#so slay of him to appear twice

[ilikerosesalot]

Every instance of prsk characters wearing glasses (so far!!)

#collecting them all as if theyre a shiny pokemon <3 #prsk #prsk glasses #project sekai #saki tenma #tsukasa tenma #so slay of him to appear twice #rui kamishiro #kaito #l/n kaito #mafuyu asahina #kohane asuzawa #so slay of her to appear twice #akito shinonome #haruka kiritani #airi momoi #shizuku hinomori #if i missed any pls let me know! #or reblog them any is fine~ #rosierambles

[milkteabinniechan]

bath water | hwang hyunjin

part two

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY ☕| m.list

pairing: virgin! hyunjin x afab reader

warnings: oral (f. receiving), some angst, lots of smut, hyunjin is just learning hehe

a/n: this is a continuation of this story. This was a labor of love and I feel personally connected to this so please go easy on me, thank you for reading!

Your phone hadn't buzzed yet. Hadn't rung once. You cleaned your apartment. Twice. You reorganized your closet. You washed your hair. You played loud music. He still hadn't called.

Brrt Brrrrt. Your phone jumped on your desk. Not so gracefully, you leaped to grab it. "Buy one, get one on all hand soap! Now through Sunday." You squeezed your phone in your hand. A goddamn promotion. How evil.

You lay your head on your pillow, slaying arms out wide. Your eyes blur and unfocused, making shapes in the ceiling. You let your eyelids close. Suddenly you were back in that bathtub. Hyunjin's fingers appearing in and out of focus. You could hear the water, you could smell his cologne.

Brrt. Brrrrt. Now you were imagining things. Pretending your phone was ringing. You really were losing it. You glance down at your closed fist, phone inside. The light shone through your fingers. A cute picture of a ferret peeking through, Hyunjin’s contact photo. You shot up from your bed. This was real. 

“Hey…” his voice was low.

“Hey, you…” Your voice was shaking, “what’s up?” attempting to sound casual, you hoped it was convincing enough.

“Not much, just bought some new watercolors, some brushes. They’ve got this great sale going on at…”

Hyunjin continued talking about his day. His voice was chipper, like nothing had happened. He sounded warm, so warm. You clutched your shirt. 

“...what about you?” his voice back in your head. 

“Oh! Not a lot. Just some spring cleaning, ya know.”

Hyunjin paused. “You hate cleaning.” He huffed. You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

The conversation continued like that for a while. A few pleasantries, a few inside jokes. He made you giggle, so hard you would snort, making him laugh too. After a long fit of laughing and funny voices, there was a silence between you. You both sat in it for a moment.

“So…” Hyunjin cleared his throat, “I wanted to ask you something.”

You clutched your shirt again. 

“Do you think I could… paint you again?”

Days later you found yourself at Hyunjin’s apartment again. New plastic sheets on the floor. Neither of you had discussed what happened last time. He just asked to paint. That is all he wanted. You stared down at the plastic. Then up at Hyunjin, taking a deep breath.

“Where do you want me?” you spoke in a clear, confident voice, hands on your hips. A power pose. However, you felt like feathers and cotton candy on the inside, so fragile. 

Hyunjin pulled up some photos on his phone of women with painted stomachs. Beautiful works of art sprawled across skin. Your stomach flipped. Your mouth dried up. 

“Is this okay?” Hyunjin lowered his phone and met his eyes with yours. He had an intensity that shot through you like a bullet. All your feathers and cotton candy would melt away if he stared at you like that for even one more second.

“Of course.” You clasped the hem of your shirt and began to pull up. You expected Hyunjin to turn away, like last time. But he didn’t. He stood right there in front of you and watched. He watched your shirt graze past your stomach, past your breasts, up over your head. Your eyes met his as your shirt fell to the floor. One of your bra straps slipped off your shoulder. Hyunjin reached out and grabbed it, pulling the strap back up.

“Let’s get started.” He turned toward his supplies, unwrapping fresh, unused brushes and paints. You nodded your head and lay flat on your back, plastic crinkling underneath you as you adjusted and moved.

The first brush stroke across your lower abdomen felt exactly as you remembered. The cool paint countered your hot skin. You try your best to steady your breathing, letting out small I’m sorry’s every so often. It was different then the first time, however. Now you could see his face. His eyebrows pressing together in concentration, slightly biting his bottom lip, tilting his head to get the best perspective. You felt heat building in your core as his paintbrush traced lower and lower down your stomach. Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. You willed your body to stop. To not give away the awful, dirty thoughts that were going on inside your mind. You heard Hyunjin clear his throat and set his brush down, maybe to grab a different one. You closed your eyes and tightened your mouth into a thin line. You braced yourself for the soft bristles again, only this time there were no soft bristles. There was skin, fingers dipped softly into watercolor. You would know those fingers anywhere. A thumb ran down your outer thigh, a long streak of paint followed along with it. Then an index finger drew another long, thick line down your thigh. You bit your lip hard, so hard you feared it may bleed. You squeezed your eyes together tightly.

Hold it together. He’s just using a different medium. Don’t get off to this.

Unfortunately, your body was not listening to your brain. Your body wasn’t listening to anything except the feeling of Hyunjin’s fingers against your skin. He ran another paint soaked finger from your knee up to your inner thigh, causing your legs to open in response. You bucked your hips slightly at the sensation of Hyunjin being so close to your core.

“Hyunjinnie…” you moaned softly. A wet spot already forming on your panties.

Hyunjin hooked his paint covered fingers around the hem of your panties, coloring them in purples and blues. He lowered them delicately, exposing just the top of your cunt. He lowered his head and kissed gently, but hungerly. Like that first kiss was going to save him, he bowed his head like praying for a holy light and he had finally found it. 

“I want to taste it.” He spoke deep into your clothed cunt. He wanted to enter the gates of heaven, not just paint the Sistine Chapel.

You lifted your hips and helped pull your panties down the rest of the way, the plastic sheets still crinkling beneath you. Hyunjin grabbed both of your legs simultaneously, bringing them to his chest, so your open, wet cunt was exposed and displayed for him. You watched his eyes, and there it was. That concentrated and intense look that left you vulnerable and unable to move.

He kissed your wet core like the way he used a paint brush. His tongue was innocent at first, giving small licks, waiting for you to open up for him like a flower. The muscle moving like music, so very conscious of every reaction that your body gave him. Then you bloomed for him. You pushed your hips into his face sparingly, not wanting to overwhelm him. This was so new, so fresh. The first push of your hips jarred him slightly, his eyes met yours from between your legs. You could see his smirk again from under your thighs. He drove his face further into you, making you arch your back, the plastic sheet slipping from under your elbows. 

Hyunjin let his eyes roll back as his tongue continued its holy work. Lapping and licking every inch of you. Your lips now swollen at the marvel of his mouth.Your hips were thrusting at a faster speed now, climbing toward your own release. 

“Come inside my mouth.” Hyunjin muffled from inside of you. His breath was hot with each word.

Both of your bodies wet from sweat, you carded your fingers through Hyunjin’s hair and gripped tightly, giving yourself leverage and momentum to ride his tongue harder. The paint on your stomach still wet, dripping down onto the floor. Grinding, grinding, grinding into Hyunjin’s open mouth, you could feel the tense bundle of nerves reaching their climax, you were starting to see stars, you were no longer on this earth, in this solar system, you were something entirely new. 

Your climax held there in the air for a moment. Like you were both floating, just inches off the ground. Paint had spilled everywhere. Hyunijn lifted his head back up, panting and out of breath. Saliva fell from his open mouth, dripping down his swollen lips and chin. He smiles wildly.

“So…” you huffed in between panting breaths, “anywhere else you want to paint me?”

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[knightyoomyoui]

[SMUT] TWICE Momo x Male Reader -  “A Steamy Post-Action”

Longest smut one-shot I had so far! I enjoyed writing this one a lot because I added this with a genre I’ve never wrote before, even in my non-smut one-shot book. So yeah, this one is unique and I’m delighted that I get to finally challenge myself to work on it! Enjoy everyone!

It is year 2050, where people are on a brink of extinction since monstrous creatures spawned in Earth from a fallen asteroid recorded by specialized people on the field of science. 

As they grew and developed in various speed of time, they began to attack and slay every innocent individuals around the planet; marking the beginning of their unresolvable domination that still occurs up to this day.

Fortunately, some of the people who avoided the dangers brought by these horrible nightmarish lifeforms were intelligent and applicable enough to stand as a leader and participate in other various positions as they build their own force; with the agenda solely dedicated for the destruction of their villanous monsters.

They proposed plans in preparation to strike back as a revenge for their deceased fellow humans while the researcers and scientist proceeded to search for a key that will enable them to unlock the weakness in result to take down these monsters all at once.

That is, until one day; luck came into their side when they successfully gathered a research about this particular plant that holds juices which can act as acidic liquid to evaporate and poison the disfigured bodies easily.

They scanned through every areas where this plant could appear, and they included it on their mission to assign for their outlaws in command whenever they get dispatched from outside to face these diabolical monsters roaming around.

Just like today, two of the agents from one of the headquarters in Japan named YN and his sidekick Momo were tasked to collect some herbal plant for a new experimentation to be performed.

Scanning around the surroundings of Kyoto, they managed to detect one; which leads them to an abandoned mall. They entered together with the hopes of discovering one for them to finally believe their findings.

"The dot is blinking at the center." YN who is holding the tracker in his hand while walking, said to Momo flashing a light around just like him. "If we will based it from the interior map of this mall..."

"... that means the plant we're looking for is..." Momo and YN stopped on their tracks as they reached the border of the open grounds of the mall. Lowering her head, YN looks at her while waiting for the next words for him to listen. "... down here."

"Basement. We're going to the parking lot." YN specified after getting what Momo is pertaining to. "Cmon, we gotta hurry up and look for emergency stairs that will take us there."

Momo and YN quickened the speed of their steps. "Here!" he exclaimed but not that loud, as they're still trying not to create too much noise to attract monsters that might be strolling around nearby.

They went downstairs and reached the basement. It was dark, empty and almost suffocating with the almost less than average amount of air consisting the place. "Let's stick together. Stay by my side, I don't want one of us to get lost in the dark." YN grabbed Momo's wrist and pulled it closer to him. The black curly haired Japanese woman felt slightly astounded at her partner's sudden touch.

As they continued to cautiously look around while illuminating some spots with the use of their flashlights, they finally directed theirselves into a bush filled with the special herbal plant they've been looking for.

"Gotcha." YN pulls out his scissors and plastic bag. He cuts the stem of the leaves one by one and placed it inside the container while Momo is keeping his vision clear with her light.

After they finished, they both faced each other as YN returns the things back to his backpack. "We're now done. Let's go head back to the base."

Momo nodded. As they're about to walk back to the entrance of the emergency stairs, Momo accidentally kicked a single empty can scattered in the ground; creating loud sounds of metal clanging echoed throughout the parking lot.

"Shit!" Momo cursed under her breath. She gritted her teeth and shuts her eyes in irritation at the accident she has done.

"Oh no." YN looked at her frightenedly. Creepy roars became audible to them from a distance, signalling that the sounds has indeed attracted some of the monsters at the end far away from them in the parking lot to become attracted at the noise.

Hearing some increasing sounds of footsteps, YN and Momo's instincts became aware of what's about to happen. "T-they're coming. We have to run. NOW!"

YN didn't cared anyone if he raised his voice. The monsters already knew of their presence now anyway. It was no use to play safe.

Momo and YN dashed through the steps upstairs and went back to the first floor of the mall. Screeches and intimidating growls greeted them too as it seems like they got alerted too that an invader has arrived in their territory.

Preparing theirselves for a fight to ensue with these bastards, they pull out their handy weapon; a gun out of their waist pocket. While they're on a run for survival, YN and Momo begun to encounter one tethered creature along their way. It looked at them fiercely and opened his mouth to show its hunger, with the black substance slowly coming out from it; effectively disguted the both outlaws.

Without any further ado, YN shot the monster straight to its head double times. "Go! Go! Keep moving forward! We might get trapped!" He encouraged Momo to proceed running by tapping her shoulder.

More monsters emerges from the shadows, YN and Momo back and forth fires bullets to each of them as they defend theirselves side by side. It doesn't mean an easy escape for them now as they also had to face some monsters who had a slightly tougher skin and more resistance to damage.

They why it left both YN and Momo to reveal their secondary weapon they carry with them to finish this in no matter of time. Sliding out their katanas from their backs, they start slashing and cutting all the parts of monsters; causing it to get ripped out or left open with the insides and blood to flow out.

Too occupied with their respective enemies, Momo didn't noticed that a hand from a nearly slained monster just grabbed her foot. She kicked it repeatedly to let go, only for a monster to have an opportunity to charge at her and send her to the ground, dropping her gun away from her.

The monster tried to push its face closer to Momo so that it could get an infectious bite. Momo groaned through her all strength to push the monster away until she uses a knife to aggressively stab the neck. It left her in shock when it is still moving and doing all its best to include Momo as its next victim.

Not until when she had to witness a brutal kill close to her as YN yelled at the frightening sight of Momo about to be devoured by the hideous creature. "MOMO!" He ran and swung his katana to the left, straightfully aiming it on the head and decapitating the monster as its blood splattered around his overpowered sidekick.

Momo was just laying down on the ground, still eyes wide open in shock and confusion about what just happened. The body slowly collapsed in front of her and YN's figure appeared on her vision as it kneeled down and checked on her. "A-are you okay, Momoring? Did you get bitten?"

"Y-yeah. I'm good. Not a single scratch." Momo nodded. YN thankfully didn't found any bite marks around Momo's exposed skin. Due to relief and being afraid of nearly losing Momo, he immediately pulled her closer to him; where he cuddled the stunned Momo around her arms for comfort.

"Thank God I was alarmed right on time to save you." YN muttered as he took more time to feel the still alive and well partner of his who is now blushing and fluttered much at the contact of their bodies together.

Around half an hour later, they both safely returned back to their base. Informing good news to them about successfully collecting plants for a wider research and purposive experiments, their comrades along with their very own command leader thanked and congratulated them for accomplishing their task.

Back in their own rooms, YN was placing back his belongings to his locker when a knock on the door grabbed his attention. It was Momo standing there with a white towel on her hand.

"Oh, hey. I didn't noticed you there." YN said as he closed the locker and fold a towel to his arm too. "What do you want us to talk about?"

"I just wanna say thank you for earlier." Momo smiled appreciatingly. "You saved my life out there. If it wasn't for you, I would probably be one of those infected now, insanely limping around the mall without no memories of how I lived as a human before."

"I had to it. You're my sidekick, Momo. It's my responsibility to put you in no harm. We got each other's back and I would never let you slip out of my sight unless I'm contended enough that I'm looking at you safe and alive." YN replied to her grateful message.

"Yeah I can see that. You just proved that a while ago, and I couldn't be more contented than to pour all of my trust for you to take care of me as much as I want to do the same for you." Momo giggled and tightened her hold on her towel as she shyfully swayed her body.

YN stepped closer to her and stood in front of her near the door. "But could you do the same thing for me about something that I've been hiding from you ever since I get to meet you when you were assigned to be my new partner?" He asked, looking around her features that never failed to make your butterflies in your stomach to go wild.

"Uhm... w-what is it?"

YN sighed and looked around the hallway, wanting this to become a moment only you two could understand and hear each other out. "I like you, Momo. I really do. That's what it keeps me always motivated and devoted from treating you good and keeping you safe and comfortable beside me. You know I lost a partner before, I sweared to myself that I'll never lose one again. Then you came, and you made me feel this something in my heart almost undescribable for me to begin with. Now I know to myself that if something happens to you, I never forgive myself for that... and a part of myself will never recover if you do."

