s Tangled with the Wachowskis, Amy teasingly calls Sonic her Rapunzel while Sonic insists that it’s the other way around.

Agent Stone is basically mother Gothel to Rose, so she has experienced a lot of gaslighting and guilt-tripping from Stone.

Rose takes up the name Amy as her first name a few months after she leaves Stone's custody. Despite her name coming from a dark place (Project Rose) she wants to keep it while adding something new to it representing the start of her new life as Amy Rose.

Sonic thinks Amy looks beautiful before and after her transformation.

After spending some time at the Wackowski‘s recovering, Amy takes off on her own leaving a note to Sonic explaining how she is going to explore the world for herself and promising that they’ll meet again. Sonic is a bit sad at first but lightens up in the hopes of meeting her again.

If Shadow is still alive and crosses paths with Amy, he would consider her his little sister and do anything to protect her after learning about her connection to him.

Agent Stone would be on Shadow’s kill list after finding out what that man put his sister through.

Shadow would probably gatekeep Amy from Sonic.

#amy rose #sonamy #sonic movie 3 #movie amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #procreate #shadow the hedgehog #sonic movie 2 #agent stone #doctor eggman #sonic movie au

[blackopals-world]

An Ancient Tale

Part 1

Writer!Yuu goes snooping and finds an interesting story they want to tell you.

I was looking around Crowley's office and found this dusty old book hidden in a secret compartment.

Don't ask why I was there.

Still I doubt he's read in a century so he won't miss it. Besides it's not a textbook it's a story book.

Let's see.

Once upon a time a child appeared. They came from a land far far away or perhaps another world.

They claimed that they were a traveler who was tasked to explore this world and learn all that it holds. They said they had explored many realms and would explore many more. But there was a problem when they fell to this world. They were separated from their friend, another traveler in this world. The traveler desperately wanted to find their friend to finished their task and move on to the next world.

The child of course had no actual knowledge of the world or its language at first. They roamed until they made it to the Court of Roses where the queen taught the child well.

Straight back, eyes forward, and absolutely no mumbling!

The child had to learn many things on a strict schedule from singing, baking, croquet and all things else the queen enjoyed. All was well until another child, a traveler from elsewhere came to wonderland.

The child had hoped it was their dear friend, but no such thing happened. This Alice child only created disorder and chaos where she went. The people of the kingdom frowned upon outsiders now and demanded that both children should leave and a new rule be made.

The queen had her pride but she was a good ruler at heart. Alice and the child were both banished but not without a plan.

The child would be sent far away to a friend and fellow queen.

The child stood before the queen of the fairies and displayed only the best manners as they told their story.

Perhaps the fae queen had a softer heart than what was told or perhaps she had bigger plans. Regardless she took pity on the child and let them stay at the castle. The child lived in a small room hidden in the back of the castle library where prying eyes wouldn't find them.

Every day the child studied under the queen. They traded their elaborate heart-red and rose-white gowns for black robes.

"Your Majesty, I still need to find my friend." The child said tugging on the gown of the fae queen.

The queen hummed in thought. She didn't want the child to go but the child's journey must continue.

The queen sent the child to a place where answers would be found. To the place of the Fairest Queen where the magic mirror would be found.

The child found that the witch queen had very high expectations and demanded perfection. The Fairest Queen wouldn't let the child ask the magic mirror anything until she saw that the child had earned it. So every day the child was set to work with tasks to be finished.

One day a strange man had been spotted in the courtyard while the young princess and the child had been cleaning. The man was quite scary to the child as he was strange and looked at them like meat.

The child fled the the queen's side and told her of what had happened.

The queen was smart and called the huntsman. She had known for some time that the princess's beauty was in fact a curse. As the princess grew the curse would become more powerful until the day she came of age and her beauty would cause men to literally rip her apart to get a piece of her. The queen checked the mirror every day to make sure the curse hadn't surpassed her own beauty as the most radiant woman in the land. She had covered her daughter in soot and grime to keep eyes off her as the queen worked on the cure for the curse but alas she had been found, now there was no telling what that man would do.

The queen had the princess taken away and ordered a pig to be slaughtered. The heart would be used to prove the princess was dead and not to look for her.

The child was sent away as well to pick magic apples as a last task.

"Listen to me child for I have words you must hear. In this world there are a great many blessings to be found but what may sound like a gift could easily be a curse. Be wary of all things gifted to you because only what you do by your own hands can be trusted." The queen said dipping the apples in the potion. " You and my daughter are alot alike she has always hated medicine so I'd often coat her favorite fruits with it."

The child saw how how much she cared no matter how it appeared like she didn't on the outside.

The queen was true to her promise and asked the magic mirror to show where the other traveler had gone. The mirror showed images of far-off sand dunes and a young man making his way through the land.

The child smiled and glee and thanked the queen who promised to send the child to an old friend of hers. He was the sorcerer of the sands.

When the child left for their journey the queen had mentioned being busy as she had to invade a kingdom of a man who had stolen her daughter.

The child was sent to the palace of the sultan where they had been ushered to the sorcerer's tower. There they learned the nature of humans. Sweet words disguised true intentions and being smart didn't always equal power, cunning is required to be heard.

The child posed as a ward of the Sorcerer and had to learn the ways of this ruthless land. They often took shelter inside to stay away from the dangerous streets. They would rather avoid losing a hand after being accused of stealing.

"Why doesn't the sultan do something?" The child asked.

The sorcerer grumbled before responding resolutely.

"He lives in ignorance. That is why am his vizier. However only so much can be done to stop disorder when your leader doesn't pay any attention."

The child didn't understand but listened to orders. They even listened to the constant complaints of the princess who they didn't understand either. She talked about leaving the palace constantly, not knowing just how good she had it there. Say what you want about a guided cage the child had known what it was like to be without food or clothes.

But that was long ago...when they were alone. Before their beloved friend found them and they journeyed here.

Still, the child could understand the princess's wanderlust even if the princess knew nothing of the world.

It wasn't long before the vizier planned to leave on a trip and the child begged to go as well. They wanted to search for their friend only to be brushed off and admonished for being impatient.

The child unwisely decided to sneak out of the palace themselves following the princess but lost her in the crowd.

The child ordered the guards to look for her.

But what twist of fate that when the child found not only the princess but a thief and...her friend!

It was clear to see that they had taken different paths. The child wore fine silks while they're friend wore clothes made for wondering the sands.

Their friend was equally happy to see them until the child asked for her friend to come with them but didn't trust the thief that was with them.

"He's my friend. You can't just judge him for his looks. Why are you siding with those guards?" He said staying close to the thief.

"Im not. He's a thief and he was found with the princess. He will be taken for questioning. I'll vouch for his innocence of kidnapping her highness. The vizier will handle this fairly." The child said gesturing to the guards.

The friends argued and neither seemed to understand the other. They had been divided by the customs of a land neither truly understood and adapted differently.

But the guards betrayed them both as they took both the thief and their friend away despite the child's protest.

Reluctantly the child and the princess were taken back to the palace. Both having been separated from someone they trusted.

When the sorcerer returned the child begged him to set her friend free from the dungeons. Of course when the cell was opened it was empty as her friend had escaped. As for the thief, that is another story about where he went.

Disheartened the child tried to understand, however they blamed the thief for everything. And they didn't like the Prince Ali fellow who arrived shortly after.

"Lies are the enemy of logic, child. The truly wise have no need of them." The Sorcerer said pulling the child away from the display of dancing elephants. "Without insight and consideration, you will become like the countless fools who fall for flashy and dangerous displays. Think about if you'll trust someone just because of a past friendship."

The child knew deep down her friend was still close but this place...this wasn't the right time. To much about this situation felt like a kettle boiling over.

They departed from the land of golden sand to return lands of the fey queen. They had to reconsider what comes next. On the morning of their departure a note was left on their pillow.

"I'm sorry. I know you were just doing what you thought was right. Don't worry, I'll find you again. I just have to finish what i started."

They left in a lighter mood.

They traveled for many days until they reached the docks to board a ship head for the Shaftlands.

But a storm struck and threw them overboard. Had it not been for the generosity of the sea witch who had saved them.

On a desolate rock the sea witch offered a deal to them so they could survive without dying there. The child could only offer their service to her as long as the sea witch protected them.

A deal was struck and the child gave up their legs to work for the sea witch.

It wasn't a bad life, they ran errands for their mistress in the coral city. But the kingdom was loud and bright filled with sycophants who were obsessed with beauty and song. Everyone was content to float away their days while those outside the city walls were the ones who hunted in the open sea and brought back the food they indulged in.

The poor child had no beautiful fins, only the visage of their mistress. The other children of the kingdom did not take kindly to their appearance and mocked their legs and colors along with their unfamiliarity with their customs.

When they would return to their cave home they would need comfort from their mistress.

"Don't listen to those sea urchins dear, you are very beautiful. Prettier then most of those fools with the most deep and vibrant colors ever seen. Our kind can change our colors as we wish which is more than they can do. Not to mention we are smarter too." She said seating the child a her boudoir.

The child watched their mistress make deals with the mers that left their golden city and every time they wished for petty things they could obtain themselves if they just tried. But no they wished for the easy solution but could not pay the price for it. Honestly, they likely had never been told no and their loves and the sea witch wasn't going to be the first.

One evening while her mistress was busy with of an important deal the child went out searching for oysters for dinner. A familiar face appeared, none other than her friend whose appearance had changed as well as he wore the tail of a dolphin of all things.

The excitement of reunion as crushed under the weight of previous events. Still they were happy to see one another.

"I can't wait to tell my mistress. She'd be pleased to meet you. I'll have to talk about our deal though." They said.

Their friend asked many questions but when they realized it was the sea witch they spoke of their expression went sour.

"She'll curse you if you do that. What made you crazy enough to make a deal with that hag!" He yelled.

"Well, she's treated me better than anyone down here. She saved me and I owe her. I like her." They said indignantly.

After arguing their friend swam away in a huff, however, the next day guards returned. Their intent was the apprehend the child for entering the city on behalf of the banished sea witch, something that wasn't actually a crime. During the chase, the child was wounded but thankfully escaped. What hurt most was that the person who was holding the spear to pin them down was none other then are frirend. As they returned to the cave their blood drew the attention of the sea witch who took pity on them.

"What hurts more than a wound is betrayal. I would know." She said wrapping the wound.

The sea witch said that they are served their purpose well but it was time to go.

"You are far too weak to survive the seas. You must go where your strength can grow."

The child was sent to the surface once more with a potion in hand.

When the found shore they drank the concoction and returned to human form. The land however was unfamiliar and they were now lost, alone and very naked.

Had it not been for the hyena people of the lands who found them they would surely have died. They fed and clothed them with what meager resources they had. In turn, the child helped how they could.

The child found kinship but missed their old life. They had once lived in palaces and courts but they had long since became an outcast. They also could clearly see that they were not so little as they once were, these years since their arrival in this world had welcomed change. They were reaching their teen years now but they were still too young for many things as the adults said.

Youthful courage is a powerful thing. So powerful the child desired to seek change from the royals who cared little for the hardworking hyenas and the other beasts they called scavengers. The other young beasts agreed as they protested. The child sought an audience with the king but was brushed aside but the king's brother listened even if half-heartedly at first. He said he cared but he had little power to change the king's mind. That was until the child told him their story of everything they had gone through.

Overnight the prince gathered the people of the slums and gave speeches and protested. The child had a new cause to believe in and fought for it. That is until everything went silent in the capital. The king was dead, an assassin had taken his life and the young prince was too young to rule. The royal family was wrecked with grief. The throne could only go to the king's brother who sent the young prince away to be protected until adulthood. The new king was more distant now but he never forgot his promise that all beasts would be equal whether they liked it or not. A new age would come to pass.

End of Part 1

The child had the fortune of being present at the coronation ball of the new king and like fate intended an old friend reared his head. This time the child did not fight. They simply accepted that this was how things were. Their friend tried to convince them not to side with a usurper and that this was against the order of things but they didn't listen.

They would never see eye to eye ever again.

#writer!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yuuniverse

[colourme-feral]

Hi there. So I read your tags on an other post and thought I would give you challenge.

What were your 10 (or really how many you want) favourite locations in 2023 QLs? Can be places or buildings, or both. Your choice. Rose💜

@nothingsbetterthancoffee thank you for enabling on the clown website!! Did you have any favourite locations in this year's QLs?

I referred to MDL and so I've only included shows that started in 2023 and to keep this under Tumblr's maximum of 30 images, so I didn't include all screenshots for shared locations!

Anyway, these are my favourite QL locations from 2023:

1. Chong Nonsi Canal Park (Bed Friend, Chains of Heart and The Promise) (location) Shout out to @winnythanawin (aka @aprilblossomgirl) for our discussions about parks lol

2. The timber mill (Chains of Heart) I love wide angle and maximalist shots, so this location has been stuck in my mind.

3. Thai Muslim Women Foundation School (My Dear Gangster Oppa, Y-Destiny, Return Man, 55:15 Never Too Late, Midnight Motel, Never Let Me Go and My Only 12%) (location) I love that the building has specific motifs that are seen in other Islamic architecture. But also, an excessive number of chandeliers is always fun to me. (There are also far too many shared locations, so I picked only a few screenshots).

4. Chakngeaw Chinese Market (Moonlight Chicken) (location) Maybe it's the lanterns and the colours in the scenes, but I loved this location!

5. Como Metropolian Bangkok (Step by Step and Middleman's Love) (location) I described this as a Pride & Prejudice moment once. LOOK AT THE HUGE WINDOWS. That is all, lol

6. 13 Coins Tower Ngamwongwan (Playboyy and 3 Will Be Free) (location) I cannot explain how the slightly dead and uninhabited vibes of this hotel appeal to me but here we are 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♂️🤷

7. The houses (I Feel You Linger in the Air) (location, location) These details are *everything*. I'm especially a fan of the windows and stained glass!

8. Factopia (Pit Babe) (location) One thing about me is that I am chaotic. Look at this studio that's being used as a home. I love it lol

9. These two temples (Cherry Magic Thailand) (locations) The boat is selling the whole idea for me, though I've been told that there isn't actually a boat operating in these canals anymore, but let me imagine it!

10. Chao Phraya Sky Park (Last Twilight and Low Frequency Pilot Trailer) (location to come) I have actually been waiting to see this bridge/park used and was so excited to see it in Low Frequency's pilot trailer, though it didn't make it to the show. THEN Last Twilight showed up for me. Thank you to the location manager of the show.

11. Tokyo Tower (Shigatsu no Tokyo wa... / Tokyo in April is...) Please ignore how bad Ren looks in the screenshot. I don't care that only the base of my favourite tower can be seen. I'm taking it!!!

12. Whatever this building is (Pit Babe) I mean, I AM CURIOUS about it but haven't found the location. Maybe that's why I'm obsessing a little. Just let me find the location and I will get over it. Probably.

+ BONUS 13. Ikea Sukhumvit (Cherry Magic Thailand) I'm just kidding about this one, but I did google to see where it was @callipigio

Tagging @blmpff, @callipigio, @dribs-and-drabbles, @telomeke because we discuss locations, or at least I make you listen to me talk about them. I'd love to know if you had any favourites/ones that I forgot to add to the list!

If anyone else has their favourite locations, I'd love to know!