Momo was just standing there in surprise as she watches her friend and mentor confessing his love courageously in front of her. Her heart blossomed, blood rushing fast in her body up towards her cheeks to form intense blushes when she finally got to know that her crush adores her back.

"I know you'll be shocked. I can see it already. You didn't expect me to be this emotional and heartfelt for you but just to let you know, I've been waiting for this moment to come. To finally tell you how much I love you." YN chuckled as he placed his hands on his back and lowered his back in embarassment. "And now, I'll only get to wish that you're fe-"

His words were cut off when YN weren't allowed to speak anymore by Momo who interrupted him by cupping her slim hands to each sides of his faces. She squeezed his cheeks and Momo enjoyed how adorable you looked when she tame you like this.

"Uhh... ehh... M-momo?" You asked confusedly with your muffled voice.

"You don't have to do that too any longer, YN. I'm here to grant it all right now, because I love you too YN."

Momo kissed YN, sending shockwaves through his body as he feel and taste the sincere love gesture across his lips. Melting at the intimacy, YN surrendered from his desires as he touched Momo back by placing his hand behind her head and pull her closer to deepen the passionate kiss.

As they released, both of them laughed sheepishly from one another before they smiled softly. It didn't last long for Momo however, when an idea popped up in her mind that led to the curve of her lips transform into a playful smirk.

"Follow me, YN." Momo holds your hand and pulls you with her.

"Uhh hey, sure but... where are we going?"

Taking a turn to the right hallway, both of you entered a room. It had to recognize immediately from the toilet and showerhead connected to the walls that Momo had just led you to the headquarters' public bathroom.

"W-wait, why did you take us here? This is for anyone?!" You hissed at Momo after you glanced at the sign on the door.

"Don't worry about it. No one will catch us if we won't get too obvious~" Momo said as she caressed your chest and looked at you with her changing aura.

"Look at me." She turned your head to face her.

"Isn't it good to save water, especially when are in a midst of an apocalyse?" Momo asked.

"Y-yeah." You nodded. "Momo, are you saying that..."

"Yeah. I just thought what if... we just clean ourselves up by showering TOGETHER?~" Momo seductively smirked as she gripped your toned arms. You gulped at her growing lost visible in her eyes. She stole your towel and joined it with hers as she hooked it on of the available cubicle doors.

"Let's get started, shall we? We still have to rest afterwards." Momo pulled you with her again, inserting yourself in a free space only occupied by you and her; where she could get to enjoy her time with you tonight for a steamy shower.

She had you in for another kiss before she stood straight in front of you. "What are you waiting for? I'm dirty, take these off from me first." Momo said as she spreaded her arms, causing to inflate her visible cleavage from the tightness of her smelly and filthy suit from the innards of those monsters both of you killed in the mission.

For the first time ever, it won't be your leader that you'll get to comply with her commands to you  You are into Momo tonight, and you're willing to serve and satisfy what she wants and needs for you to make her feel pleasured tonight.

You ran your hand behind Momo, searching for the tip of the zipper and trailing it down to her lower back. There were supporting straps included in her outfit to add stability of its grip to her body and you unbuckled those too; exposing her back to the cold air filling the entire room.

Holding the two folds of her suit, you seperated it further to allow her to slip off the straps in her shoulders. The cups of her pure black laced bra barely managed to contain her large mounds  that were irresistible for you not to salivate with.

Her well-built abs displayed on her midsection were also unveiled as you go deeper from sliding off her garment. Her top is now hanging below, noticing that it was caused by her shorts not removed yet from her waists.

You inserted your fingers inside the waistband and pulled it downwards, as she is now in her matching black panties as well.

Finally making her half naked, you hanged her dirty clothes at the door and admired the view of her incredible body for a while.

"Enjoying the view? Can you believe it that these are all... for you to use if you want to feel good?"

"Fuck, I couldn't even depict if I'm dreaming right now or not." You muttered as you shuddered at her sultry tone. "This is so unreal."

"Come and find it out then." She smickered as you stepped forward on her. Momo took the turn to strip all your clothes until you were left with nothing but your boxers outlining your fully erected cock. She couldn't help but to bit her lips at how fascinating it looks.

"You're so big. I can't wait to feel it stuffed in my mouth." Momo muttered as she lowered her sight. She looked back up to you and embraced each other up again with her pulling your face close to hers as you wrap your arms around her waist.

As both of you make out, her supple breasts were now squished to your chest as you leaned more to her. You grabbed those meaty ass of hers and slowly squeezed it as you feel her skin filling the gap of your hands.

"God, you look so freaking sexy Momo." You said as you looked at her magnificent figure in a black lingerie, effectively turning you on.

"I would really love for you to say that to me often." Momo giggled.

"Oh be assured with that."

Your hands roamed to her sides before it landed on her large boobs as you begun to massage and caressed it with your hands, feeling its softness and perfectly weight for it to bounce on your hold.

Grasping the lock between the two cups, you untangled it and opened her bra, revealing your gift as two bare delicious breasts greeted your eyes.

You licked your tongue and looked at Momo who is anticipating for you to do what's on your mind. "Go ahead, like I said. It's all yours."

Delighted at that permission, you fondled her obs before you finally get to discover its insatiable taste by suckling her hardened nipples and brown areola to her right breasts.

Not wanting to leave the other unattended, you palmed it with all gentle as you get to enjoy sucking her tits. Momo purred and ruffled your hair in a slow pace while taming you once again.

Circling and kisisng every spots of her right breast, you moved forward after to her left breast and did exactly the same; however you did something different this time as you flickered your tongue in her nipples and licked her underboob while your other hand travels down to her panties.

Momo felt your hand invading her wet cavern as you slipped in to her panties and inserted your slender fingers there. Now that you give attention to her crotch, she did the same as she holds your hardened shaft still imprisoned by the confines of your boxers.

She slowly stroked it as she moans with the movements of your fingers pumping in and out on her pussy while on the hand, you whimpered at the feeling of her strokes to your dick as your face is buried between her cleavage.

Kissing her neck and lips once more after you freed her breasts, you seperated your face away from Momo to allow her to kneel and lower down your boxers, finally revealing your huge cock that almost hit her face when it sprung.

"Mmm~ it even looks bigger at this angle." Momo said, licking her lips as she reached out and performed some strokes while your pre-cum streams down in her fingers.

You sighed and groaned as she played with your throbbing shaft more and more until she decided to have a taste of it by circling the tip and your head.

She moaned as she pumped her head more inch by inch to your length, making every skin not left stained with the mix if your pre-cum and her saliva. Licking and slurping as she traced your bulging veins of your impressive length, she curled her fists tighter to add more pressure on her strokes.

You glanced Momo doing a blowjob to you from above and moaned at the pleasure she has been giving you masterfully. Your satisfied sounds is what makes Momo to smile that she's doing the right thing.

She raised your cock and blew your testicles as she toyed it on her hands, your eyes largened at the new found refreshing feeling that Momo spotted. It wasn't a matter of time before your balls gets to join your cock on getting wet with Momo's slobbering mouth.

She sucked each of your balls while pumping your length as she stares above at you with her hungry pair of orbs before she returns to it and gave you an instant deepthroat, you grunted at the heat and the gags that envelopes and vibrated your manhood.

Lasting for almost 10 seconds later, she removed her face away from being almost buried in your shaved groin before she introduced to you next her another way of pleasuring your manhood.

Putting your shaft between her ample mounds, she used it to ejaculate you as your moaned grow louder at how the pillowy and comfortable feeling it sends to your body.

She stopped moving, silently instructing you to do it on your own this time. It motivated you to buckle your hips as you thrusted forward and out repeatedly with your cock still trapped between her jiggling breasts as she holds it steadily.

Momo felt your cock twitching and sensed it as a signal that you're now close to reach your orgasm. She joined your movements and now the both of you are cooperating to make you finally let loose until your cum has successfully spurted out to Momo's face, breasts and some in her hair.

It was too much that Momo had to scooped every stream of it and take it to her mouth to prevent it from being wasted. As she finished, Momo glanced at you and raised herself back up to equal your height.

"So delicious." She commented on the load you delivered for her. Letting you breath out to rest a bit from your orgasm, Momo decided to tell you something first to alarm you what she prefers to do next. "You get to taste me now, don't want you to be the one who gets left behind."

She sat in the toilet seat and spreaded her legs for you. You took the initiative to crouch down and plant you lips to her glistening folds as Momo whimpered at how you carefully spreaded her entrance.

Your tongue invaded her pussy and wiggled it against her insides. Momo moaned in ecstasy as she is now the one feeling how is it to be pleasured orally by her mate and lover.

Her arousal keeps on increasing as she gets to feel every bit of your lips and tongue moving in sync all around her walls while it traces the line of her slit. You even focused on her puffy clit and blew it before you kissed it repeatedly.

"O-ohhh my~ YN... Y-yes yes right there!" Momo cries out as she gripped your hair and pushed your face more to her cavern when she found out that you successfully hit her g-spot. Meanwhile, you observed that your lips and chin are getting wetter from her fluids leaking out.

Momo groped her own breasts to add the euphoria as you continued to tongue fuck her pussy and eat it in an increasing intensity. This reached the required method for her to began quivering her legs as she is now about to reach her orgasmic bliss.

Few more pumps from your fingers who just joined in a late timing while you licked her folds still, she gave her final howl as she squirted out her juices in your face while you attempted to catch some of it in your mouth for you to drink and have a taste of her too.

As she panted to rid out her newly arrived orgasm, you stood up and opened the shower head where the water is now flowing out to the floor. You lend a helpful hand to Momo and she accepted it with a smile.

Both of you shared a reassuring and caring eyes that you two always give for one another in your missions together before Momo nodded and gave you a proof that she is ready for this moment.

Knowing that she's all fine with this, you quickly went to work right away as you stood behind Momo who bended for you.

You slowly entered her body with your hardened cock and gently pumped it in to her welcoming hole before you get to hold each of her wrists and position yourselves in stand and deliver.

You groaned at the sensation as you pounded Momo from behind, her juicy ass rippling from the impact of your body bumping at her while she moans in pleasure at the feeling of your cock rubbing her insides.

She was amazed at how you immediately discovered her g-spot too early and now she has this lustful smile plastered on face as you kept on fucking her.

You amped your thrusts harder, sending Momo to purse forward. Her moans turns to screams as she truly enjoys the combined strength of your pounding and your largening cock drilling up her pussy.

"Fuck... fuck... FUCK! Oh my god you're so great in this, YN. I'm so-mhmmm-turned on right now!"

Sounds of claps from the collision of your wet bodies together goes louder, her hanging hair and breasts were both swaying and bouncing matching the pace of your cock lunging into her.

Few more rams to give into her and you shot out your second load out of her gaping hole, your cum landed all over back which didn't lasted long as it were all washed away by the water from the shower.

Momo noticed her body being carried back up with your hands grabbing underneath her shoulders as you stood her with her back facing your chest. She leaned onto it as she felt your hands knead her tits once again but with a slimy feeling as you added some liquid soap in your palm before rubbing it all over her skin.

As you covered her entire body with soap, Momo does the same for you. However, she left your lower part ignored for a while when you pulled her with you as you sat in the toilet seat and Momo understood the initiation real quick.

Your member pointed straight ahead at Momo's used pussy, assisting her to easily insert it back on her as she slowly sat in your lap with her cock filling her up again.

She rode you in a reverse sitting cowgirl, bouncing herself in a moderate pace while you returned on playing with her hypnotizing huge breast while grazing her puckered clit through your fingertips; sending her into the familiar sensation she just had earlier.

Adding it with some grinding of her hips, you moaned with her at how it feels so good having your cock going in different angles as it kept on thrusting inside her walls. Holding it as your substitute handle to maintain her balance, you nibbled around her nape as Momo whimpered at your soft lips gliding around her smooth skin as you continuously slammed her rear in your crotch.

You gripped harder into Momo, tightened fingers leaving some prints in her skin. She tilted her head and pressed her lips against yours, dueling for another sloppy kiss as she sucked and licked your teeth and sides of your tongue while you explored her mouth that will contrast to her lustful actions. You moaned with her on the kiss before you halted on fucking her moist pussy to remove her on your lap. That's for her to make her straddle your erection and face you now where she can easily kiss you back and for you to gnaw and suck on her hardened nipples after. "Ugh ugh nghh mmhphh I-I'm cumming! haah haah oh!" assorted noises escaped Momo's as the only thing she could react at your huge meaty girth pummeling her walls roughly, making her bounce extremely and voice go shaky until you let out your third wave of sticky cream spurting high enough to mess Momo's face, breasts and torso again.

In retribution, Momo also timed her squirt along with your cum release as her warm juices flooded your thighs and legs after you lift her up; a fair situation to occur.

There were footsteps that joined the sound of the running water from the shower as you and Momo noticed that there's two fellow members of their organization just entered the bathroom and mind their own business.

You paused to guard any obvious movements of theirs in case they might accidentally get caught red-handed so you and Momo had to be careful with this.

As you're about to be contented that none of them suspects anything as they continue to talk about a random topic not minding someone very near to them is taking a shower while secretly engaging to have a sex with a fellow comrade who is a sexy woman inside the cubicle, Momo surprises you when she steps behind you and grabbed your sensitive cock; awakening its hardness back as she strokes it.

"W-what the- Momo!"

"Ssh~ Be quiet if you don't want them to see us like this." Momo whispered in your ear. You failed to contain a moan in your mouth as she involves her another hand to roll your balls in her fingers while she proceeds to pump your length until it's erected again. "Just imagine, they take a peek and led theirselves to watch you getting jacked off by a fine lady like me. They'll be so jealous to be in your position. Do you even realize how lucky you are on winning the heart of a woman like me?"

She rotated you and stared at you with her cunning smirk, you shook your head at this new side of the seductress that you will be getting to meet frequently from now on whenever her horny state got activated.

As the loud voices of those two men decreases, signifying that they just walked out of the room and leaving both of you to be alone again, you took the opportunity to speak again to address what she just did.

"You're crazy for that, Momoring. I barely had to endure that." You said as you sighed deeply and looked at your manhood standing and poking her abs.

"That's what you do to me, YN." Momo winked and pinched your cheeks. "Let it all out on me, we'll go for last round then we can wash ourselves fully after."

"Alright. What do you want us to do next?"

"Hmm~ I want to try... this."

Momo raised her one leg and you hold for support as she stand with her other leg only planted in the tiles of the floor. She moved your cock closer to her entrance and you took that as a signal to slid into her, setting yourselves up in another new sex position in similarity of a ballet dancer through its required form of stance.

You kissed Momo on the lips as she wrapped her arms around your head while you rammed into her wet core mercilessly and aggressively to test how it will took Momo to give in.

Feeling her insides compressing your cock as you rocked her body back and forth, you let a muffled moan in tune with her own as both were feeling the pleasure invading their nearly drained bodies.

Momo was challenged to strengthen her grip into you as she is now raising both of her legs in the air when you lifted the other one before sending her in the wall to lean on while you cornered her on fucking her precious little tight pussy.

"Ooh ahh ungh Y-YN... I love this so much~ I knew it would be awesome when it's been done by you."

"Damn, Momo you're so freaking hot. Why I couldn't get enough of you."

"So as I! Give it all you got, YN. Don't be easy on me. Oh god I can't wait to do this with you everytime we want."

"As you say so, Momo. Fuck it feels so incredible!"