Also including these collections of locations, because why not: Troye Sivan's Got Me Started and its shared locations in Thai queer media

If I were in Bangkok, I might want to... in response to @lurkingshan's ask about my favourite locations

#the ask game #irl locations #2023 in qls

[chibsandchill]

A good man

Pairing: Daemon T. x GN!reader

Warnings: None, some profanity (if you squint)

In Daemon needs some reassurance.

Masterlist

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His hair fell through your parted fingers like water, each strand softer than silk and as pale as the stars. They smelled of the lavender you placed under his pillows and between his tunics, while his skin smelt of the roses you plucked from the gardens. Smoke lingered in the red-speckled riding leathers he donned like armor. Each night he would sit on his balcony with the stars as his only witness as he tended to them with the devotion of a silent sister, tracing the worn edges and the fading crimson threads of his family emblem.

“Am I a good man?” He whispered. 

The family curse weighed heavy on his mind. He heard the whispers of the court, the not-so-silent speculations and declarations of his evil nature. A second Maegor, they liked to call him, for surely the sour prince is destined to be as cruel as he. 

“I don’t know.” You answered. 

Daemon’s coin had yet to fall. Would he be a good man? A bad one? A brilliant one, or a cruel one? A good man who did bad things, or a bad man who did good ones? Perhaps he wouldn’t be a man at all, perhaps he was destined to be the black sheep of a family of ravenous dragons, destined to burn and burn in the name of family and heritage until all that remained of the once prideful boy were memories tainted by centuries-old bitterness. 

“Am I a bad man?” 

The embers in the hearth crackled, sparks of fire licking at the slips of paper thrown on the threadbare carpet in front of it. Letters sent from his brother no doubt, the majority unopened and discarded, but some carried the bent edges of a letter well-read. You wondered if he read them under the stars as well, if his melancholy stare as he conditioned his leather were accompanied by his longing for family; for belonging. 

You let his words linger in the silence. 

“I don’t know.” You answered again. 

He could be kind, so kind that your heart skipped a beat when he presented you with luxurious gifts from his travels to faraway lands, but he could also be cruel as he scoffed and sneered at the vulnerability you showed him. He thrived in chaos and fire and blood, cursed to be as restless as his Blood Wyrm by even crueler Gods. Often he would stagger into his quarters beaming, lilac eyes as light as you had ever seen them, whilst covered in the blood of his once enemies. His hair wasn’t the color of stars then.

He hummed. 

“Would you like me to braid your hair now, my Prince?” 

Daemon nodded. 

With nimble fingers you parted his hair, making sure to scratch his scalp in the spots you knew he liked. Often when he returned in a foul mood you would offer to braid his hair and he would throw a snarky remark or otherwise barbed jab that you would ignore, before he fell into the armchair and allowed himself to be cared for in a way so unfamiliar that it scared him. He melted under your touch, heavy lids fluttering shut, freeing you from the intensity of his gaze. 

Was he a good man? No, the indifference with which he treated the ones around him spoke against it and his often uncaring words and actions towards those he deemed lesser than him, but he loved his family in a different way. A hidden way, one where their inevitable rejection couldn’t hurt him, their distrustful gazes and honey-coated lies never reaching the shriveled heart hiding behind stone walls. 

He could cut a man from cock to head without even a thought of hesitation, but he would burn the Seven kingdoms to protect his loved ones. His loyalty was highly sought after, each simpering maiden of King’s landing lusting after him even after he used and discarded them after they lost their appeal, though they knew not that his loyalty was as fickle as a candle’s flame, the ways and means with which he cared was unconventional at best and monstrous at worst. 

Daemon Targaryen was not a good man, or a bad one. He was something in between, something forged in the flames of sin and carnage, emerging screaming and angry from a cursed womb. A man of darkness shaped by a loving hand. 

You could braid his hair in your sleep. He never wanted anything more grand than the singular one that kept his hair out of his face. Still, you kept your hands in his hair, hiding your affection under the touch of a dutiful servant. 

“Are you a good man?” You asked him. 

The reply was instant.

 “No.”

“I think you could be.” Your fingers brush against his face. 

He glances at the letters. His eyes lingered on the letter at the top of the pile, one with Aemma’s unbroken seal. He confided in you once that he dared not open them for the sorrow with which his good-sister wrote to him with was enough to break his heart. “Perhaps once, if things had been different and the gods kinder I could have been. "

Emboldened by the way he allowed your touch to linger on his cheek, you say, “I thought Targaryens were above the gods.”

The reward for your bravery was the ghost of a smile. “You’re growing bold. But it matters not. Every story needs a villain, and who am I to deny the gods entertainment. I will play the part I was given.”

“Are you a bad man then, Daemon Targaryen?”

His eyes searched yours, and in an act even bolder than your words, he placed his hand over yours, long and narrow fingers slotting between yours like he was always meant to hold them. 

“Would you leave if I was?”

You shook your head. “No.”

His smile grew strained as if pained. “Then I hope I do not live long enough to see myself become one” 

Daemon pressed a kiss that lingered on the top of your hand before pulling it down to rest over his heart, allowing you to, for the first time, feel how his heart beat for you. 

#daemon imagines #daemon targaryen x reader #hotd #hotd imagine #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagines

[rose-pearls]

The making of Captain Kazansky-Mitchell - Part 4

Summary: it's time for the first deployment, there is some chaos along the way and a new meeting

Previous Part - Next Part

Your first deployment was something you were looking for, however being sent to Japan wasn’t really your first choice. The relationship with your fathers was still in a healing process and having to leave for six months at the other end of the world was making it harder. When you were told you were going to be under the watchful eye of Admiral Cain both of your father grimaced and wished you good luck. The man didn’t seem to have a good reputation, and as you arrived on the carrier with Sunny by your side you couldn’t help but wonder why.

“The both of you have been asked to join Admiral Cain in his office.”, one of the pilots tells you and the both of you look at each other questioningly, what could the Admiral possibly want to tell you.

“Lieutenants, come in.”, you stand to attention until he tells you to stop and for a moment, he looks at the both of you.

“I saw the way you flew Lieutenant Kazansky.”, you want to tell him that it’s Kazansky-Mitchell, but you tell yourself that it doesn’t seem to be the right moment to do it.

“Sir?”, you ask, wondering where he was going with this.

“You impressed me. I haven’t seen anyone fly like that since Viper was in the air, your father a close second.”, the words make a spark of pride bloom into your chest, but you stop yourself from smiling.

“It’s an honor to be compared to these legends, sir.”, he nods slowly before getting up and looking at you through furrowed brows.

“I know Pete Mitchell was there when you grew up and although I deeply respect your father, Iceman, he has made some mistakes in his career. I’ll give you one chance to prove to me that I was right and that you are more like Viper and that you are the future of our nation. Prove to me that I wasn’t wrong to bring you here under my command. Is that understood Lieutenant?”, you feel like someone has thrown a bucket of cold water over you, but you can only respond, like the academy has taught you.

“Sir, yes, sir.”, he nods, satisfied and goes to sit back down before telling you to leave. 

Sunny looks at you with worried eyes as you get out and you try to catch your breath.

“Not here.”, she nods in agreement and the two of you leave towards your bunks, when you finally arrive you practically fall on yours, holding your head between your hands.

“Hey, are you okay? That was, intense.”, she says and kneels before you, putting a hand on your shaking leg.

“My fathers warned me, but I didn’t think he would have something against them and put it on me.”, you whisper, and she squeezes your leg reassuringly.

“I don’t know if I can do this and if I fail then you are also in the shit and it-”, you aren’t able to finish your sentence as you feel like you can’t breathe. Your breathing is ragged, and you try to gasp for air, Rose taking your hands and putting one on her heart.

“Hey listen to me. Breathe with me.”, she takes deep breaths, and you try to focus on her, not on the walls closing up or the darkness behind your eyes.

“That’s it, breathe.”, she says softly, and you nod slowly, breathing hard and after a moment you feel like you can breathe again, your heart still beating a thousand miles a second.

“Sorry.”, you whisper weakly, and she shakes her head smiling reassuringly.

“There is nothing to be sorry for.”, the two of you stay like this for a moment and you feel your heartbeat finally calming down.

“Thank you.”, you whisper, and she rolls her eyes while smiling.

“Nothing to thank me for. Now common it’s dinner time and I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”, you can’t help but laugh and nod in answer, following her through the corridors. 

The Mess Hall is full of people, but you manage to get some food, that looks questionable at best before trying to find a place. Rose is ready to drag you somewhere before you see a blond guy with glasses eating alone.

“Why don’t we go sit next to him?”, you ask her, and she looks at him for a moment before shrugging her shoulders.

“Why not.”, she tells you and the two of you walk to the table where he is sitting, in the far corner away from all the noise.

“Hi, could we sit here?”, you ask, and the boy looks up, shy blue eyes look back at you and you try to smile reassuringly before he nods slowly.

“Thank you.”, you tell him, and he smiles back a little awkwardly, but you ignore it.

“So, what is your name?”, you ask him, and he seems surprised, but you look at him with a smile and he stammers over his words a little before answering.

“Robert Floyd, callsign Bob.”, Rose seems curious about the callsign, but you can see that he doesn’t really want to talk about it.

“This is Rose, callsign Sunny.”, Bob nods in answer and after that you present yourself making Bob look at you with curious eyes, but he doesn’t say anything else.

“So, Bob tell us more about you.”, he looks surprised that we want to talk more but after a few minutes the conversation flows freely and the three of you stay there until curfew talking.

“See you in the morning Bob!”, he tells you the same thing before leaving towards his dorm and Sunny and you fall back in your beds.

“Tomorrow is the day.”, you whisper, and she hums softly.

“We are going to kick some asses.”, her answer makes you laugh and the two of you talk for a bit before falling asleep while talking.

Waking up in the morning you start to feel nervous, but you tell yourself it’s just another exercise and as you suit up to go to the tarmac you suddenly feel like it isn’t a normal exercise. People are running around, looking stressed and the two of you look at each other for a moment before Bob joins you.

“Good morning, do you know what is happening?”, you ask him, and Bob shakes his head.

“No idea just came back from breakfast.”, before any of you can say anything you see Admiral Cain walking towards you.

“Lieutenants, briefing in five minutes.”, the three of you stay in place until he leaves before releasing a breath.

“God, he scares me.”, Bob whispers under his breath and you can’t help but nod in answer.

“Welcome to the club.”

The room is packed with pilots and as you look around you find a place in the middle, the three of you looking around anxiously. 

“There seems to be two enemy aircrafts from the Russian aviation close to our carrier. We need two pilots to go out there and check out what is happening and if needed terminate them.”, the words are said like he is just reciting a grocery list and not telling us that we could be going out there risking our lives and killing someone. A couple of pilots look at each other with cocky grins, chest puffed out like chickens as if to try and make themselves look more attractive, but you just look at them unimpressed. However, you haven’t always been able to hide your emotions well, this was probably from your dad, Maverick.

“I have chosen two pilots myself, one that I know will do the job and another one that needs to prove herself.”, everyone turns to look at you, as the only female pilot on the carrier there was only one possibility, plus you were the youngest, so you needed to prove yourself.

“Joining Lieutenant Fire will be-”, the rest of the words are completely lost on you as you try to think of what is going to happen next. Most of the pilots are looking at you like you are some pieces of dirt that just took their moment of glory, but you ignore them.

“Good luck!”, Bob whispers, a reassuring smile and you nod in response, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

“See you after!”, Sunny and you get suited up and after controlling everything on the F-18 you turn around just to be face to face with a chest. 

“So, this is how it’s going to happen sweetheart. I’ll take the lead, while you stay back and after that we come back here, and you go back to being nonexistent. Is that clear?”, his sickly-sweet voice makes you want to throw up and the ‘sweetheart’ makes you want to throw a punch in his face, but you hold yourself back.

“Completely, sweet cheeks.”, he seems surprised by your answer before huffing and leaving, Sunny is looking at him with disgust in her eyes.

“You better let him get thrown out of his plane by the Russians.”, this makes you laugh as you enter the plane and get ready for take-off. 

The sky is by some luck clear and as you advance in formation you hear the control station talking.

“The enemy aircraft should be close by, stand by.”

“No worries I’ve got it handled.”, he smirks through his masks, and you can’t help but want to seriously punch him in the face.

There is a moment of silence where the two of you stand by before an F-18 flashes by making the two of you turn around.

“Holy shit!”, you hear him yell and you can’t help but agree before taking control of your F-18 and getting back into formation just in time to see another F-18 appearing.

“Well, this is a dog fight.”, he says, and you snort.

“No shit sherlock.”, Sunny laughs in answer and before he can say anything the two enemy aircrafts start coming back.

It takes a few long minutes and being unable to shake the two of them off of you and at some point, you start to fear that it isn’t going to end well.

“Alright I’m done playing nice.”, you suddenly see him leave and you feel all the air leaving your lungs.

“What are you doing?!”, you tell him, before flipping your plane as the other enemy aircraft comes towards you, that bastard had just left you hanging.

“He left us hanging, I repeat he left us hanging.”, Sunny says back to the control before telling you how far away the other aircraft was from you.

“Alright I know something, it’s risky but if it gets him off our back that’s good enough.”, you take some more speed before tilting your plane up and doing a flip above him to end up behind him. 

Just a few seconds and you have a lock on him, you don’t even think it through and just drop the bomb. It explodes in front of you, the plane with it, and you feel breathless. 

“Holy shit that was incredible! One enemy aircraft down!”, Sunny yells and you feel your hand trembling before taking back control.

“Fire I need help! Where are you?”, the voice of your wingman comes through, and you can’t help but snort.

“What do you mean? I thought you were taking the lead sweetheart. Can’t back it up?”, you ask him, and you hear him grumble before moving your plane in the directions Sunny gives you.

“We are there in 10 seconds.”, you tell him, and he urges you to come faster, and as you arrive you see the enemy aircraft closing on him. By some miracle it doesn’t see you and you manage to have a lock on him and drop the second missile. 

“Second aircraft down! Fire 2, Russia zero!”, Sunny yells happily through the comm and you can’t help but laugh.

“Good job Lieutenants, come back to the carrier.”, as you arrive you see the whole group of pilots waiting there, Sunny gets out first and the only thing you can hear is applause. 

“I do have to say, I live for the applause.”, she whispers to you, and you snort in response before putting your arm around her shoulders.

“Thank you for being the best WSO.”, she smiles and puts an arm around your shoulders.

“We make a good team.”, she tells you before joining the rest who congratulate you, looking at you like you were some aliens.

“I knew you could do this but I’m still impressed.”, Bob says, and you smile widely in response.

“Thank you verry much, I was scared for a moment but here we are.”, he laughs in answer and the three of you talk for a moment before seeing your wingman arriving on deck looking pale. Admiral Cain arrives and tells the three of you to come with him. You try to hide the shaking of your hand, the realization of having shot two people dead was slowly coming to reality but you told yourself to push it back.

The atmosphere in the office is tense as Cain walks around in front of the three of you before stopping in front of the man next to you.

“Lieutenant, you are a good pilot, one of the best under my command.”, he tells him, and the man seems to get some color back.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You were my first choice for Top Gun when they asked me if I had any recruits in mind.”, there is a forming smirk on the man’s lips but Cain glares at him.

“Congratulation, you just lost your place to the two of them.”, this makes you look at Sunny in shock, and she looks at you with equally wide eyes.

The other Lieutenant is a blubbering mess as he tries to say something, but Cain stops him.