You drilled your cock into her pussy upwards as Momo insanely bounced in the intensity of the impact of your crotch clapping with her thick ass. Her moans and screams alternate until you interrupted her by shutting her damn noisy mouth with your rough kiss.

Another slow grinds and palming of her supple breasts to give yourself a short timeout before you returned the speed by thundering her loving hole with your maximized manhood.

Momo felt that twitching again in her velvety tunnel, knowing that you're close on your end. "D-do it inside! I want you to fill me up!"

"Are you sure? Is that safe?"

"Yeah positive. I took birth control earlier. Just trust me, please I want you to make me feel good for the final time."

The desperate pleads of your lover on making her satisfied and enjoy is too harsh to be denied. Strong few thrusts and your cock called it a wrap as it spasmed at the splash of wave flowed into her insides, giving her the first ever creampie from you.

Her face lit up and eyes shined white while she gaping her mouth in awe as you suckled on her tits one more to ride her orgasm away with your shaft still remained in her slimy pussy.

She loved how it absolutely makes her full as you couldn't even count how many times your cock gave ropes of pearly fluid that resulted in Momo to feel how it overflowed and broke out of her folds, your liquid streaming down in the sides of her fluffy thighs.

You slipped your cock out of her dominated core and helped her to sit on the toilet. You cursed in admiration at when the sight has became visible to you of Momo's lustful smile watching the continuous leaking of your seed out of her.

Both were slightly sweaty and spent at your first ever sex with her new girlfriend, you did a couple of inhale and exhale, planting both of your palms and lower your head as you breathe heavily.

"We did it so well..." Momo said as she scooped some of your cum and sucked her fingers with it to have a taste of its saltiness. "Our bodies were indeed compatible with each other."

"I'll take it as part of our destiny to be matched together." You chuckled and smiled unbelievably at Momo's never-fading dirty talks. "Stop doing that now, you're sounding like you want another one."

"What if I do?" Momo dared you as she crossed her legs and stares at you menacingly.

"I would like to give it to you, but no thanks. That's enough for tonight, Momoring. We have to take a proper bath now. Don't you want to rest?" You declined her dare as you stepped below the shower to wash yourself.

Momo saw your serious expression and pouted. "But I'm just kidding though. Don't be too serious." She replied as she went away from the toilet to join you.

You looked at her and assumingly sensed her worriedness and tensed emotion. She was focused on scrubbing her skin with soap when you turned her to face you and cooperate with you on another passionate kiss.

"I should be telling the same as you. Chill, okay? I'm not mad. It's just a joke, I know. I don't even see that for my blood to boil at you with just tiny thing such as that. I just love you so much Momo and I'll always think of what you feel for me." You patted her head and kissed her again in her peachy colored cheek.

"How sweet of you, YN." Momo blushed at your heartfelt words. She coiled her arms around you and glanced. "I'll do the same, ofcourse. Remember that now in our relationship, we'll be as one and it will stay like that for the rest of our lives. Whatever it takes for us to keep on surviving and defending ourself against the odds around us. I love you."

"I love you too, Momo. I will be your protector and romancer until time will tell us how we end."

"Till death do us part." Momo added and you nodded agreeingly at her truthful oath. You kissed again before continuing to freshen yourselves up on a cold bath to ensure your entire cleanliness.

You and Momo sneakily returned to your respective rooms and dressed up before rejoining again, as you proudly and joyfully cuddled with her to make your relationship official for anyone in the camp to see and determine the good news.

#twicemomo #momoxmreader #momoxmreadersmut #twicemomosmut #hiraimomo #twicesmut #twice #twicemomoxmalereader #twicemomoxmalereadersmut #momo smut #twiceau #twicefanfic #twiceoneshot #kpopsmut #kpopau #kpopfanfic #kpoponeshot

[loonyoz]

Part of what I love about Wyll is how he feels like a character you have to keep pulling back the layers on. Like one of those 3d puzzles you think you’ve got figured out and then you realize you’re right back where you started. Which I guess is just the long way of saying he's a well made character. I’m gonna do a play by play of my first interactions with him to illustrate my point:

When you first meet him you’re like omfg who is this boy with the dramatic theater kid entrance lmao. Wyll, you are so dorky (affectionate).

You next see him helping tiefling kids learn to fight. Not in a harsh militaristic way, more in a gentle and even playful way (eg. When you play as Wyll you can tell them dramatic stories about how Wyll slayed a dragon.) You're like oh yeah this guy has the whole hero thing going on. Very disney prince over here.

Then you talk to him and he talks about an evil devil that must be killed with such adamance and determination. You're like oh wow he can get pretty intense. He's so determined about this, he's willing to put aside the pressing threat of ceremorphosis. This kind of unmoving moral stance, this very good and serious abt it thing, it gives off paladin vibes imo

Ok so thats two sides of him, dramatic storybook hero and strong willed paladin.

Then you get to the confrontation with Karlach, and pretty quickly realize this flaming hot cheeto (idk why I called her that ok, but im leaving it in) of a tiefling shouldn't be killed. Wyll takes some convincing and you're like Wyll you dumbass you're seeing what Im seeing right? The tadpole is showing us she's innocent, why dont you believe that?

Then its only till later you realize he had so many good reasons to hesitate:

He has been doing this job for 7 years now, to break off from the script he's used to, is a risky thing. If he cant trust his 7 years of experience he's left floundering. If he cant trust that he's been only killing evil, then he's broken his moral code too. (If I were in his shoes id for sure be having an existential crisis)

He's learned the hard way to distrust devils, what if Karlach is tricking everyone into thinking she's innocent?

Or maybe he's scared of what it will mean if he doesn't kill her, he'll be breaking his pact, and the consequences for that will most definitely be harsh. I don't think that's selfish or cruel of him to consider killing her out of fear of what will happen if he doesn't. I think Wyll would be unfair to himself for those thoughts tho. Like the whole airplane oxygen mask analogy is a good way to talk about it. Wyll would go to every passenger on the plane and make sure their masks are on, then collapse from oxygen deprivation because he never put his own on. Perhaps an extreme and unrealistic scenario, but illustrative of his admirable but harmful self sacrifice.

In summary, his hesitation and need to be convinced shows a lovely amalgamation of his character, his life experience, and his values, and how it results in a moment of conflict and indecision.

But it takes very little to convince him not to kill karlach. You tell him twice that Karlach is no threat/innocent, and he stops panicking, and pulls himself together with the kind of emotional control/repression that makes you go "uh oh babes has unresolved trauma and needs therapy"

His ability to listen to others when people tell him he's wrong shows that he has a flexibility and emotional maturity that is unlike the stereotypical paladin. Once he realizes Karlach is innocent, the rules he follows no longer matter to him.

He resigns himself to his fate because for him there is no other way for it to be. This shows that no matter how theatrical his heroics appear, it is not merely a guise. You can trust that he truly cares for people because he is willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of a stranger.

Then Mizora shows up and his response is to argue against her, to say, "you told me no innocents". Which shows once again where his priorities lie, now that injustice has been pointed out to him he will use every ounce of his will to fight it. It also shows that human weakness again too. His fallibility (I mean who can blame him devils are great manipulators) and his worried questioning of the rules that he has followed for so long.

And then when you put all the drama aside, and listen to his lighthearted dialogue you remember/realize he’s also very goofy and the kind of chill guy you’d want to invite to every friend hangout.

asfgjkl; anyway I have way too many thoughts and feelings abt this guy. If you read all this damn. But lmk what you guys think about my reflections!

Also shoutout to all of the fic writers and random fan posts ive read that have inspired some of these thoughts

#I took my adhd meds for once and it possessed me to write this lol #bg3 #wyll ravengard #wyll

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow, Day 1

Gibdo

Linked Universe Time x Reader

(Can be seen as both Romantic and Platonic)

TW: Graphic Descriptions of Gore and Rot, as well as nightmares, and a bit of Whump(?) please do not read if you're highly squeamish, even if it's not long just to be safe. As this deals with dark times as is usual to Majora's Mask, may also be read outside of a Linked Universe context.

*walks on in to Dark Linktober and Linktober both with sleep deprivation, coffee and kind of late, drops this, refuses to elaborate* Kind of self indulgent but I hope whoever finds this enjoys, it's spooky season and I am taking full opportunity to go ham XD

The beast a few feet away of you was foul, with it's thin, leathery flesh barely clinging to it's bone hollow cheeks, the sickly sweet scent of rot and decay mixing with that of old, burnt flesh, barely hidden by once white, now sullied and dirty cloth in a failed attempt at appearing harmless as it slowly decayed, it's sallow, sunken yellow eyes scan the abandoned graveyard and you stay very, very still where you've sank behind the side of the Music Box House, heart like a deer's facing down a Lynel as you heard it's long, unnatural fingers drag across the stone, the click, click, click of it's nails against stone and it's tortured moans in it's everlasting, tormented hunt sending chills down your spine.

It is nowhere near the dawn of a new day and sunlight barely reached Ikana Canyon, and you had no desire to become one of the many ivory and yellowed bones of the dead in this wretched, horrible place of tragedy.

You trade a look with Link from across your hiding place, eyes stopping on his arm before forcing yourself to snap to his sapphire and iron gilded gaze again, he had to get to Pamela's Father, but this run had unexpectedly gone south from you both getting attacked midway to the canyon and him hurting his sword arm attempting to sneak past the Gibdo's. The strangled, bitten off scream that left his throat as one of the beast sank it's rotten, cracks teeth into his flesh hard enough to almost crack bone so very horrific you didn't think twice before shooting it with a flame blessed arrow and dragging him away, teeth bared in defiance, but it's disguise of sickly and wounded falling away with it's pained, furious howl to reveal a Redead had attracted more of them to your location with it's inhuman, obsidian and blood rust coated fury of necromancy cursed beasts, forcing you both to hide as you didn't have anymore fairies and potions from slaying the third of Majora's twisted, reality poisoning generals.

This was meant to be a scouting quest before a reset darn it, how had it gone so wrong so quickly?

(How much more would it take? Which one would lead to the road where your dearest friend, the people of Termina and yourself didn't burn over the unknowable, cruel whims of cursed divinity? How much more must Link bleed, give and slowly kill himself for?-)

The walking corpse groans, it's too close to his location and there are two to your other left that could rush any of you at any second, he's the one with the Ocarina and you refuse to let him try using one of those masks while wounded, you saw how he screeched like someone slowly pulling the flesh from his bones one too many times to tolerate. You twitch just as he does, but you move faster, bow already draw and with three arrows knocked, your arms straining against the taught strings.

You may not have any more flame blessed arrows, but you knew how to make fiery ones that would be just enough for the situation at hand.

Link sends you a steely glare caught between betrayal and understanding as he nods, gritting his teeth as he mouths to you a simple, pleading resquest:

'Do not die.'

"MOVE!" You snarl, as you let your arrows fly, one of them hits the Gibdo near him right in the eye and the fire catches as if it's been doused in oil and it screams writhing and squirming with pain as it tries to shrug it's cloth away. The sound between once human and abominable loud enough you swear you feel something warm dripping from your ears but have no time to check as the other two, handcrafted fire arrows cripple it's leg and one of it's arms that were creeping around your mask wielding friend's hiding spot as he books it as fast as his legs will carry him with the Bunny Hood, you whirl around, shooting the one's right around your corner with one arrow each and prepare to cover his back.

You don't look behind yourself as you hear the house's door slam shut and Tatl's cut off call of your name, instead focusing on drawing the profane beast's attention away from it, knowing they are eager to see your insides decorate the Ikana grounds to join their once living brethren, to attempt to bite down around your ribs and quaff down your lukewarm blood with vesania inked glee and maddened grieving elation as you struggle against the petrifying glare with animal franticness and all the defiance your humanity gave you as one of them holds you down and it HURTSTEARSROTSANDYOUCANNOTMOVE-

"---(Name)!"

You shoot up from your bedroll, dagger in hand, barely scraping the throat of whoever had your shoulders in a firm, but reassuring grip, breathing hard as the brief burst of adrenaline leaves your body as it comes face to face with aquamarine, phosphophylite and cinnabar marks around a beautifully night sky blue gaze with all the intensity of a wolf caring for it's pack. Your grip on the pristine blade you've taken to carrying slackening even as he already moved away with practiced ease, the same way you would when he'd lash out when you wakened him from night terrors to avoid getting your head lopped off, even knowing instinctively you'd never hurt one another.

Time.

Safe, alive, free if highly traumatized Time.

... Then again, you can't judge.

He scans you with one eye, quiet concern and understanding as he slowly moves to tuck some hair behind your ear in a low tone, dimly you note the faint squeeze to your pulse, reassuring you both as you drop your dagger to the side, much preferring to take his calloused hand in yours instead than cold, unfeeling steel, "Nightmare?"

You take a moment, breathing, drinking him in turn, and the fact that you had both left the worst of Termina behind as you do your best to cut down the lingering memories away, a brittle smile comes to your lips as you scan the camp as you squeeze his hand back, "Mhm, same old, sorry. Did I wake anyone up?"

"No, I got to you before you could. You looked troubled and I couldn't have that." he shakes his head, gently he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. "You've no need to apologize."

He'd have done the same, has done the same but your positions were reversed, you have the same nightmares after all.

You smile, his devotion as always cutting through the night terrors than any blade or arrow, a welcome bit of reinforcements that you knew would never fail, you gently lift a hand to caress his cheek, just to reassure yourself that he is real, touching your foreheads together, "Thank you."

He closes his eyes, the soft rumble of his voice like the wind over leaves fully taking your worries away as surely as the tides in his eyes took the love you dared not voice aloud each passing day, "Always."

You both take a moment to stay like that, silent as you steady yourselves, still in disbelief you were both still here, before he gently places a hand atop yours, giving it a light squeeze, "Walk with me? I don't believe any of us will be able to get anymore sleep tonight."

Your smile, mischievous glee dyeing it as you kiss his free cheek, echoing his words back at him, "Always. Must you ask?"

He gives you a flat look, and you can't help but laugh. Gently he pulls you to your feet and, just to be a menace that you and Warriors knew he never ceased to be, rather than let you actually walk with him as he requested, he sweeps you from your feet and into a princess carry, making you have to bite down an outraged shriek and cackle as you ineffectively smack one of his shoulders with hissed, half hearted protests lest you both wake the entire camp. Affronted but amused as you catch the glimpse of a smirk, heart warm as you catch the slight shaking of his chest as he silently laughs too.

(If Wolfie sends you both an unimpressed look, having jerked awake from the sudden movement when you both return to camp, taking leaves and twigs from one another's hair from a 'daring' escape you've made that involved almost knocking you and Time both into a river, well, you'll just make it up to Twilight later in the morning and you're sure Time will help with Epona as well.)

It matters not that the pale moon attempted to remind you of the undead's eyes, and of the many horrors you've faced in that long distant journey that still had the tips of their claws in your souls, when you knew he'd keep you safe. And that you'd do your best to protect him now as you did back then.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe time x reader #link x reader #Majora's Mask references #dark linktober #Summer Writes Dark Linktober #This Entry is Brought to You by My Renewed Obsession with OoT/MJM #A lot of coffee that could kill a less spiteful person #And my sleep deprived choice making that is usually Not Good™ #definitely self indulgent

[written-in-flowers]

Hi! I’d like to request something with Aemond x older!reader (non-highborn), where reader is insecure of her age and being older than him but he reassures her it doesn’t matter to him. Fluff and/or smut up to you ☺️ love your work!

Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! <3

Sweet Summer Prince

You never understood his interest. Many pretty young ladies served in Harrenhal. You saw them walking around, being eyed and bedded by the soldiers now occupying the ancient stronghold. Aemond, being a prince and their commander, could have his pick of any of them. Yet, he'd picked you, the woman twice his age, widowed with two children of her own. You'd been the head of house when the prince showed up with his army and enormous dragon. They seized the castle within a day, slaying all the queen's loyalists inside, but leaving the servants alive. Who will cook their meals if they killed the entire household?

You'd expected one of the other serving girls to become the prince's bed mate. Naturally, they all dreaded the idea of catching his eye (he's only got the one), and having to 'serve' him personally. However, it'd been you he chose. One night, he sent one of his knights to bring you to him in his chambers. You were not a naïve woman. You'd been in Harrenhal since your childhood; your mother a scullery maid and your father the kennel master. You'd seen many women be taken from the kitchens or common rooms, and brought before whichever lord owned the stronghold at the time. You walked to the prince's quarters with your head up high. You refused to let these invaders see you fearful or weeping as you were brought before the young prince.

Prince Aemond lost his left eye many years ago, but you'd seen worse. Broad and leggy, he had the silver hair and blue eyes of the Targaryen line. You assumed he must be a strong lad if he could ride the ancient Vhagar and seize a stronghold like Harrenhal all by himself. He didn't wear his eyepatch that night, so instead he looked at you with the gleaming sapphire he put in place of the missing eye. You'd assumed he'd ask you to do some mundane task for him or complain to you about one the servers under your charge. You worried it might even be about your twins; they'd broken into the armory or gotten too close to his dragon or some other childish thing that might've upset him. But, instead he asked:

"Would you like some wine?"

Never turning down a cup of anything, you agreed. He'd gotten a plate of cheese, bread, grapes and a pitcher of wine on his table, and sat by the firelight to avoid the chill in the air. You remember looking over his sharp features, and realizing his appearance matched the coldness underneath. You tried to keep things easy, not showing any fear or dread in his presence. He asked you questions about yourself, your role at Harrenhal, and your background. He gave you snippets of his own life: being the second son of the late King Viserys, brother to the new king Aegon II, and rider of Vhagar, the oldest and largest of dragons. You found him quite fascinating. He was well-read, having studied history and philosophy. He enjoyed poetry and books just as much as sword and shield. You nearly asked why they hadn't made him the king. He appeared capable of it. But, Aemond seemed to respect the line of succession, and what the hell did you know? You're only a long-time servant.

The prince's real intentions became clear a few nights later, when he asked you to draw him a bath, then asked you to join him in it. You laughed that you aren't what he wants. He needed a supple, lithe beauty whom he can lift around like a rag doll. Aemond only smirked at you, then said he didn't want a little girl. He wanted a woman. It'd been many years since a man approached you in such a way. Your husband died of a fever years before, and you'd never taken up another lover since then. But, you could not refuse a prince, especially one like Aemond. You'd disrobed in front of him, seeing his eye scanning your naked figure, before you stepped into the warm waters with him. Your naked bodies touching, you forced yourself to keep control as the young, handsome, strong man began running his hands over you. You never expected a man as young as Aemond to know a woman's body, but yes, he did. Very well. In minutes, the boy had you trembling and panting against his body as he fingers pumped between your thighs.

Since then, you and Aemond spent every night together. You did not always make love, but the nights you did felt special. Always gentle. Always careful. You'll admit, he made you feel young. He brought an exciting light into your life, and him being fond of your twins only made you like him more. They'd been most pleased when he carefully introduced Dian to Vhagar after the boy expressed an interest in dragons. Dia asked you if you'd marry Prince Aemond, so she may be a princess. You laughed. You told her only noble ladies became princesses. But, this comment did make you think:

Why did he want you?

You stood in his bed chamber at night, preparing his bed for his nightly routine and putting a fresh basin and jug of water for him. You glanced across the room to see Flora, a shapely blonde girl ten years younger than you. She'd become popular amongst the men in Harrenhal. Aemond should have her. She is better suited, not an old crone like you, even though you were only five-and-thirty.

Aemond appeared in the room some time later, sending Flora away at once. You recognized the glint in his eye once she disappeared. It surveyed you from afar, and you couldn't help but blush. He had a way of making you feel like a young maiden again. This was why he should have Flora. She is young. Never married with no children, the signs of having bore a child did not stretch or weigh down her body like you. She'd be tighter, and more pliable than you.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his soft-spoken voice louder in the quiet room.

"Nothing, my prince," you insisted, turning your back and moving things around on a table even though you didn't need to. "Did you enjoy your dinner tonight? I'm afraid Horace has trouble finding proper meat these days. He says your dragon's presence scares away all the good game."

"Dinner was acceptable enough, but that's not what concerns me right now." You heard him coming up behind you. You flinched for a moment as large hands went around your wide hips. "Something's upset you. I wish to know what it is."

"Nothing's upset me."

"You don't need to hide things from me," he assured you, hands going up your sides and bringing you to his chest. Warm lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "Please, tell me."

"You should bed Flora," you whispered back. You looked anywhere but at him. You couldn't stand it if you caught his eyes. "She's pretty, young, and new. She's never known a man, as far as I know, so her maidenhood can be yours. You shouldn't be with an old woman like me."

"I don't want Flora," he said. "She doesn't excite me like you do."

You laughed, "Excite you?"

"Yes," he pressed himself into you, "Excite me. Your age doesn't matter to me, Y/N. It never has. It's your heart I care for most."

"That and you have an appetite for old crones."

He chuckled softly, hands going to your back and unlacing your underbust. "I might," he said, tossing it aside once he'd finished, and slowly pulling your chemise from your shoulders. "You bring me comfort," he continued, kissing from your neck to your shoulder, "And peace in this place. Enemies stand all around me, wanting to kill me and take my brother's crown away. They want to take my birthright from me. I have so few people I trust in this life." He slipped your chemise down from your breasts, heavy and hanging from birthing children. You gasped once his hands cupped them, giving them a gentle squeeze, "I wish for you to be one of them."

Smiling, you turned around to face him. Carefully, you removed his eyepatch to see his sapphire eye. Your thumb traced over the jagged scar that ran from above the eyebrow to his cheek. Thin lips curled into a faint smirk before finally leaning to capture yours. He stoked a fire inside you that never went out. The kiss deepened as you both removed the rest of each other's clothes, falling back onto his bed. Your bodies became one piece, limbs sliding until you locked together in a passionate embrace. You tossed your head back, he dotted kisses along your collarbone and down to your breasts. You spread your thighs to let him slide between them, and began grinding your hips into his. You felt his exact length laying over your sex, which only added fuel to the fire inside you. Your clit brushed over his shaft each time you moved, and when he matched your movements, he growled against your breasts. Nipples peaked hard, his slid his tongue around and over it before giving a soft suckle. You whimpered. 

“My prince...” you sighed, your hands sliding through his hair while he sunk down your body. 

His head between your thighs, his tongue languidly slipped over each of your folds before touching the very center. He continued this for a while: teasing dragging the tip of his tongue on each side before rapidly flicking over the clit up top. He used his tongue to massage the space just underneath, as he licking the underside right above your entrance. A strong arm kept you pinned to the bed so he could explore every crevasse of your sex, licking up the juices dripping out. Your hands grabbing tufts of hair, you pushed his face further into you so he tongue slipped through your entrance. Grabbing the outside of your thighs, he kept still as you grinded into his face. He growled and it sent light vibrations through your body, making you quiver. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, the long digits massaging your walls and curling inside you. It made you ache for more, for him. You never felt more complete than when Aemond filled you to the hilt. A young man very eager to please you, he kept working his fingers into you until you slid away from him. In your heat, you reached down to the young prince and rolled him onto his back. 

Lips crashing together, he had no complaints when he entered you. Your slick still on your lips, you licked it off as you began rocking on top of him. He groaned deeply, grasping onto your hips tightly and guiding you along his length. Your walls squeezed him with each stroke. Tenderness could be saved for the morning. Right then, you needed him. You needed him to assure you that you are being ridiculous; that he truly loved you. You’d met so many men who gave proclamations of love, only to walk away once you’d given them what they wanted. Even your late husband proved to be the same; he only stayed because he’d gotten you pregnant, and forced into matrimony. Aemond filled you completely, not too large or small. You certainly felt his girth stretch you. His hands never left you. His lips left tiny stings of pain with each lick or bite at your flesh. The hunger in each of you burned hot like dragon fire, your pace beginning to pick up and release drawing closer. 

Moments later, your climaxes burst through your bodies. You shuddered, stiffened and pulsated in each wave. Aemond kept his hand around your throat to keep you in place, riding out his orgasm right after yours. Pure ecstasy made you feel dizzy, the combination of his hand and his cock bringing you further over the edge before it’d passed. A familiar warmth filled you once Aemond’s climax subsided. You’d brew a pot of moontea later. 

Or perhaps you might not. Perhaps you keep his seed inside you. You weren’t so old. You could have another child...a beautiful one with a sharp nose, blue eyes and silver hair. 

Once you’d both finished, you rolled away from Aemond onto your back. You let the draft coming from the window cool your heated skin. You both laid in silence for a brief moment to catch your breath. Neither of you said anything as you slowly came together underneath the sheets. He did not have to. It was in the kisses, and gentle touches he gave. He truly desired you, if anything. You snuggled closer to him, feeling his heart beat in time with yours, and slowly drifted to sleep. 

****

Aemond died a few months later at The God’s Eye, fighting on his dragon against his uncle, Daemon Targaryen. You’d never felt such a strong heartbreak before. The person who’d breathed life back into you no longer walked the world. He’d gone somewhere far, where you could not touch or kiss him. You’d lost everything. The only thing you had left of Aemond was the son he gave you.

A silver-haired boy you named Cedric. You knew people at Harrenhal whispered about what happened between you and Aemond. Anyone who looked at Cedric knew it. You didn’t care. He often reminded you of Aemond at times: reserved, quiet, but strong and intelligent. You thought he might be a knight or a soldier one day. 

Foolishly, he might even be a king. 

***

A/N: thank you so much for this! I’d love to do something similar sometime but with highborn, since age mattered more in court than in common people. But, I enjoyed this so much, I hope you did too! <3

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond stannies #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines

[ladykailitha]

I am frustrated with technology at the moment. Windows 11 decided that it was going to save my stories in two places. And with two stories (I almost put twice, it was way more than twice) it only showed the versions that were from before I got my new laptop.

So like with Royal Pain's epilogue, the version I sent @duraffinity for Exit Eddie Pursued By a Steve was the version I posted here and not my edited copy (I at least try to do a SPaG read before I send it to her so it's not too bad).

So I'm struggling with leaving it as is on AO3 or trying to send the version I had worked on for her to get the right on edited and posted on AO3.

Version 2.0 in all its 4882 word glory under the cut:

Eddie had been on his way to the choir room for his weekly “meeting” of the Hellfire Club. They had to have in there this week due to the unfortunate fact that the school musical was currently being preformed and they actually needed the drama room closet.

Suddenly a gaggle of people came tearing out of the stage in a hurry. The last of which was someone in a large red wig and bright yellow dress. But Eddie knew those hazel eyes anywhere.

He let out a low whistle. “Looking gorgeous there, Harrington.”

Steve skidded to a stop in his kitten heels and turned to see who had cat-called him.

“Yeah?” Steve said to him under half-shut eyes. “You like what you see, Munson?”

Eddie gave an appraising glance up and down. “I do indeed.”

“Too bad I have to change out of it,” Steve teased.

Eddie shook his head sadly. “Now, why would you want to go and do a thing like that?”

Steve laughed. “Because I’m in the next scene, and I ain’t wearing this!”

Eddie laughed, too. “Damn shame.”

Steve looked around and then hurried over to him. “If you like it that much, meet me after the play.”

He winked and then gathered up his skirt and ran for the changing room.

Eddie was still standing there when Jeff, Gareth, and Brian came up behind him.

“Who was the broad?” Brian asked.

Eddie licked the top row of his teeth. “That was no broad, gentlemen. That was King Steve in a ballgown.”

“Wait, what?” Jeff asked, his face screwed up in confusion. “No way.”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie hummed. “And I’m pretty sure he just asked me backstage after the play for a little action.”

All three other boys turned to him in shock.

“Ain’t no way,” Gareth hissed. “It’s probably some prank to have the basketball team jump you or something.”

Eddie grinned. “Come on, boys. We’ve got dragons to slay before they kick us out of the choir room, too.”

They all followed him to the choir room, a little confused on what just happened.

*

Steve waited nervously after getting one of the band and orchestra geeks to help him back into the dress. The wig and makeup were gone, as were the shoes. Those things pinched.

His dress swished back and forth as he paced wringing his hands.

“Oh.”

Steve stopped in his tracks and turned to the open door. Eddie stood there with an expression that Steve couldn’t quite make out.

“I have to know before we do this,” he rambled. “Are you wanting to do this because you thought I was beautiful as a girl in a dress? Or because you thought I looked beautiful in the dress?”

Eddie paused for a moment. “That is a very important distinction and one you are right in asking, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed deeply.

Eddie crowded his space and lifted his chin gently, “You look beautiful, Stevie.”

He gasped and Eddie dived on in, pressing their lips together. Instantly, Steve’s tongue tangled with his.

Eddie pulled away reluctantly. “We are definitely doing this.”

Steve nodded. “Just try not to get anything on the dress itself, otherwise I’ll be murdered by the drama teacher.”

Eddie chuckled darkly. “You’ve got it, babe.”

*

When Eddie walked in the room, Steve appeared coy. Shy even. And then when Steve asked why he was interested in fucking him in that dress, he suddenly got it.

“Anyone ever take care of you, Stevie?” he murmured, slowly pulling up the folds of the dress to get at those delicious thighs.

Steve shook his head. “I’ve only had sex with girls. They tend to expect you to do all the work.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Eddie cooed. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

Steve threw his head back and moaned as Eddie caressed the sides of his thighs.

“That’s it,” Eddie purred, mouthing along the expanse of Steve’s neck, “you sound so good.”

He pushed down the pantaloons Steve was wearing and tucked the dress behind his beautiful cock and sank to his knees.

Steve’s hands immediately buried into Eddie’s hair, pulling him all the way onto his cock.

Eddie lifted one of Steve’s legs and tucked it over his shoulder. He took the spit and slick from his blowjob and coated his fingers. He pressed one finger into Steve and the boy let out the most delicious sounds.

Eddie wished he could swallow them up, but he would have to settle for swallowing Steve down entirely. He continued to open Steve up and suck him off. Suddenly Steve was coming in ribbons down Eddie’s throat.

Eddie stood up and kissed Steve dirtily, mouth still slick with his cum.

Eddie gathered up the skirt of the dress and pressed into to Steve’s hands. “Hold on tight to that, darling. We don’t want to get anything on it, right?”

Steve nodded. He let out a low whine, taking in as much of Eddie as he could.

Eddie lined himself up and slowly pierced Steve’s ass.

“Eddie!” he cried. “Oh god!”

Eddie took that as encouragement and slid all the way to the hilt.

Steve wanted to grip the back of Eddie’s shirt and fist his hair, but his hands were occupied by the skirt of his dress. He held on tight, barely holding on as Eddie fucked him wildly.

Soon Eddie was coming into Steve, in rough, hopeless waves.

Steve let out a breathless sigh. “God, oh fuck.” He moved to bring his hands down but Eddie stopped him.

“We need to get you out of this dress first, darlin’,” he murmured into Steve’s ear, “then you can lower your arms, all right?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Eddie giggled at how far gone Steve was. He removed the dress and hung everything up their proper places, while Steve panted for air, pressed against the crates Eddie fucked him against.