“You abandoned your wingman in a dogfight and tried to act like you were so much better. But in the end, she is the one walking away with two kills on active duty as the youngest Lieutenant in the history of the Navy. And now she is going to Top Gun as the youngest recruit in the history of the Navy.”, he tells him, and you can’t help but feel like Cain is practically stabbing the man in the heart with every word. But with every word he says you can’t help but feel more pride. 

“You can leave now.”, the man leaves, tears in his eyes and you would feel bad, but he shouldn’t have left you.

“Lieutenant Kazansky. You did good, definitely proved yourself, you have my respect for the way you handled the situation. That maneuver was quite impressive.”, he tells you and you nod.

“Thank you, sir.”, he looks at you with a smirk and looks back at Sunny.

“Pack your things you are both going to Top Gun.”, this time you can’t help but show your smile.

“It’s an honor sir.”, he nods, and you turn to leave but stop at the doorway and turn towards him.

“Respectfully sir, it’s Kazansky-Mitchell.”, he looks surprised for a moment before a smirk appears.

“Good luck out there, you’ll need it Lieutenant Kazansky-Mitchell.” 

Hopefully you liked this! Next up is Top Gun! If you want to join the taglist it's open!

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[flowersforchoso]

Intro dialogues w/ mk1 male characters

background: fei is an oc and a chloromancer which means, she's a practitioner of plant magic. these are intro dialogues with the men of mortal kombat 1. ranging from friendly, flirty, subtextual romance to animosity.

sub-zero: you're as delicate as a rose

fei: wait till you see my deadly thorns

sub-zero: i do not wish to fight you

fei: are you conceding defeat already?

fei: i have immense respect for you but i wont stand down

sub-zero: a fatal mistake

fei: you have something against me. what is it?

smoke: i- well...

fei: you find me alluring?

smoke: your powers are

smoke: you'd fit right in with the shirai-ryu

fei: a compliment, but i doubt it

fei: for the last time johnny, its a no.

johnny cage: wait. i just wanna ask for gardening tips

johnny cage: you could be the leading lady in a movie. just let me contact my agent

fei: i'm not interested in your proclivities

johnny cage: i've been thinking about going vegetarian

fei: this concerns me how?

havik: you're pathetic and weak

fei: a baseless assumption you'd soon come to regret

havik: chaos is order, beauty is oppression

fei: you gain converts by spouting such nonsense?

havik: when order has been replaced by chaos, you'll be by my side

fei: keep your delusions to yourself, havik

shang tsung: your powers would be beneficial

fei: i won't be subject to your sick experiments, sorcerer

shang tsung: when i say join me, i'm being diplomatic

fei: never! not even in my death

fei: how do you live with yourself?

shang tsung: *laughs* its all too easy

reptile: i've- i've never met someone like you

fei: is that a good thing or a bad thing?

fei: you bleed green?

reptile: does that terrify you?

reptile: have you ever heard of the kytinn?

fei: yes. they're truly... bizarre

fei: you're so different from your brother

kuai liang: sharing blood is where our similarities begin and end

fei: how is young hanzo doing?

kuai liang: very well.

kuai liang: you still trust bi-han? after everything he's done?

fei: not trust. more so, understand his perspective.

general shao: i'll trample upon your vines and thorns so scamper.

fei: if raiden can take you down, then i can

general shao: your kind should not be in battle

fei: care to explain further, general?

fei: i must admit, you're terrifying

general shao: *laughs* and you still choose to proceed, woman?

fei: crafting a world and maintaining it must be tedious

liu kang: a price for the greater good

liu kang: don't overwork yourself

fei: thanks. i'll try not to

liu kang: its regrettable. what we've become

fei: i'd rather not dwell on it

kung lao: you and lord liu kang were a thing?

fei: how- how did you know of this?

fei: your ego will soon be your demise

kung lao: doubt it. its one of my greatest assets

kung lao: i'm single y'know

fei: tell that to someone who cares

reiko: liu kang is not gonna save ya

fei: i'm more than capable of holding my own

fei: basking in the glory of war makes one inhuman

reiko: keep your sanctimonious drivel where the sun doesn't shine

fei: you're no soldier, you're a criminal

reiko: and what does that make you? a sheltered brat

fei: the way tarkat holds you hostage worries me

baraka: i do not need your pity

baraka: i'm sure my mere presence sickens you

fei: don't assume such baraka.

baraka: my ilk are treated worse than dogs

fei: its terrible. they deserve better

fei: you have alot of luck on your side with that amulet

raiden: *laughs* even without it, i'm formidable

fei: confidence is not pride. gladly wear it

raiden: i suppose. old habits do die hard

raiden: you're like mother nature herself

fei: *laughs* i'm nothing but a custodian

fei: how are you so bereft of principles despite being a high mage?

rain: don't speak on things you do not know of

fei: its comical that you run with a tail between your legs afterwards

rain: i'm not above seeking repentance

rain: my storm will wash away your plants

fei: water only fosters nature.

fei: i've never faced a blind swordsman

kenshi: it'll be your first and last encounter

fei: is it possible for others to control sento?

kenshi: try it. the anticipation is killing me

kenshi: i was in the yakuza once.

fei: so you admit to having blood on your hands

fei: what does the future hold for me?

geras: that, i cannot say

fei: being only a construct must be a terrible fate

geras: why do you presume so?

geras: just as the stars are infinite, so are the grains of sand

fei: proverbial. but where are you going with this?

#mortal kombat 1 #sub-zero #scorpion #smoke #kenshi takahashi #reiko #johnny cage #geras #rain #raiden #liu kang #kung lao #baraka #general shao #havik #reptile #bi han #kuai liang #tomas vrbada

[tourneys-by-me]

Who is in

Here are the characters with the most votes who are in the tournament:

Pyromancy: (this bracket is now full)

Portgas D. Ace (13)

Roy Mustang (9)

Kai (ninjago) (8)

Bloom (winx) (5)

Caleb Widogast (5)

Taranee Cook (4)

Sailor Mars (4)

Leo Valdez (4)

Muhammad Avdol (4)

Agnes Montague (4)

Lup (4)

Axel (kingdom hearts) (4)

Lavagirl (4)

Blaze the Cat (4)

Fintan Pyren (3)

Natsu Dragneel (3)

Red Son (3)

The Pyro (tf2) (3)

Zuko (3)

Fireboy (fireboy and watergirl) (3)

Electromancy: (this bracket is now full)

Enel (one piece) (6)

Killua Zoldyck (6)

Denki Kaminari (5)

Misaka Mikoto (4)

Sailor Jupiter (3)

Cure Milky (3)

Larxene (3)

Tess Ruunaser (3)

Storm (marvel) (2)

Jiang Cheng (2)

Urbosa (2)

Raiden Ei (2)

Pikachu (2)

Cole McGrath (2)

Audrey Redheart (2)

Static (dc) (2)

Raiden (mortal kombat) (2)

Garnet (su) (1)

Yoomtah Zing (1)

Frankie Stein (1)

Luxomancy: (this bracket is now full)

Alina Starkov (7)

Zelda (7)

Stella (winx) (6)

Merle Highchurch (5)

The Radiance (hollow knight) (5)

Borsalino (one piece) (5)

The Signal (5)

Iridessa (disney faries) (4)

Luz Noceda (4)

Rose Lalonde (3)

Glimmer (she ra) (3)

Rapunzel (2)

Shallan Davar (2)

Apollo (mythology) (2)

Gabriel (ultrakill) (2)

Yuri (kamen rider saber) (2)

Stella (spiritfarer) (2)

Amaterasu (okami) (1)

Sailor Moon (1)

Ori (1)

Aquamancy: (this bracket is now full)

Percy Jackson (9)

Nya (ninjago) (7)

Lapis Lazuli (6)

Undine Wells (6)

Linh Song (5)

Mermista (4)

Demyx (4)

Irma Lair (3)

Silvermist (disney faries) (3)

Sailor Nepture (3)

Giovanni Potage (3)

Katara (3)

Qifrey (3)

Watergirl (fireboy and water girl) (3)

Sea Fairy Cookie (2)

Shin Mouri (2)

Cure Mermaid (2)

Aquaman (dc) (2)

Chaos (sonic) (1)

Hahli (1)

Cryomancy: (this bracket is now full)

Elsa (11)

Aokiji (one piece) (8)

Zane (ninjago) (7)

Jack Frost (rotg) (5)

Leif (bug fables) (5)

Frosta (4)

Noelle Holiday (4)

Periwinkle (disney faries) (3)

Iceman (marvel) (3)

Sub-Zero (3)

Rukia Kuchiki (3)

Gray Fullbuster (3)

Shiva (final fantasy) (2)

Sapphire (steven universe) (2)

Juline Dizznee (2)

Abbey Bominable (2)

Cirno (2)

Frozone (2)

Mei (overwatch) (2)

Ice King (at) (1)

Umbramancy: (this bracket is now full)

Nico di Angelo (14)

The Knight (hollow knight) (8)

Macaque (monkie kid) (4)

Tam Song (4)

Shikamaru Nara (3)

Noob Saibot (3)

Brian Laborn (3)

Rhysand (3)

Pride (fma) (3)

Darcy (winx) (3)

Rogue Cheney (3)

Megumi Fushiguro (2)

Manuela Dominguez (2)

The Darkling (grishaverse) (2)

Dark Matter (kirby) (2)

Midna (2)

Goro Akechi (2)

Dr Facilier (1)

Roxy Lalonde (1)

Princess Luna (1)

Phytomancy: (this bracket is now full)

Willow Park (9)

Poison Ivy (8)

Flora (winx) (6)

Cornelia Hale (5)

Perfuma (4)

Layla Williams (4)

Alinua (aurora) (4)

Marluxia (3)

Shiozaki Ibara (3)

Meg McCaffrey (3)

Rosetta (disney faries) (3)

Venus McFlytrap (2)

Fern the Human (2)

Briar Moss (2)

Keyleth (critical roll) (2)

Kurama (yuyu) (2)

Isabela Madrigal (2)

Cure Flora (2)

En (dorohedoro) (1)

Bulbasaur (1)

Aeromancy: (this bracket is now full)

Callum (the dragon prince) (8)

Tulin (4)

Aang (4)

Fujin (mortal kombat) (4)

Hay Lin (3)

Wanderer (genshin) (3)

Zoya Nazyalensky (3)

Rashid (street fighter) (2)

Berdly (2)

Michael Crew (2)

Naruto Uzumaki (2)

Yosuke Hanamura (2)

Cure Earth (2)

The Big Bad Wolf (fairy tales) (1)

Sage Harpuia (1)

Smogmella (1)

Sampo Koski (1)

Windsinger (flight rising) (1)

Kushala Daora (1)

Shi Qingxuan (1)

Geomancy: (this bracket is now full)

Cole (ninjago) (8)

Zhongli (4)

Gaara (3)

Toph Beifong (3)

Earthshaker (flight rising) (2)

Rika (pokemon) (2)

Isaac (golden sun) (1)

Alhazred (w101) (1)

Pohatu (1)

Boulder (roa) (1)

Dino-Rang (1)

Evvy (emelan) (1)

Tumblemon (1)

Iggy (jjba) (1)

Rochelle Goyle (1)

Richter (lilo and stitch) (1)

Sandman (rotg) (1)

Leiur Darāhim (1)

Sander (dislyte) (1)

Leona Kingscholar (1)

Ferromancy: (this bracket is now full)

Magneto (12)

Vin (mistborn) (7)

Edward Elric (4)

Gajeel Redfox (4)

Jesper Fahey (4)

Peridot (steven universe) (3)

Ramsey Murdoch (3)

Tachihara Michizou (2)

Pyrrha Nikos (2)

Kurapika Kurta (2)

Risotto Nero (2)

Tinkaton (1)

Rex Salazar (1)

Zoe Blecher (1)

Golden Queen (skylanders) (1)

Karl Heisenberg (1)

Daja Kisubo (1)

Scrapdragon (paranatural) (1)

Millions Knives (1)

Metal Shark Player (1)

#submissions #element specific character tournament #character tournament #pyromancy #electromancy #luxomancy #aquamancy #cryomancy #umbramancy #phytomancy #aeromancy #geomancy #ferromancy

[takemichiwhore]

Recipe for chaos.

In the early morning on the Going Merry, tensions were brewing between Sanji and Zoro. The argument had started innocently enough, a dispute over who Luffy needed more – the cook who provided him with delicious meals or the swordsman who protected him. But as their stubbornness and pride got the better of them, their heated words filled the galley.

"You're nothing without me, Marimo! Luffy needs my cooking more than your swords!" Sanji declared, his foot slamming down on the table to emphasize his point.

Zoro shot back, "Hah, as if! Luffy needs my strength to keep him safe. He doesn't care about your fancy dishes!"

Their voices rose, echoing through the ship, and their argument grew louder and more intense. Unfortunately, their quarrel reached its peak during breakfast preparation. They knocked over pots, spilled ingredients, and ruined the meal they were trying to prepare for their beloved captain.

As Luffy wandered into the galley, his eyes widened at the chaos before him. His once-hungry stomach growled with disappointment, and his usually cheerful face turned stormy. "You guys... you ruined breakfast?"

Sanji and Zoro's argument ceased instantly as they realized the gravity of their mistake. Luffy's angry expression sent shivers down their spines, and they watched helplessly as he grabbed a nearby frying pan.

With incredible speed, Luffy knocked their heads together with a loud clang. "You idiots! I can't eat this!" he shouted, pointing at the charred and inedible mess they had created.

Their heads throbbing from the impact, Sanji and Zoro exchanged glances and then looked down at the ruined breakfast, thoroughly chastised.

For the first time in their pirate lives, they had managed to anger their captain to the point where he wasn't speaking to them. The silence was deafening, and their hearts ached with regret.

Determined to make amends, Sanji and Zoro decided to put their differences aside. Sanji took charge of the kitchen, whipping up Luffy's favorite dishes, while Zoro set up a small dining area on the deck, overlooking the open sea.

As the sun began to set, they surprised Luffy with a spread of delicious food. His eyes widened in surprise, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he saw the effort they had put in for him.

Sanji and Zoro exchanged nervous glances as Luffy approached, unsure of his reaction. But without a word, Luffy leaned in and planted a quick kiss on each of their cheeks, his forgiveness and gratitude evident in that simple gesture.

#zolu #sanlu #zosanlu #fluff #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #opla #one piece zolu #one piece sanlu

[twiixr4kidz]

NAMELESS GHOUL HEADCANONS

i cannot get them out of my brain.