Once Steve was able to catch his breath, he asked, “How did you know where everything went?”

Eddie turned back to him with a grin. “This is where my club meets for D&D. The Hellfire Club, ever heard of it?”

Steve nodded. “I’ve got these kids I babysit that love that game. It’s all they’ve been talking about when it comes to picking out classes and clubs for next year.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow and sat down to watch Steve clean up himself and get dressed. He wondered where it was all going to go from there. Would Steve throw him out? Punch him? Mock him?

“I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else,” Steve muttered darkly as he ran his hand through his hair. He stood there in sweatpants and ratty old yellow sweater, looking every bit as beautiful as he had in the dress.

Eddie grinned. “Yeah, big boy? How’s that?”

“I don’t think I’ve come so hard in my life.”

Eddie cackled. “Right back ‘atcha, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed and walked over to stand between Eddie’s legs. “We’ve had dessert, what would you say to a late dinner?”

Eddie smiled up at him and then pulled him down for a kiss. “Sounds perfect, Stevie.”

*

“I call bullshit,” Brian said the next morning at their lockers when Eddie told them. “There is no way you sucked Harrington’s dick.”

“Did a slight more than that, Bri,” Eddie crowed.

Jeff frowned. “Prove it.” He jutted his chin across the hall to where Steve was at his locker getting stuff out for the next class. “There’s ‘your boy’ as you say. Go get him.”

“And even if it is true,” Gareth growled. “There is no way he’d associate with you in the middle of the whole fucking school. He’s going to break your heart and we’ll have to pick up the pieces.”

“Watch and learn, boys,” Eddie said flippantly.

He strutted across the hall to Steve and placed his hand on the locker next to him by his head.

Steve turned around, closing his locker. “Oh, hey, Eddie.”

Eddie smirked. “Morning, princess.”

Steve leaned against the lockers and laughed. “I’m the ugly step-sister, remember. Not the princess.”

“You were as pretty as one last night,” Eddie teased.

Steve grinned and put his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Hmm...that kind of talk is what got us in that position in the first place.”

Eddie grinned right back, putting his hands on Steve’s waist. “You saying flattering works on you, sweetheart?”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “I’m saying it doesn’t hurt.”

He pressed his lips to Eddie’s and they both melted into the kiss.

“Am I going to see you at lunch?” Eddie asked pulling away and pressing their foreheads together.

Steve shook his head. “You have first lunch and I have second.”

“So cruel,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing a patch of bare skin between Steve’s jeans and where his sweater had risen up because of his arms around Eddie’s neck.

“I’ll see you after school, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “It’ll be torment until I see you again.”

“For me, too,” Steve breathed.

And then Eddie was digging his fingers into Steve’s sides, tickling him.

“Eddie!” Steve protested, laughing.

Eddie leaned forward and kissed the smile off his face. “Later, Princess.”

“Later, Eds.”

Eddie turned and walked away.

“Eddie!” Steve called out. “Catch!”

Eddie managed to catch whatever it was on sheer instinct. He looked at it to see that it was Steve’s varsity basketball ring.

“Hold on to that for me,” he said with a smile. “It’s special to me.”

Eddie saluted and practically skipped back to his friends.

Steve laughed, shaking his head fondly.

*

“Holy fuck,” Jeff said. “He laughed at an Eddie-ism and not mockingly either.”

“His varsity ring,” Gareth replied numbly. “He gave Eddie his varsity ring.”

“That possessive draping his arms over Eddie’s shoulders...” Brian muttered.

Eddie just chewed happily on his pretzels as he watched his friends repeat all the things that Steve and he had done that morning.

“So...no broken hearts this fine Friday morning, is there?” he said into a brief lull in their retelling.

All three heads snapped his direction.

“How the hell did you manage to convince Steve Harrington to be your boyfriend?” Jeff asked.

“I really don’t think you want the play by play,” Eddie teased.

They all made gagging sounds.

Suddenly their table darkened. They stopped talking and they looked up.

There, standing above them were Tommy H, Carol, and about half the basketball team all glaring at Eddie.

“And how I can I help you gentlemen and lady today?” he asked, grinning around chewing on a pretzel.

“What did you do to Steve?” Tommy asked. “What spell did you use, man?”

Gareth snorted.

“This is serious!” Carol shrieked. “You tell your friend to undo whatever it was that he used to curse Steve.”

“Hon,” Jeff said with a raised eyebrow, “if Eddie could do magic don’t you think he would have magicked his way through school and not had to do a second time at being a senior?”

They all kind of looked at each other a moment before the muttering started.

Eddie just shook his head. “Or maybe, just maybe Steve needed someone to take care of him the way he takes care of everyone else.”

His flicked around the room and he could see Nancy and Jonathan inching closer to hear him.

“Because,” he continued a little louder, “if you lot had given as much of damn about him as he did about you, maybe I wouldn’t have had to adopt him like have all my other little sheep. So fuck off. And maybe ask Steve why he abandoned you lot.”

He waved them off and went back to eating his lunch.

*

Steve was showering after gym and could feel the eyes on him. He looked up to see that half of the boys showering were looking at him and the other half was avoiding his eye.

“Did theater turn you gay?” one of the guys asked.

Steve had give it to the kid for actually having the balls to say something. He sighed and turned off the water. “I like dicks and hard chests, sure. I also like soft breasts and wet cunts. It’s not always an either or thing.”

Some of the guys started covering their junks and he laughed.

“Oh god, I don’t care about your dicks, for fuck’s sake,” he said rolling his eyes. He turned the water back on. “I’ve never looked at any of your scaly dicks. I know how fast you shower. I don’t need to look at your dick to know you didn’t wash it.”

Some of them ducked their heads as they knew he was talking about them.

“And don’t think for a second that I’m the only queer in this shower room either,” he continued. “You lot aren’t as slick as you think you are. Plus, what would I want with any of your dicks? Have you seen Munson’s? Take it from someone who has, it’s far superior to you lot.”

Steve finished up rinsing his hair and got dressed. The second he was out the door, the locker room erupted in a cacophony of gossip. He just shook his head.

*

Steve walked out to the parking lot where Eddie was waiting for him. He strolled right up to where his boyfriend was lounging against the driver’s side door of his van.

“Hey, honey,” Eddie greeted with a big smile. “Miss me?”

“Always.” Steve kissed him soundly.

Eddie pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, hands buried into Steve’s gorgeous locks.

When they finally broke apart, Eddie licked his lips. “Damn, Stevie, if you kiss all the girls like that it’s no wonder they’re after you all the time.”

Steve draped his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Only you, sunshine.”

Eddie tucked his hands into Steve’s back pockets. “You got the play again tonight?”

Steve hummed. “And tomorrow, too.”

Eddie chewed his bottom lip. “I want you to meet my Uncle Wayne. Is it too soon?”

Steve shook his head. “I’d love to meet your uncle, baby. You just don’t want to meet my parents.”

Eddie pursed his lips. “You won’t get into trouble by dating me so openly, will you?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t honestly know. But it wouldn’t matter if I did. I’d pick you over those jackasses that haven’t been around much since I turned sixteen.”

Eddie hummed. “Okay, baby. I just want you safe.”

Steve kissed him. “Thanks for that. But I’ll be fine.”

“So I’m coming to the play tonight,” Eddie said, “all proper, with a ticket and everything.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “You hoping for a repeat performance after last night, Eds?”

“And if I was?” he growled in Steve’s ear.

Steve giggled. “I have an outfit that I’m actually wearing at the end of the play that I think you’ll enjoy a little more than the ballgown, baby.”

Eddie’s nostrils flared in want. “Yeah, honey, we can do that.”

Steve kissed him deeply. “Can’t wait.”

“What time do you have to be here tomorrow for the play?”

“About three o’clock, why?” Steve asked, rubbing his nose along Eddie’s.

“My uncle has work at two,” Eddie explained, “so why don’t you come over tomorrow for lunch and meet him.”

Steve kissed him fiercely. “Okay, sunshine. I’ll bring pizza, is noon okay?”

Eddie nodded. “I’ll see you then, princess.”

They finally broke apart and Steve walked back the school.

Jeff shook his head and clacked his tongue. “Dude that was the most disgusting display of affection I’ve ever seen. And you’ve met my parents.”

Eddie cackled. “Just wait boys, I have feeling we’re about to get so much worse.”

*

Eddie sat in the back of the school auditorium and grinned when Steve came out in a yellow robe over just a corset and pantaloons with stockings and kitten-heeled shoes for the scene with Cinderella trying on the glass slipper.

Eddie ran his tongue over his lips slowly. Steve had been right. The ballgown had been a treat, but this? This was the fucking main course.

He waited until all the other guys had filed out of the drama room to enter. He nearly growled when he saw Steve draped against the sofa dressed as he was in the play minus the silk robe. Which was fair. That was a lot harder to keep out of the way.

“Like what you see, beautiful?” Steve murmured. He rand his hands down the corset and Eddie growled. And then pounced.

Sex that time was different. Now that they both knew that they were on the same page, it was both more tender and a lot raunchier.

When they were getting dressed, Steve hummed.

“You know,” he said. “you really are good at making sure there isn’t anything on the clothes.

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “That’s because if you’re sneaking around and don’t want people to know, you learn real quick the art of not letting it show on the outside.”

Steve stopped what he was doing and walked over to him. He lifted his chin and gave him a deep kiss. “You’ll never have to worry about that unless you want to. Like tonight and last night. This is just a bit of fun, but...” he held up Eddie’s right hand that held Steve’s varsity ring, “this is a full on declaration, okay? I won’t ever hide that I’m yours.”

Eddie nodded. “You’ve got it, sweetheart.”

“Good,” Steve murmured. “I’m starving and Benny’s has pancakes on special on Fridays.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, baby, it’ll be my treat.”

*

The next morning Wayne found Eddie pacing the living room.

“What’s got you around the twist?” he finally asked after the hundredth sigh.

Eddie wrung his hands. “So you know how I don’t introduce you to the guys I sleep around with?”

Wayne snorted. “I figured they just liked leaping out of windows when I came home.”

Eddie giggled. “Well, this one wants to meet you.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip. “He’s really good to me, Uncle Wayne. And I mean, really good.”

Wayne hummed. “What do you mean?”

Eddie started pacing again. “It’s like every time I think, ‘oh this is it, this the part where he gets embarrassed by me’ he does something super sweet and cements that he’s with me for the long haul. It’s like he’s inside my head reading my insecurities and coming up with things that would allay those fears.”

He stopped in front of his uncle and handed him the ring.

“He gave this to you?” Wayne asked before really looking at it.

“In front a large crowd of people so that people wouldn’t say I stole it from him.”

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? Wasn’t that dangerous?”

Eddie nodded, close to vibrating out of his skin. “But he wanted people to know he belonged to me and no one else.”

“It doesn’t look very expensive,” Wayne said with a chuckle.

“No,” Eddie agreed. “It’s a chintzy thing, but it’s important to him so...”

Wayne actually looked at the ring, like really looked at it. “Ed. This is a varsity basketball ring.”

Eddie nodded again. “That’s the other reason I’m nervous introducing you to him. We were both targets of jock bullies in school until we became untouchable through admittedly very different ways. You with auto body and me with metal.”

He sat down and then back up again. “And I won’t lie and say he wasn’t like that, but after getting a concussion he started to realize popularity wasn’t all it cracked up to be so he joined drama, ditched his asshole friends and–”

“Who are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Wayne interjected gently.

Eddie blushed. “He’s just so good, Uncle Wayne.”

“So why are you trying so hard to convince me?”

Eddie gulped and sat down on the sofa, hard.

“Because it’s Steve Harrington.”

Wayne stared at him for a moment and then moved to sit next to him on sofa. “We’ve talked about him before, what so different this time?”

“He wants to meet you for a start,” Eddie said furrowing his brow. “Like even the boys that were out when they were with me didn’t want to do that. He bitched out a bunch of boys in the locker room for ragging on me. And I didn’t hear that one from him by the way. I overheard a couple of guys from his gym class talking about it. When I asked it about it later, he brushed it off like it wasn’t a big deal.”

“It wasn’t a big deal to defend you against bullies?” Wayne asked, eyes wide.

“Yeah.”

Wayne licked his lips slowly. “All right, let’s meet this boy of yours. When is he coming over?”

“Today at noon?” Eddie said with a grimace.

Wayne looked around at the newly tidied trailer and simply said. “Ah.”

“He’s bringing pizza for lunch,” Eddie said sheepishly, “if that helps.”

“Depends from where.”

Eddie pushed him playfully. “You are such a pizza snob, God!”

There was a knock on the door and Wayne looked at his watch. “Looks like your boy is a little early.”

Eddie blushed.

“I wonder if I can have him teach that trick to you,” he said rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

He got up to get the door and had his hand on the doorknob before Eddie came to his senses.

“Don’t you dare open that door, old man,” he said scrambling to the door. “I won’t have you to scare him off because of his pizza choices.”

Wayne laughed, but let Eddie open the door. On the other side was a grinning Steve.

“I hope Carlos’s Pizza is good enough,” he said holding up the two large boxes.

Wayne took the boxes from him and peeked into the top one. “You’ll do.”

He wandered off into the kitchen for plates.

Eddie grabbed Steve by the lapels of his stupid Members Only jacket and hauled him inside to kiss the daylights out him.

Steve yelped in surprise, but went willingly into his boyfriend’s arms.

“You brought pizza from the only Italian pizzeria in town,” Eddie breathed. “He is going to love you.”

Steve laughed. “I have an Italian grandmother and rich parents, we only have ever gotten pizza at Carlos’s.”

Wayne stopped short in the small area between the kitchen and the front room, pizza shoved in his mouth. He swallowed roughly.

“I hadn’t thought about that,” Wayne said a little sheepishly. “Of course he brought good pizza.”

Steve couldn’t help feel like that had lost him points.

“I’ve set some plates out for you two,” Wayne said, jutting his thumb behind him.

Eddie and Steve went to kitchen. The plates didn’t match, but Steve couldn’t find it in him to care.

Eddie opened the top box and grimaced.

He went to pull out a slice, but Steve slid the bottom box out and opened it for him.

“Cheese?” Eddie asked looking into the new box. “You bought me a cheese pizza?”

Steve smiled. “Sure. You always pick off the pepperoni off your pizza when we had it at school.”

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before snapping it shut to kiss Steve senseless.

“I didn’t know you noticed that,” he admitted shyly.

Steve laughed. “Dude, you used to throw the pieces into Tommy H’s hair.”

Eddie giggled. “Oops!”

They went out to the front room and Eddie sat on the sofa, and Steve sat on the floor between Eddie’s knees.

Wayne raised an eyebrow at Eddie’s meatless pizza, causing Eddie to blush.

“So Eddie tells me you’re dating now,” Wayne said after polishing off one of the slices he picked up for himself.

“Yes, sir,” Steve said, curling one hand around Eddie’s calf and rubbing it soothingly.

“You’re not worried about what’s gonna happen to two boys out in Bumfuck, Indiana?”

Steve looked up at Eddie and then back to Wayne. “Not really. I probably should. I know it’s dangerous. But I’m tired of hiding who I am to be palpable for other people.”

“You aren’t worried about what your parents are going to think?” Wayne pressed.

Steve shrugged. “They’d have to actually be home to do shit.”

Eddie and Wayne shared a glance over Steve’s head.

“What do you mean, baby?” Eddie asked softly.

“They started taking trips together when I turned sixteen,” he explained, picking at the crust of his pizza, tearing off little chunks. “The trips have gotten longer and longer the older I’ve gotten. Some days, I don’t think they remember they have a son.”

Wayne wanted to poke that statement a little bit more, but Steve was already shutting down.

“They will find out eventually,” Wayne said gently. “It’s not as though they aren’t completely disconnected from the Hawkins rumor mill.”

Again Steve rubbed Eddie’s calf, a move Eddie was starting sense was about Steve’s comfort and not his own.

“They didn’t come home when Billy Hargrove bashed my head in with a plate for stepping between him and a black fourteen year old kid for daring to hang out with his step-sister.”

The glance between Wayne and Eddie was far more concerned the last.

“Is that why you came to school after missing a couple of days with your face all black and blue?” Eddie asked softly, not sure he could say it louder. Not with Wayne nearby.

Steve nodded. ���Quit the basketball team after that. That got my dad calling let me tell you. Hurt and in the hospital in the second major concussion in two years, fucking crickets. Quit the basketball team, on the phone screaming about wrecking my chances to get into a good college.”

“That’s more reason to be concerned, you realize?” Wayne asked.

Steve sighed. “Probably. But when I turned eighteen, I opened my own bank account and have been stashing away money to get out if I needed to.”

Eddie bristled at that. “You shouldn’t have to.”

Steve shrugged again. “I’ve been wanting to get out that house for a while now, and I have enough saved up to do it. Which probably why I outed myself, I guess. I knew I could walk away if I needed to.”

“So why Eddie?”

Steve blushed. He looked up at him with a dopey grin. “I’ve had a crush on him for years. Hell, my first major girlfriend was essentially fem!Eddie. Beautiful, dark curly hair, deep soulful eyes...” He ducked his head in embarrassment.

“Years?” Eddie asked. “Seriously?”

Steve stroked Eddie’s calf again and hummed in agreement. “Yeah. Ever since I started high school. You were so unapologetically yourself standing up to bullies, making sure the weirdos, freaks, and outcasts were taken care of. God, how I wished I could be one of your sheep. But I had to have the right friends, date the right people, take the right classes. So I watched you from afar.”

He looked up at Wayne. “Did he tell you how we got together?”

“Yup,” he said, sucking on his teeth.

“All of it?”

“Yup.”

Eddie laughed. “Sorry, sweetheart. I tell him everything.”

Steve shook his head. “That must be so nice.” He scratched his cheek. “When Eddie told me he was into me, that it wasn’t just about having sex, I wanted to make sure everyone knew how much I was into him.”

Eddie leaned down a kissed the top of his head. “That’s because you love loud, Stevie. And I wouldn’t have any other way.”

Steve kissed Eddie’s knee as a thank you.

“Ed said that you seemed to recognize the doubts in his head,” Wayne said, “and take steps to combat them before they took root.”

Steve blushed. “Oh, I didn’t even realize I was doing that. I just knew all the fears I had and what I would have liked my partner to do to allay them. And then did that.”

“You’re so sweet, babe.” Eddie ran his fingers through Steve’s hair and he leaned into the touch with a sigh.

Steve laid his head on Eddie’s knee, soaking up the comfort. Eddie kicked Steve’s thigh with his foot.

“Eat up, Stevie,” he murmured.

Steve straightened up and began to eat. The rest of the meal, descending into a comfortable silence.

They cleaned up and Steve let them keep the leftovers.

Steve said goodbye to Eddie and Wayne and him walked out to their vehicles together, Wayne for work and Steve to the final practice before the last performance.

Wayne patted his shoulder. “You’re a good kid, Steve. And if you ever need a place to run to, run here.”

Steve blushed for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon, but nodded. As he got into his car and pulled away he shook his head fondly. In the space of two hours, he had found himself a home.

The last two days had really changed his life. He had someone who loved him for who he was and a place to run to if things got bad. The ugly step-sister didn’t need a prince to happy, all it took was one earnestly sincere metalhead and Steve would take that over Prince Charming anyway. Especially since the prince had been played by Tommy H.

#my writing #ladykailtiha writes #trouble with technology #editing #ao3

[redacted-metallum]

Image description: two scans from the 1980 edition of the TSR Advanced Dungeons and Dragons sourcebook Deities and Demigods.  The first is of the text accompanying the entry for Hastur, a full transcript of which is under a readmore link.  The second is a close-up of the illustration and depicts a lizard like creature covered in tentacles behind a castle.  It is considerably larger than the castle and there is a bolt of lightning in the background.  The upper right corner has a stylized signature of the letters E and O, indicating that Erol Otus is the illustrator of this particular image.

End image description.

My dad owns a copy of the Deities and Demigods book from before the copyright strike, and I haven’t seen any scans of Hastur from it around tumblr so.  Here it is!  The whole thing is very influenced by August Derleth’s interpretation of the Cthulhu Mythos, and I have Opinions about that, but this is specifically where the “don’t say Hastur’s name more than four times or he’ll come Get You” thing comes from, which I think is a very neat bit of history and trivia!

One other thing I find interesting is that there is no mention of The King in Yellow (the play) in this section.  There is also no mention of the Yellow Sign, Cassilda, or Camilla, though Lake Hali and Carcosa are mentioned as part of an “alien planet”.

The book is credited to James M. Ward and Robert J. Kuntz, and edited by Lawrence Schick.

The illustrations are credited to the following: Jeff Dee, Erol Otus, Eymoth, Darlene Pekul, Paul Jaquays, Jim Roslof, David S. LaForce, David C. Sutherland III, Jeff Lanners, and D. A. Trampier.

Text transcript is as follows:

HASTUR THE UNSPEAKABLE (He Who Must Not Be Named) “Master of the Air” Greater God

ARMOR CLASS: -2 MOVE: 36″/36″ HIT POINTS: 400 NO. OF ATTACKS: 2 DAMAGE/ATTACK: 20-200/20-200 SPECIAL ATTACKS: See below SPECIAL DEFENSES: See below MAGIC RESISTANCE: 50% SIZE: L (600′ TALL) ALIGNMENT: Chaotic evil WORSHIPER’S ALIGN: Chaotic evil SYMBOL: Image of the god PLANE: Prime Material Plane (distant planet) CLERIC/DRUID: Nil FIGHTER: As 16+ HD monster MAGIC-USER/ILLUSIONIST: 23rd level in each THIEF/ASSASSIN: Nil MONK/BARD: Nil PSIONIC ABILITY: I S: 25 (+7. +14)  I: 22  W: 23  D: 21  C: 23  CH: -4

This god has a scaled, elongated body, a lizard’s head and maw, and taloned lizard claws.  It also has 200 tentacles projecting from its body that give it the ability to sense all things around it.  It is able to strike twice per round and also attack magically.

At will, it can teleport anywhere in the Prime Material Plane.  Hastur regenerates 5 hit points per melee round, and can summon 2-20 Byakhee to aid it in battle.  It cannot be magically controlled.  Creatures that are able to fly naturally will never attack Hastur, even if controlled.  Any being trying to attack the god must make a saving throw against fear.

Hastur is half-brother to Cthulhu, and like him Hastur has been imprisoned by the star-shaped Elder Sign.  He lies in a crypt at the bottom of Lake Hali near the alien city of Carcosa.  Hastur exists partly on the Prime Material Plane (and this part is imprisoned in the crypt) and partly on the Elemental Plane of Air (thus he is immune to cold and the vacuum of space).  Hastur is never more than partially on the Prime Material Plane and is therefore not completely solid.  This accounts for much of his great size.

Any time the name “Hastur” is spoken, there is a 25% chance that Hastur will here and send 1-4 Byakhee to slay the speaker.  If the Byakhee are defeated, there is a 25% chance that Hastur himself will appear to destroy the blasphemer.

#cthulhu mythos #hastur #the king in yellow #dnd #carcosa #advanced dungeons and dragons #deities and demigods

[poorks]

Could you give us a rundown of RP Sylvain’s lore?

Also a run down of his pregnancy

I was gonna say "oh I did!" then I found the post with RP Sylvain and Victoire and I didn't say ANYTHING. Shame on me.

So the children that Maidens give birth to are referred to as Heroes, which are children of the Goddess, in her image, essentially demigods meant to expel whatever monster children Vivi plagues mortalkind with.

Sylvain was born to Avery (who is in the RP twice because we found an extra role for him in the present day, we do this with Claire too because its fun) who heard about the legendary Maidens and bargained with the Goddess to be one. The birthmark on Sylvain's face is her mark as a reminder of this.

Sylvain was also gifted with an ability he calls his Sight. He can see past, presents, and futures at a touch, and the visions are tangibly real to him. It makes time a difficult thing for him to parse, and in a way he exists on the edge of temporal space.

Sylvain was supposed to kill Ryuuji the Dragon, a young man of monstrous appearance who had a total command over fire. During a battle, Sylvain was given a discarded cloak of Ryuuji's to study for intelligence. He saw Ryuuji's past, his present, and his future, and he fell hopelessly in love with his enemy.

Instead of doing his duty from birth and slaying the monster, he cast down his weapons and his armor and made a declaration of love. The fighting ended from this, and the two children of the goddesses found love in each other. When a Hero completes their task, they're allowed up to the Heavens with the Goddess Lotte to serve from above. Because Sylvain did not do what he was told and did not kill Ryuuji, he was not allowed with her. So for hundreds of years he remained on the soil with the mortals and his story has been told enough times that people aren't sure if he really is still around or not.

In the Abyss there's a river from an old monster king that used to be a moat. It would halt invaders by impregnating them as they soaked in the water, leaving them unable to fight if they waded for too long. Sylvain and Ryuuji decided they wanted a child, so Sylvain dipped himself into these waters. But as a punishment, and likely out of fear for a child being born with the blood of all three realms, the gods cursed him with an immensely slow pregnancy. He's been pregnant for 500 or so years by the time of the RP and his belly is just barely showing, and there's no telling how long it will take him to finally give birth.

Sylvain's emblem is of the wise raven, and he's often sought after for advice by those who still believe in him. To some, his name is tarnished and his legacy is one of a coward. To others, his story is an inspirational one of compassion and love.

#rpverse #sylvain #also he and ryuuji are freaky and a formal invite to their home 9/10 times is a sex invitation

[jinjahime]

yōkai background breakdown for uno & reiko :

uno

uno is a mix of two yōkai, a nure onago (wet girl) and kawahime (river princess); nure onago are yōkai born of strong feelings of loss, abandonment, and grief, specifically from widows of drowning victims or sailors lost at sea. nure onago appear as young women with wet, matted hair, often with leaves and sticks in it, and their bodies are constantly dripping, as if having just left water or if caught in the rain. the "trick" of a nure onago, which is not so much a trick but simply their nature, is that if they come across a human who offers them help or pity due to their bedraggled state, and if they smile at the human and the human returns their smile, then they will essentially bond themselves to that human for the rest of their lives. this bond is considered unfortunate, as the nure onago will still drip water everywhere, constantly smelling of swamp water and mildew. as far as yōkai go, nure onago are harmless, but it's said that their presence alone is enough to ruin a person's life.

kawahime, conversely, also appear as "beautiful women", (although in some cases they're described as having more kappa-like features,) but are far less harmless than nure onago. kawahime are said to entice young men, making them fall in love with them, before draining the men of their life force. in one particular legend, it was said that a kawahime attempted to bewitch a young man, only for him to slice at the thread she was weaving in an attempt to scare her off. after telling his friend what had occurred, the friend informed the man that his sword would be useless if he attempted to cut the kawahime again, and so when he went back the next day, he slayed the kawahime using his friend's sword. using this part of folklore, uno is unable to be harmed by the same weapon twice (not that she is really combat-capable on her own).

reiko

reiko, unlike uno, is not a full yōkai; instead, reiko is descended from a yōkai known as the jinja hime. jinja hime (shrine princess) are yōkai known as servants of ryūgū (the palace of the dragon god, ryūjin). jinja hime rarely interact with humans, with their lives largely spent underwater- however there were numerous tales of sightings of jinja hime, where they came to the shore and delivered prophecies, claiming that those who saw their image would avoid troubles and live long lives.

normally, (per my own yōkai lore™), yōkai that procreate with non-yōkai end up with offspring that are a completely different yōkai classification than that of the yōkai parent of the relationship; for example, although reiko's direct ancestry is a jinja hime, her sons are instead more connected to genbu and wani. reiko, however, is an exception to this; although her ancestor's direct children were half-yōkai, as the family lineage changed, the yōkai connection grew further and further, leading to the knowledge of yōkai ancestry to simply be considered an old family tale. reiko, having an unusually strong spiritual connection to her ancestor umiko (for reasons she does not yet know,) reignited the yōkai ancestry connection, allowing her to have abilities of a jinja hime, effectively making her half-yōkai like the direct descendents of her ancestor, despite there having been no half-yōkai descendents since umiko's original children.

#lore. 雨乃 #lore. 黒崎霊子

[wigglesdtuff]

In celebration of her birthday: any Robin hcs?

OH YES!!!

I love thinking about her and I STILL HAVE SOME TIME BEFORE IT'S NOT HER BIRTHDAY!

These are random because I'm trying to remember the ones I've talked to my friends about. I've never actually listed out headcanons before LOL

I think that (starting in Skypiea after Sanji gave her that flower) she presses flowers/flora from all the different islands they visit, much like how Nami keeps a detailed log.

My friends and I have joked that she texts like she is writing a very formal email and I just think that would be very charming. (Like she starts a casual text with a "Dear Franky," and everyone just goes along with it because it's endearing).

Okay this one is anime only, but I like to think that she started drawing after she met and grew attached to Soran from her time in Tequila Wolf since we don't see her draw until after the time skip. I think she drew some of the crew when she was missing them a lot during their two year separation. Now she keeps doing it because it's a fun little hobby! She and Usopp bond over it like they do gardening!

You can find my ramblings and theories for Robin and Luffy being siblings here. I just think they spend a lot of time together in their down time, she's very endeared by her peculiar little captain. He lets her steal his hat sometimes or she will absolutely play keep-away with it to keep him entertained if necessary for the crew.

Less of a headcanon and more just something that's true, but I think about it a lot, is that she absolutely still has bangs after the timeskip they are just grown out/pulled back (she has them sideswept in several color spreads and in Dressrosa). The headcanon part is that I think she did this to try and change up her appearance to avoid immediate detection (her bangs are prominent in both of her pre-ts wanted posters), though this is rendered moot upon her post-Dressrosa poster.

I think she absolutely still Dereshishishishi's as an adult when she's distressed, we just don't see it because the Straw Hats bring her so much genuine joy she's rarely down for long. I imagine she has bad days that we don't see, though.

Supposing Frobin is real and true like it is, I think that she gravitates toward him because he is so good at genuinely making her laugh (on top of his kindness and all of his many positive qualities) and he reminds her of Saul. Even in a non-shipping sense, I think that he and the other Straw Hats embody that "laughing brings you joy" that Saul was all about, and that's neat (again not really a HC, just a thing I like).

I think after Long Ring Long Land she enjoys skating and I think that they should go to a roller rink, it would be fun. I'm right about this one and Oda/Toei should listen to me.

IF there was an in-universe equivalent of The Lord of the Rings, she would be the biggest fan and know every piece of lore possible. Chopper has absolutely heard everything about it at least twice - happily!

Brook is to Robin as Usopp is to Nami, except Robin goes really hard on the "playful meanness." Brook is fine with this, I imagine. They are simply besties.

She's into the drama. She loves to hear the gossip, but is rarely involved. Yes she will eavesdrop. Yes she will stir the pot.

She pranks with the best of them, she's just harder to catch!