dew's hair is like super long and it's his pride and joy

since his element is fire, he's almost always like piping hot so whenever it's cold out, the ghouls huddle around him for extra warmth

cumulus makes tea bags for each of the ghouls, along with a piece of paper explaining why she added what she did

sunshine does nail art

DEW MEOWS

the ghoulettes have girl's nights every saturday where they sit in cirrus's room and do a bunch of cute little self care routines and it usually ends in the three of them passed out, surrounded by snacks with a movie in the background that none of them are watching

they also all cuddle up together, and there have been times where their tails got tied into knots and mountain had to help them

aether is the sleepiest ghoul

swiss insists on keeping the fridge stocked with dr pepper

whenever rain sees a puddle, he literally needs to jump in it

cirrus and mountain teach each other how to play their corresponding instruments, and sometimes they switch during practice

whenever he's sleepy, dew curls up on aether or rain's laps. and forces asks them politely to play with his hair

mountain kicks ass at google snake

swiss likes to stand behind doors waiting for the other ghouls, and then he pops out and scares the shit out of them with that goofy smile on his face

cumulus sleeps WEIRDLY

she'll go to bed laying on her back like a stick and when she wakes up, she's folded in half in the middle of the bed with the corner of a blanket in her mouth

mountain loves the snow, and him and rain have snowball fights during the winter

there was this one time swiss bought weed brownies and he forgot to tell aether, who ate the entire container and ended up high off his ass

sunshine smells like blood and fresh roses and she's really really soft

cirrus is the only ghoul who can juggle with her tail; it's like her party trick

papa once brought the ghouls to a trampoline park and you can only imagine the chaos that unfolded

in short, dew got stuck IN THE CEILING, aether and mountain went to play games at the arcade and won like 12 giant plushies just by playing skee ball, cumulus and swiss started throwing the ball pit balls at each other and they got rain to supply them with more balls whenever they got lost, and cirrus and sunshine were launching themselves at the trampolines on the walls trying to see how far they could throw themselves

the ghouls in public is literally the funniest thing ever

#ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #multi ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #papa iv #papa emeritus iv #nameless ghoul headcanons

[venusrising91]

Prince of Hearts

Pairing: Wonho x Male reader

Genre: Fantasy/Royal bodyguard (light smut & a small bit of yearning+a smidge of thin plot lol)

Summary: The head of your royal garrison works to uncover crimes against the crown. You fall for him in the process. But will he succumb to your advances?

Word count: 3,057 (about 4.5 pgs)

An attempt had been made on your life but you were only vaguely aware of this as the haziness in your head cleared. The aftertaste of the poisoned wine overpowered rational thought. But you didn’t need to use your mind, not with Lieutenant Lee standing watch. He was somewhere near, hovering in the margins of your vision. You couldn’t yet see him but you’d recognize his scent under any circumstance, even semi-conscious you could make out the soft notes of jasmine and hyacinth. 

Among all your royal guards, he prided himself on hygiene and appearance the most. While others of your high garrison wasted their coin on gambling and drink, Lieutenant Lee preferred spending his stipend on finer things: the most luxurious imported silks, perfumed oils, cultural enrichment lessons.

    “My lord, you must take water, and quickly. These foreign poisons are known to cripple if not properly flushed out of one’s system.” Lee had whispered these words to you in hushed tones, spoken in the Knight's Tongue—the formal language of those devoted in service to you. It was wise of him to speak it in the presence of so many foreigners, all of them now potential enemies, assailants. It was wiser still of Lieutenant Lee to have been so wary of this gala. Wary enough to have insisted you take an Immunity Tonic before leaving the palace. He had slipped it into your hands whilst dressing you, despite your protests. You had fussed and whined for you knew it to be bitter and unnecessary but he said nothing, merely stood resolute, brow quirked in that stoic, insufferable way of his. He’d aimed one of his cold glares at you until you’d forced it all down, wincing at the strong medicinal taste. You had cursed him then but gods you were grateful for it now. His paranoia had saved your life. 

He stared down at you, cool and collected despite the chaos in the dining hall. Wide-eyed dignitaries and princes were scrambling in panic but Lieutenant Lee was unfazed as he tended to you, gently pressing the rim of a chalice to your lips, urging you to sip. You drank, and the water went to work at once, clearing your head, bringing you back to yourself. When the cup had been drained, you rose to your feet, somewhat unsteady as you gazed upon the sea of stunned faces.

“The prince is alive! Oh thank the—” you put your hand up to silence the baron, the sound of his voice was high and grating. Your ears couldn’t handle it. Nor could your eyes endure the pompous sight of him—dressed in loud, clashing colors of every print imaginable.You shut them, pinching the bridge of your nose as you leaned against Lieutenant Lee for support.

“Ready the horses,” commanded Lieutenant Lee, taking you by the arm and leading you away from the loud baron, who insisted upon shouting apologies at your back. It had been his gala, and you’d attended only at the bequest of your title. As crown prince and next in line for the throne, you could not dismiss the invitation of courtiers, no matter how lowly you deemed them.

Back at the palace, in your quarters, Lieutenant Lee tended to you, drawing your bath and laying out your night clothes. You had servants for this but he had not trusted you to be alone with anyone but him given your state, and had sent them away. A show of his fealty. 

He peeled off your clothing with gentle hands. You stood naked and trembling before him. Shy, for he was fully dressed and resplendent in the gold and crimson uniform of a high ranking vassal. But he kept his eyes on yours, they did not dip any lower as he led you to the bath.

“I have compiled a list of possible assailants,” he said as he smoothed cleansing oils across your chest.

“Oh? Already?”

“Mmm.” You fought to keep from shuddering at this reply, it was a low rumble in his throat. A grunt really. There was something sinful about it and you felt a searing heat rush to your lower extremities. The water was opaque with suds from the cleansing oils, bless the gods. What rose underneath it could be seen by none, and felt only by you.

    “Is the baron among your suspects?” you asked, shrinking from his soft touches, they were beginning to drive you mad.

    “Of course. I’m calling a formal inquisition at first light. Your royal guard will be battle ready from here until the end of it—until whoever is responsible for this is caught.”

    “Full armor? Really Lieutenant, is that necessary? I’m fine, I’m alright, not even a scratch on me.” You meant this as a joke but he merely glared at you as he lifted your arm, rubbing circles under it—you felt the heat of him even through the washcloth.

    “I am the head of your garrison. I do not take assassination attempts lightly.”

    “What of jokes? Can you take them lightly, or at all?”

    He responded with another of his lewd grunts, licking his lips this time, dark eyes fixed on his task. Gods you were going to lose a load and soil the water. It was a small mercy that he was fully clothed, that you could not see his bare and chiseled form as he saw yours, here and now. Why did he have to be this way? So gods damned alluring and unattainable and—

    No. No, no, no, no,no. You mustn't do this.

    “Are you alright my lord?”

    “What?”

    “You look like you’re in pain.” 

    “Oh, I’m—fine, I’m—”

    “Come, you must rest now. The night has worn on you.”

    You did not protest, and were in fact grateful to have been given an out.

****

The following morning you rose early, before the servants even. You had not slept well and headed for the temple to pray to the goddess for strength. You made a modest offering at her alter and left, nearly colliding with Lieutenant Lee as you stepped over the threshold. Of course he had followed you, why in heavens did you think you could escape his notice? He was something to behold in his armor. All of the skin and carved muscle you couldn’t see the night before was now on full display. Silver plates adorned his ivory skin and his dark hair gleamed like a lake at midnight reflecting the moon. He bowed, sword dangling from his hip—a warrior.

    At the morning meal he had tasters sample your food for poisons before allowing you to eat. The baron’s son had journeyed overnight and joined you for the meal, bearing gifts of honeyed wine and laurels in apology. He was called Evander and had at one time, wanted your hand in marriage. But you had little in common and the union would have benefited him more than you. There was also the case of his dull personality and appearance—he wasn’t at all your type. Despite this, you still gave him your audience. After having eaten, the two of you strolled through the court gardens, the afternoon sun lending its summer warmth.

    “I must once more apologize for what transpired at Father’s gala,” said Evander as the pair of you waded through a winding path of lilies.

    “You needn’t. I’m alright.”

    “That lieutenant of yours,” Evander paused and threw a sidelong glance over his shoulder at Lee as he trailed behind you, “such quick thinking to have saved you like that.”

    “Mm, I’m lucky to have him.”

    “Indeed,” muttered Evander.

    “Luckier still that of all the nobility present that night, mine was the only meal to have been tampered with.” You regretted saying this, but much as you'd tried, you couldn’t help feeling jaded and indignant. Evander stiffened at this speculative slight.

    “You’re angry. And rightfully so. But you don’t know how embarrassing this is for us, our family. Falling out of favor like this, it’s worse honestly than swallowing poison.”

    “Is that so?” you quipped, barely suppressing a scoff.