Robin likes to thrift shop rather than buy brand name stuff because she likes the idea that the clothes and things have a story. This will explain her many eclectic fashion choices, but she still manages to slay. Nami prefers the name brand stuff because now they can afford it. She and Nami have a lot of fun dressing the crew.

A lot of characters go to her when they're sad (to which she appreciates feeling needed/wanted) and she is like the best at comforting since it's something she had to do for herself for so long! Alternatively, she could also be really bad at it and is too morbid for some. It depends on the situation.

She is very touch starved - not in a romantic or sensual sense either, she just very much relies on touch based on the nature of her powers (she can feel everything, but rarely is it like. a fun time). So she likes genuine contact from others (hugs, handshakes, high fives, sitting close, etc) but does not know how to initiate a lot of the time so she ends up not always getting the affection she craves BUT as she opens up more I imagine she'd be able to communicate that with others (especially Franky!)

Confirmed secret theater kid. Absolutely can sing and will sing, but it's rare. Brook and her often duet.

OKAY I did not intend to keep writing but it was too much fun to think about!

I could probably come up with some more, but alas! Happy birthday Nico Robin, truly the character of ever.

#Nico Robin #headcanons #one piece #robin one piece #wtt asks

[monsterthalia]

Happy Friday to you x3 For DADW I'd love to see some Lavellan/Solas with the prompt: “I promise I’ll come back.” Only if you feel inspired to of coruse ^^ Happy writing x3

Hello! Thank you for the prompt!

For @dadrunkwriting Rating: T (for language, mostly) Pairing: Lavellan/Solas Words: 827

Adamant fortress was a day’s ride away, and decisions that had been put off had to be made. Cullen was hunched over a map of the area assembled from old accounts and new scouts’ reports, muttering to himself and moving little models around, with Leliana interjecting things like “No, my scouts report a crumbling wall there, if the sappers attack from this angle…”

Rowan was checking her bow, a new creation from Dagna, a beauty of obsidian and phoenix scales, sparking with a Master Demon-Slaying Rune. The arrows flew from it straight and true and easy as breathing - significantly easier, actually, given the humidity and the smog this deep into the Western Approach, and the knot of anxiety that had taken up residence in her chest since she'd looked at Cullen’s maps and considered the assault she was ‘leading’ tomorrow.

“Have you decided who you will be taking with you?” Cassandra asked.

Rowan nodded. “Blackwall, Varric and Dorian. It’s Warden shit, it’s Hawke shit, it’s Tevinter shit, and they’ll all whine at me if I leave them at home. We’ve got Loghain as another front line fighter, and Hawke-” Is definitely not a blood mage, no sir. “- is a formidable battle mage.”

Cassandra nodded, approving of the choices. “I will alert you when we are moving out. Try to rest before then.”

“Of course. Thanks.”

Rowan returned to practising her shooting, finding that a far easier form of meditation than trying to lie down amidst the hubbub of an army on the march. Not long after Cassandra had left, Solas appeared and took up the Seeker’s position at her side.

“I understand you have chosen the team to accompany you into the Fortress.”

She lowered her bow, wincing. “Yeah. I thought Dorian would serve best as the group mage, given his experience with Tevinter magic. And magisters, in general.”

Solas quirked a brow. “You are quick to assume I have no experience of magisters and their like. But I did not actually come to lament not being selected. No, I came to suggest that you take Cole.”

Rowan blinked. “Yeah?”

“He seems to have some affinity with the place. And given we have such uncertainty regarding the mental state of many of the Wardens, he may be able to provide some insight.”

Rowan shifted her feet, not looking at him. “I don’t know. Isn’t he a spirit of compassion?”

“For all intents and purposes, yes.”

“Doesn’t hurling him at an army and asking him to fight them seem… I don’t know, against his nature?” Her Keeper had given her many lectures on spirits, mostly warnings and stories which always seemed to end in foolish Firsts turning into abominations and destroying their entire Clans. 

“I think we can trust him to only hurt those he believes to be hurting others,” said Solas.

Rowan huffed. “And I think there are enough dangerous variables at play to think twice before adding another.”

“I do not believe Cole is dangerous - or at least, would never be a danger to you,” he allowed with a begrudging smile.

Rowan nodded. “All right - if he wants to come, he can. But I’d rather he not directly engage in the fighting if it can be avoided.”

“I am sure you will have the opportunity to brief him yourself.” Solas was silent for a moment, and looked at Rowan with a serious expression. “I understand the plan is for you and your team to fight your way to Warden-Commander Clarel.”

“Yes.”

“Then take this.” He handed over a Lifeward pendant. “You have never been in a battle of this size before, and you must understand how crucial your survival is to the efforts of the Inquisition.”

“Oh Solas, the romance is too much.” Rowan took the pendant, rolling her eyes and grinning. “I never thought you cared so much about - the Inquisition. If I died, what would you do without - the Inquisition?”

Solas frowned. “Forgive me if I would rather not joke about your death.”

“At least your days would be a lot quieter without me pestering you with questions.”

“My days would be empty without you.”

Rowan’s heart swooped a little. Stop it. Stupid heart. But his words had the force of a promise, and his face was set in determination as he stepped in closer, and raised a hand to her cheek.

“The Inquisition would be over without you, and saving the world demands my total dedication,” he said in a quiet voice, “but do not think, for a moment, that my feelings towards you demand anything less.” He leaned in further, touching his forehead to hers, and continued, “You are my vhenan. You are my heart. If you saved the world tomorrow, that would not change.” He traced a thumb over her lower lip, and smiled. “So come back to me.”

Rowan barely nodded, the tiniest movement, but even that could be felt clearly, with how closely they were standing. “I will,” she promised.

#dragon age #dadrunkwriting

[dollarbin]

Dollar Bin #20:

Dump's International Airport

My famous brother's always been a big deal.

I remember his first peewee soccer game. Both teams just ran after him in a pack while he scored goal after goal. "Dear Lord Baby Jesus," I asked, "why is my little brother already a bigger deal than me?"

Nothing's happened ever since to disabuse me of my inherent secondary status. Just check him out today. He's in a killer band and I can't sing Happy Birthday on key; he blogs about Pharaoh Sanders and Sonic Youth for the mad rushing crowd while I blog about him for you twelve people; he's interviewed 2/3 of Crazy Horse, Richard Thompson and Robyn Hitchcock (twice!) and my cat won't even listen to me; he has a glorious head of hipster hair on top of his six foot frame; my bald spot swells and shines far beneath his stately chin.

Even so, there are a few things we have in common, and at the top of that list is the firm conviction that James McNew is a very big deal. A good drinking game would be chugging every time my brother and I mention his name while together. You'd get plastered.

Odds are we'll ruminate on McNew's status as the best musician in Yo La Tengo (even though we revere Ira Kaplan and Georgia Hubley), next we'll wish he'd make a new solo record, then I'd insist we talk about our close encounters with James (my brother occasionally shares a byline with McNew on Aquarium Drunkard or elsewhere, usually when they're both talking about the Dead, and when he interviews McNew they sound like old friends; I like to wave and shout James's name from the pit, hoping he'll remember the time I helped him move his amps after sneaking into YLT's soundcheck in '95 at the Alligator Lounge; James always politely nods then resumes his job of shredding everyone's soul to pieces with his furious musical chops; humble guy, James).

For the uninitiated: McNew emerged from a parking lot ticket hut in the early 90's and began recording solo music sporadically under the name Dump; he put out three classic full records in the 90's, and since then has issued a collection of Prince covers and a few other sporadic releases, the most recent of which was only released on tape in Spain. That's right, I'm writing about a guy who issues his music only to Spaniards who still have tape decks; I guess we'd better add "obtusely" in front of "humble" when describing McNew.

Meanwhile, he's spent the past 30+ years as the cornerstone of the world's greatest, still-operational, rock band, Yo La Tengo.

If you need any proof that they are the gnarliest group of rock nerds this side of Sterling, Mo, Lou and what's his name, or doubt that James is their pillar of obtusely humble virtuosity, check this out (and please note I was standing next to the dude with the camcorder when this insanity went down; I'm still reeling from the experience, and I still have the setlist):

Please note, I think my expert moving of McNew's amps earlier that same day was a prime contributor to this all out sonic assault on everything Stephen Stills stands for on the band's part. Ira Kaplan appears to be wrestling a giant man-eating octopus while Georgia and James slay the beat.

On his own McNew can be fragile and tender, sounding like a shivering adolescent rather then a human behemoth (when seen from pit and James looks like he's 6'6 / 325; some of this is because Ira, and especially Geogia, are fairly miniature humans, but most of his heft comes from his God-like approach to every instrument you can imagine; he also happens to be a big dude).

Listen to him warble on Into Fall from '94; yes his guitar has a touch of wobbling hippo, but everything here is precious, and McNew shows us he's a later-day Brian Wilson. All that's missing is Wilson's budget, torment and sister-in-law lust:

But McNew can also produce music that's straight up violent, write rock anthems and lay down shambolic funk. In other words, he's a one man Yo La Tengo, masterful in every possible mood.

International Airport, a vinyl-only EP from 95, puts every one of these qualities concisely forward. We open with Words, a droning prayer that sounds like Lou Reed slipped out of a dull stint in rehab so as to sit in on the demo sessions for The Cure's Faith. A song like this should not be interesting. But it's awesome, and when the guitar shoulders in late we tremble and get excited about what lies ahead.

Side two features everything from an a cappella Kinks song sung out the window that comes complete with polite city applause, to a brutal, call the cops on your psychotic neighbor, track Laurdine.

But it's the 12 minute title track, which fills most of the A Side, that raises International Airport, which I bought upon it's release for probably $6, up to Dollar Bin hall of fame status. All hail this sprawling ode.

McNew opens the track with a Casio riff, taking his time. Bass and drums rise only gradually until, around the two minute mark, we suddenly realize we are taking off, the international terminal long gone as a second riff expands and swerves about the first, like joint eagles protecting their nest. It's lovely flying, and we have to remind ourselves that McNew is responsible for everything here. Had McNew taken this song to YLT, I don't know what more his band mate Hubley could have done on the drum track, and I have a hard time remembering that it's McNew, not Kaplan, who's wrestling the octopus this time around. Seven minutes into it we expect things to fade out majestically but McNew instead steers his increasingly interstellar song through a cosmic, psychedelic carwash, the keyboards, then guitars, sounding like angry droids with laser cannons.

Wow.

When McNew's vocals enter at the 11th hour/minute to serenade us and wave good-bye we wish he'd take us with him wherever he's going. But sadly, we're not invited. Rather, James is probably hanging out with my famous brother as we speak: two humble and deeply masterful dudes.

#Youtube #james mcnew #stephen stills still sucks #gloom and doom from the tomb #yo la tengo #aquarium drunkard #prairiewolf

[magic-in-onyx]

Await hold on!! What if...

Fakir kidnapping Mytho and holding him captive, with him being of Drosselmeyer's bloodline, was what caused the Story to not move? (As intentional or subconscious as it could have been on Fakir's side.)

Because Drosselmeyer's goal with it was to trap the characters in a perpetually reoccurring cycle of Despair, right? And Fakir shattering Mytho's heart and keeping it shattered (and letting the Sword of Lohengrin rust, only to later reforge it IN HIS OWN BLOOD which is of Drosselmeyer's own line) stopped the Story, because the point of the Story was to endlessly repeat the cycle of "everyone loves the Prince - their feelings wake the Raven - the conflicts free the Raven - the Prince fights the Raven - the Prince loses his heart". (The shard that is soaked in Raven blood is Love for more reasons than one, because Love takes on many forms, and is easily tainted, as Edel has said.) By suspending Mytho in nonfeeling darkness, Fakir effectively stops the cycle of Despair.

Enter Duck, whom Drosselmeyer personally seeks out and engages by giving her the Shard of the Prince's Hope - a both real and false hope which is to both force the Story to move, make the characters blindly believe they can succeed, but also deepen the Despair the characters would feel during the climax as Hope is unavoidably betrayed. Drosselmeyer gaslights Duck and makes her temporarily forget her origin, causing her to better adapt to the Story, which probably in some way also influences the memories of other characters, including Fakir, as the Cogs begin to turn.

This would mean that Fakir, over the course of the series, and likely more instinctively than not, stops, resumes, rewinds, breaks and resumes again, and finally completely reconstructs the Story's original narrative, in that order.

Note that he meets Siegfried just around the time he causes his parents' death as well, albeit after the fact, so around the time he stops writing (actively, that we know of).

For there to be creation, destruction must occur first. Chances of failure, of re-establishing the cycle of Despair are grand, so no wonder Fakir is so wary of Tutu, and so reluctant to agree with her mission, and believe in their success. Once he does, Duck's own Hope and Faith light the way, and not the borrowed Hope, which is also a product of Drosselmeyer's writing just as much as the Prince himself.

Fakir likewise renames Siegfried to Mytho when he 'claims' him from Drosselmeyer, and personally shatters his heart and traps him in protective limbo.

Fakir also damages the Sword of Lohengrin twice, once before the beginning of the series, (inadvertently or not,) and the second time when he breaks it while enabling Tutu to win the Shard of Love from Kreahe. (Not to mention he also inspires her dance confession, because he is the one to tell her not to speak the words of love and disappear.) A sword that is meant to belong to the Knight from the Story, but is in the end wielded by Mytho. (So is Mytho/Siegfried a knight as much as he is a Prince?) The Sword's two halves transform into two swans (a motif also on its hilt) that end up pulling the flying carriage at the end of the series. The Sword is only ever reforged in blood once, it being Fakir's (bathed in the blood of the Prince's enemy, god, captor, friend, and protector). Mytho reconstructs the two broken halves by summoning the swans to face the Raven. It is also partially wielded by Rue, who slays the Raven together with Mytho.

I'm not sure how I want to end this post, but I had to out these drabbles in writing.

Also how come, while even Fakir's and Autor's memories were altered, and complacency encouraged by the Story's influence, Charon appears to have forgotten nothing at all points in time?? If even Drosselmeyer's own Heir is made to forget his origin, and his puppet of destruction (Tutu) as well? (Autor logic-ed his way to the right conclusions.) The only other people who seem to be immune to the Story's hypnosis are the Bookmen.

Was Charon secretly a Bookman who deffected from the Order to raise the Heir to Drosselmeyer in hopes of winning against Drosselmeyer once and for all? So that this poor child would neither die as a result of Drosselmeyer's sadism, nor suffer from either his ability or the Bookmen's prosecution? So that he would be the savior of the new age?

I must be reading too much into the meta... (^^')

#princess tutu #ptutu #fakir #my fic #ao3fic #mytho #ahiru #musings #drabble #meta theory #Drosselmeyer #Rue #karon #charon

[megashadowdragon]

problems with athena in pjo

www . reddit . com/r/camphalfblood/comments/xztbi8/my_many_problems_with_athena_general/

Okay, part 4 of this series, because the gods have cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished. This time, I’ll be explaining the problems I have with Athena’s portrayal in the books. , I simply don’t like the way Riordan chose to depict the goddess of wisdom.

In Greek mythology, my three favorite gods are Hades, Hestia and Athena, so to say I was disappointed with Riordan’s version of the goddess would be an understatement. To explain why, I will be comparing the book version with her mythological counterpart quite a bit. Let’s do this then, here are my problems with Athena in Percy Jackson:

1) She is unhelpful

In Greek mythology, Athena is considered the patron of heroes. While most gods have helped heroes from time to time (especially Hermes), Athena is the one who is truly dedicated to it. As the goddess of wisdom, she would often give advice to heroes, bless them or give them items.