    “We’ve lost the trust of every nobility in the province.”

    You rolled your eyes. “Some might say that is what you deserve.” Evander made a choked sound and stopped walking. More regret—it seemed a dearest companion of yours this day. “Listen,” you continued, “I’ve no ill will towards you. You’ve requested an audience and I’ve obliged. Surely this will be enough to lend back some of your credibility once word spreads of your being here.”

    “I—I suppose but—”

    “My lord, you are expected in the drawing room for the oversight and signature of imported goods.” This was Lieutenant Lee. He stood beckoning you with that quirked brow of his—an expression he put on when trying to be authoritative. It worked and you went to him at once, offering a half-hearted farewell to Evander.

    “You’re welcome to the east wing, stay as long as you need,” you called to him over your shoulder as you walked off.

    The remainder of the day was filled with the usual tedium of princely duties. You performed dull tasks, one after another until night crept upon you. After a supper surrounded by Evander and his consorts in waiting, you found yourself alone again, undressing before Lieutenant Lee.

“Why do you insist on this? My servants will start a riot. They will think they are being displaced of their duties, turned out of the palace,” you huffed. Lieutenant Lee ignored you, stripping off your undergarment with the indifference of one changing a bedsheet. You wished you could do the same thing to him, and stood imagining yourself freeing him of his armor, running your hands along his stiff and bulging...

    “In nudity you are most vulnerable. I don’t trust you under the watch of anyone but me. They are not as thorough as I am. They cannot protect you in an ambush.”

    “Gods you’re overestimating my enemies. Whoever they may be, they’re cowards. They had to employ wines and posions to do the work of ending me. Couldn't even put steel to flesh like real men.” Lieutenant Lee chuckled at this and your heart quickened. That sound. Fuck, that beautiful sound. It did things to you, and when you were out of your clothes, you rushed to the bath, concealing yourself in the water. 

He cleaned you with the same tenderness he had the night prior, sliding his large hands up and down the length of your torso, across the span of your chest. He did you the courtesy of letting you cleanse your privates on your own, but this did little to ease you—his presence alone was enough to send the blood pumping to your head—the one that didn’t do your thinking.

    When you were clean, he fetched a cloth. You rose, shielding your steadily growing length from him. If he had noticed a change in you, he said nothing, merely covered you and led you back to your quarters. Then left you to stand guard outside your door.

    There was a vial of oil stowed in your bedside table. You seized it and lay on your back. He was all you could think of as you worked to quell the aching throb between your legs.

The following day went much the same as the previous, and the next, and the next, and the one after. As did the nights. Each bath with him drove you a touch madder than the last. Not only for being so near to him, for breathing in the sultry scent of his perfumed sweat, but for the way he was so utterly unmoved by you, as if you were but a fixture on the wall, or a piece of furniture strewn about the palace. Something there and nothing more. You were certain he felt no throbbing, no ache or raging want to press his skin against yours. 

Every one of your guards had a rumor or more about their escapades. They were all of them highly desirable men and women, selected for their skill, their charm, their devotion. Sarafine had seduced every maiden in the court with her sweet tongue and flowing braids. She had even tempted you. Maxim had wooed both men and women, sometimes even stealing away married nobles from their wives or husbands. There was sordid talk of almost all your garrison, save for Lieutenant Lee. It was as if he was made of stone.

****

Nearly a fortnight had passed and Evander had still not left the palace. Lieutenant Lee was deep in the inquisition all the while. He had ruled out many of his suspects and you were growing weary of seeing Evander sulk about the courtyards. You had resolved to confront him in private, and managed to sneak away from Lieutenant Lee’s prying eyes long enough to practice what you’d say to Evander aloud. You sequestered yourself in the great palace library, where no ears could overhear you. It was quiet, and carried the soothing smell of old pages. It was everything you needed. So silent and familiar it was, that you did not even notice the figure that crept behind you until their hands were wrapped around your throat. You felt the blade against your neck and panic overcame you.

    “The baron sends his regards, and his sympathy for not ensuring your demise at the gala, it would have been a cleaner death than this.”

    There was nothing you could do but pray to the goddess for a swift end. Whoever this was, had caught you completely off guard. You clamped your eyes shut, and braced for the pain. 

But it did not come. 

There was a loud shriek and the harsh sounds of fists against flesh, against jaws. You turned and saw Lieutenant Lee, panting over your attacker, sword drawn and already at his neck. You recognized the man as one of Evander’s consorts—a lord in waiting. 

Lieutenant Lee did not relent his assault, even when the man was bloodied and beaten delirious. The rest of your royal garrison came in and carried him off so that you did not have to look upon him. 

A short while later, Evander was jailed and a warrant of arrest was dispatched for his father, the baron. If you had been killed, your sister would be next in line for the throne—next in line to be courted by another of the baron's power hungry sons. The nerve of them, of Evander, after all the courtesy you had shown.

    You could think of nothing but the injustice, and the fact that Lieutenant Lee had not said a word to you for the remainder of the day. He must have been angry with you for trying to shirk him. Even so, he had still sent the servants away, despite the fact that he had vanquished the threat upon your life. He bathed you in his normal, stoic fashion, but you flinched from him as he brought the cloth to your neck. A flashback of the attack had taken over you.

    “You are still shaken,” he said, lowering the cloth.

    “I’m alright. Or I will be, in time.”

    He said nothing more and carried on in his usual way. 

In your chamber he lingered, drying your hair with a cloth and checking the small cut on your neck where the blade had dug in. He spread a healing, herbal balm on it. Your eyes met, and held as the pad of his finger worked it in. 

    “Th-thank you, for saving my—my—”

    “You are my prince. It is my duty, my honor. I need no thanks.”

    Something possessed you in that moment—perhaps it was the memory of him fighting so valiantly to save your life. Or the conviction in his declaration. Whatever it was stirred you to action and you did not think, you did not hesitate. Your lips were on his in an instant, eager hands slipping under the armor that kept him from you. 

He did not stop you from this, he simply stood still, and let you do as you wanted. You took liberty with this allowance, and a grunt escaped him as you palmed his length. It doubled in size with a few hard circles rubbed against it and this is when he stopped you. Swatting your hand away and lifting you—lifting you! 

You nearly gasped as he carried you to the bed, as his hands worked to shed you of your robes. Those hands which had grazed you so many times. Touching you without feeling you. Now they aimed to please you. He reached, and took you in his large palm, stroking until you were hard as stone in his grasp—it took mere seconds.

    “Oil, is there any here?” he whispered, breathing the words into your mouth between kisses. You snatched it from your bedside table and pressed it into his palm. He took his time sliding into your entrance with his rigid length. There was so much of him to take. 

You had never imagined he would be such a gentle lover.

    “You will tell me if it hurts my lord?” he cooed as he eased himself inside you. You nodded, already lying to him. It hurt but you wanted the pain, you wanted it because he was giving it to you.

    “Don’t stop,” you said, breathless. He did not stop. Pleasure danced across his features as he buried himself inside you. He was so handsome under its influence. His strokes were long, deep. He told you of your beauty with each one, of your tightness, of the way you clenched around him, of how he longed to be the only one to feel the depths of you each night. Was this the same man who had guarded you day after day? Cold and unyielding as a marble sculpture. He was nothing like that now, as the heat of him filled you, as he pumped your stiff cock and fed you his length until you met your release. Warm ropes painted your abdomen. More painted your stretched and pulsing entrance as he spilled his warmth inside you. You went on this way for hours, and lost count of how many loads you lost to his oil-slick pulls, his ardent pumps. Until finally he collapsed on top of you, grunting with the vestiges of his high. You kissed him, holding his face with both hands.

    “I did not think you desired me,” you said.

    A chuckle, breathy and spent.

    “Of course I do. I am sworn to you. You are my prince—my heart.”

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