A good example of Athena’s generosity is the story of Perseus 1.0. When Perseus is sent on a quest to slay Medusa by king Polydectes, Athena and Hermes give him gifts that will help on the mission. Hermes gives him a sword and winged sandals, while Athena gives him a reflective shield so that Perseus doesn’t have to look directly at Medusa. Without their help, he would have failed.

Another example of Athena being helpful can be found in the myth of the Trojan War, in a hilarious way. In the story, she blesses Diomedes and helps him see the gods fighting on the battlefield. She tells him to avoid all of the gods, except Aphrodite, who pretty much caused the war single-handedly. Athena basically put a target on Aphrodite’s back and left. It worked, too. Aphrodite was injured and had to leave the battlefield.

Besides Perseus and Diomedes, Athena has helped Heracles, Bellerophon, Jason 1.0, Cadmus and Odysseus. In The Odyssey, she’s actually the most important god.

Riordan’s Athena, on the other hand, doesn’t do much to help heroes. I recall her helping exactly twice, though calling the first example help is a stretch: when she disguises herself as a tour guide in Titan’s Curse and when she asks Hermes to tell Percy about the rivers and Annabeth about plan 23 in The Last Olympian. Here are the scenes in question:

The doors opened.

"Go right ahead, folks," the tour guide told us. "Another ranger is waiting for you at the end of the corridor."

I didn't have much choice but to go out with the group.

"And young man," the tour guide called. I looked back. She'd taken off her glasses. Her eyes were startlingly gray, like storm clouds. "There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it."

The doors closed with the tour guide still inside, leaving me alone.

"Bah," Hermes said. "Your mother said to warn you that you are on your own. You must hold Manhattan without the help of the gods. As if I didn't know that. Why they pay her to be the wisdom goddess, I'm not sure."

"Anything else?" Annabeth asked.

"She said you should try plan twenty-three. She said you would know what that meant."

Annabeth's face paled. Obviously she knew what it meant, and she didn't like it. "Go on."

"Last thing." Hermes looked at me. "She said to tell Percy: 'Remember the rivers.' And, um, something about staying away from her daughter."

I honestly agree with Hermes here, but more on that later. I hesitate to count Athena’s appearance in Titan’s Curse as help. Riordan made it look like she was helpful, but she really wasn’t. She didn’t tell Percy about the flying statues, she just fed him a useless platitude and left. The second time, though, she was actually useful, for the first time in five books.

I understand that Athena and Poseidon don’t get along and that Percy is his son, but you’d think the goddess of wisdom would be able to put that aside to help heroes save the world. Until book five, however, she is content doing nothing.

I also have to mention the many kids she has sacrificed to try to get the Athena Parthenos back. In Greek mythology, Athena had one son when Hephaestus tried and failed to assault her. Even with the horrifying origin of his birth, she adopted the child, yet Riordan's Athena has no problems sending her children to their deaths, one after the other.

2) She is petty

This might come as a shock to some of you, as Greek mythology is full of horrible stories, but Athena is a genuinely good goddess in the myths. The best example I can give to show how different she was from gods like Zeus and Aphrodite is the story of Arachne.

In Mark of Athena, Arachne tells Annabeth that Athena cursed her to be a spider out of envy. This version of the story, however, was told by Ovid, author of the Metamorphoses, who, bitter about being exiled by Augustus, rewrote already existing myths to paint the gods as more irrational and unfair.

In another version, when Arachne begins to say she is a better weaver than Athena, the goddess reacts by disguising herself as an old lady to talk to her. Arachne, not realizing she was talking to the goddess, continues to boast and says she’d challenge Athena to a contest if she could.

Athena reveals herself and accepts the challenge. The goddess creates a tapestry depicting the gods on Mount Olympus, while Arachne chooses to depict the gods at their worst, including the stories about Zeus and Poseidon. You know which ones. Offended by the subject, Athena destroys Arachne’s tapestry. The latter reacts by becoming depressed and attempting suicide. Athena saves her life by turning her into a spider, so she could still weave.

Gods like Zeus or Hera wouldn’t have bothered with any of this. They would have simply cursed Arachne on the spot. Not Athena. She gave Arachne every chance to learn humility, and only when she didn’t learn and tried to kill herself did she turn her into a spider.

Riordan’s Athena is not like this. She does a good job of disguising her pettiness as cold logic, but reason has nothing to do with her decisions. Killing Percy in Titan’s Curse was the wrong decision, both morally and strategically, for reasons I’ll explain in my next point, yet she still tried to get him killed, because he was a son of Poseidon who had become friendly with her daughter, and she couldn’t accept that. She does this right after he saved Annabeth, too.

She shows her pettiness once again in The Last Olympian, when she bothered to include “stay away from my daughter” in the message to Percy in the middle of a war. You’d think she’d have other priorities, but you'd be wrong.

I also have to talk about her hatred for the Romans. This one is understandable, but still wrong. Athena wanted Annabeth to genocide the Romans in MoA. Granted, she was unstable then, but I’m counting it, because I saw this scene not as Athena not being herself, but as her losing the ability to lie and keep her composure. Considering everything I saw of her before that moment, that was Athena at her most honest.

A goddess of wisdom should be able to overcome prejudices and see the bigger picture, but Riordan’s Athena is completely incapable of doing so. She is guided by hatred and contempt, which she disguises as cold logic and wise counsel. Riordan turned the goddess of strategy into a disingenuous Nemesis.

3) She is not smart, wise, logical or strategic

For a goddess of wisdom, Athena is wrong a remarkable number of times in the story. In fact, she's wrong more often than she is right.

I mentioned that killing Percy in Titan's Curse was, strategically, the wrong choice. Here is the logic I used to reach that conclusion: it is said in the books that fewer and fewer campers show up each year. Some disappear, some join Luke and some die. By Titan's Curse, there aren't that many left. If the gods had killed a demigod right after he helped save an Olympian, it would have been game over for them. Any shred of loyalty and goodwill Camp Half-Blood still had for them would have been destroyed. If Percy is left alive, they might lose. If Percy is killed, they definitely lose.

Athena must have known this would happen. She has enough foresight for that. She did it anyway, since her goal wasn't to save Olympus, but to spite Poseidon. Naturally, she condescendingly talks to Percy after the audience and defeats him in an argument. Impressive, isn't she? Somehow, she managed to beat a 14 year old in a debate. What an astonishing display of eloquence and knowledge.

Athena was also wrong in trying to prevent Percy and Annabeth's relationship. Not only would they not have survived without each other, Luke and Kronos could not have been defeated if Percy didn't love her so much , since that’s the only reason he stopped attacking Luke in TLO. Athena was so focused on Percy being a son of Poseidon that she didn't judge him on his own merits, like the real Athena would have done.

I must also mention the Romans. If Annabeth had listened to Athena and encouraged war, Gaea would have won and both camps would have been destroyed.

One cannot be wise and prejudiced at the same time. By putting her vendettas before the good of Olympus, the world and her children, Athena shows us that "goddess of wisdom" is just a title. Someone who actually shows wisdom in the books is Hestia. She talks to Percy without arrogance and calmly tries to nudge him into making the right choice in the end. Riordan's Athena doesn't seem to realize that it doesn't matter how right or smart you are. If you treat people poorly, they won't want to listen to you.

4) The brain children

This one is just personal preference. If you like the concept of brain children, that's fine, but I think it's needlessly complicated. The way I see it, all Riordan had to do to have children of Athena in the story was to have her children be adopted. Basically the same thing Artemis does with her Hunters, but without the oath of servitude and immortality.

Riordan had a precedent for this in the story I mentioned about Athena and Hephaestus, and it would have worked out perfectly. Athena could have simply adopted children she saw potential in. This would also explain why her children respect her so much.

As it stands, though, Athena creates magic brain children by having cool conversations with mortals, who she then forces to accept the children. I highly doubt every single mortal parent was on board with the idea of raising a demigod. Annabeth herself says that her father didn't want to, though that might have been her insecurity talking.

Riordan seems to have forgotten adoption is a thing. Artemis can adopt kids, so why shouldn't Athena, Hestia and Hera be able to? Their cabins don't have to be empty just because they don't get frisky with mortals.

The way Riordan portrayed Athena in the books was pretty shocking to me. Aphrodite and Apollo were depicted as good deities, despite their myths being full of examples of them being cruel, so why did Hades and Athena get portrayed as selfish, stupid and petty? They are two of the best gods in Greek mythology and Riordan ruined them for no reason. It’s a shame people didn’t get to see how awesome Athena is because of these problems.

So yeah, another essay done. Hope you liked it.

This post is sponsored by Poseidon. Get your very own pegasus by dissing Athena in the comment section.

One of the issues in the Book Series is that I think the whole Athena's mind-children should't existed. First, it's really mess up with the mortal parent never wanting children in the first place and having to deal with the responsibilities. Second, it didn't matched Athena's personality from Mythology (She is the Patron of Heroes). I think it would be better if Athena adopted children and turned them into Demigod of hers like the Familia idea from Danmachi. I think Athena might the Character from Mythology that Rick Riordan did the worst with portraying in Book Series considering he soften Poseidon a lot. Fun Fact: Poseidon actually have more Demigod and other Children compared to Zeus, have a bad temper compared to being light back and Zeus is actually more reasonable than Poseidon in the Mythology (Like the time where Poseidon and Apollo wanted to married Hestia).

[1] The whole mind-children in the Book Series, which is questionable since it's doubtful that every single mortal parent was on board and they might already be in a relationship. Athena could have simply adopted children she saw potential in. This would also explain why her children respect her so much.

[2] Her whole treatment of Percy, with her voting in the Council to killed him. I agreed that Athena could have a bad reactionship with Poseidon, but that didn't extend to his children. Like her Foster Father is Trition, Best Friend is Pallas, Theseus is a Divine Hero of Athens and many other cases.

[3] Medusa = The Author seem choose the version, which portrayed Poseidon in the best light, while Athena is still in the bad light. I think it would be cool if he went with the version that she is a Goddess that have to deal with her modern common portrayed. Then, there is a version of the Myth where she was always a monster in the first place.

[4] Arachne = The version of the Myth that I read from School is that she committed suicide and Athena saves her life by turning her into a spider, so she could still weave.

[5] Sending her many children to their death on that Quest. Athena is super helpful to Heroes and there is way too many times to listed out (Will be here all day). She handles out a lot of magical gifts in the Mythology.

[6] The whole Roman thing, Minerva is part of the Capitoline Triad (Big Three) in Roman Mythology, which is an upgraded. Her domains are also far more impressive than Athena's. She is the Goddess of Wisdom, War, Poetry, Medicine, Weaving, Crafts, Justice, Law, Victory, Art, Schools, Strategy, Science, Trade/Commerce and Magic.

[7] Minerva, her Roman Counterpart is still a War Goddess and is highly respected. Pompey Magnus even erected a temple to Minerva in Rome using the spoils of war from his conquest in the east and dedicating those spoils to the Goddess."

Athena canonically instigated every single civil war and rebellion in western history (yeah...that is a thing) because of her statue being stolen by the Romans. It definitely wasn't a test.

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"Athena is a bitch in myths but when she wants to get things done, she gets it done. See Athena loading Perseus with so many weapons, loading Diomedes with weapons and fighting by his side when Ares tried to kill him, saving Heracles as a baby, helping him in half of his labors and his various side quests, arguing on Odysseus's behalf to Zeus to stop Poseidon from torturing Odysseus, giving Asclepius the ingredient for his death cure, etc.

By contrast, Athena's aid to her children to get her statue back consists of nothing but tossing a coin at them for over two thousand years.

"TOA confirmed that there isn't any restriction, just the gods don't give a shit. And even with the restrictions we see in canon, the gods could and have made the quests a lot easier. Ares gave Clarisse a frickin battleship (with celestial bronze ammunition and undead zombie crew to boot) and Posiedon gave Percy magic teleporting pearls that apparently even Hades in his own domain can't stop."

Zeus breaking his oath which never happened in myths and is one of the few consistent characterizations about him. Then there is the end of The Lightning Thief where Ares, proudly states in broad daylight that he's the one that planned out the entire Olympian Civil War...and yet Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades didn't just teleport right there and beat the immortal crap out of him for daring to steal their weapons (we know at least Hades should know since his Furies were watching the whole thing).

The Sea of Monsters has Zeus blamed Chiron, whom Zeus trusted enough to personally bring back to life to train his children, of all people for poisoning the pine tree which is something that I can't see Zeus from Greek myths doing. Then there is fucking TANTALUS being raised from the dead to replace him...you know the guy that is universally despised by the Olympians for being a child-killing cannibal.

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#percy jackson

[aislynnqueenofdreams]

Lost Boys OC: Abhartach

Name: Abhartach

Species: Vampire (formerly human)

Age: Unknown

Nationality: Irish

Born: Sometime before or during the 16th century AD.

Became a Vampire: Sometime during the 16th century AD.

Was imprisoned: Sometime during the 16th century AD.

Status: Alive (Imprisoned)

Gender: Male

Hair: Ginger

Eyes: Silver

Known Relatives: Unnamed son, Fallon O’Riordan (Great Great Granddaughter)

Abhartach is a former Celtic chieftain from Northern Ireland and a vampire, who forced his people to give him their blood. After two attempts to kill him failed, he was imprisoned underground, ending his reign of terror.

Appearance

It’s unclear what Abhartach exactly looked like as a human, but it’s widely agreed (based on his name) that he was shorter in stature. As a vampire, he had pronounced brow bones, high cheek bones, ginger hair, silver eyes, sharp nails, and fangs.

Biography

Little is known about Abhartach’s early life, but as an adult, he became a tyrannical chieftain who was known to dabble in the dark arts. He cast a spell to grant himself immortality with no visible results at first, but after a massive fall from his castle battlements supposedly killed him, he rose from the grave the following dusk as a vampire.

With a wooden bowl in his hands, Abhartach went from door to door, demanding villagers slit their wrists and fill his bowl or else. Most villagers complied, as they had already been scared of him when he was alive, but a few sought help to exterminate this undead menace. A neighboring chieftain tried to slay Abhartach twice, but both times he came back the next evening, demanding more blood.

After the second attempt failed, the villagers contacted either a Druid or a Christian saint for help. He revealed that Abhartach cursed himself with Droch Fhuil, “bad blood”, which means that it wasn’t possible for him to die again. All they could do was imprison him underground in order to prevent further harm. He was impaled with a yew sword, buried upside-down, covered with hawthorn branches, and a large stone was placed on top of everything else. Abhartach is still imprisoned to this day.

Legacy

Abhartach is constantly looking for ways to get out of his prison, but nothing ever takes. He’s tried to force many of his descendants to free him, but they always refuse either from a desire to protect humans or their own selfishness.

All magic comes with a price. The spell he cast not only gave Abhartach the immortality he so craved, but he also cursed himself to wander the Earth, feasting on the blood of the innocents. The curse didn’t stop with him, though. It doomed his entire bloodline to be born vampires. The most recent victim of the curse is his great great granddaughter, Fallon O’ Riordan, who moved to Santa Carla with her parents in order to get away from Abhartach’s influence.

Trivia

Unlike other known vampires like the Lost Boys, whose eyes are golden in their vampire forms, Abhartach and his descendants have silver eyes. The reason for this is because Abhartach became a vampire through the use of a magic spell. His descendants also have silver eyes because they share Abhartach’s cursed blood.

Most of Abhartach’s descendants can’t stand him and the feeling is mutual.

Because of the strange way in which he became a vampire, Abhartach is mostly unaffected by common vampire weaknesses. Even a stake through the heart isn’t enough to kill him off permanently, but instead weakens him. He is also known to be weak to the hawthorn plant, which is known for warding off evil creatures. It’s possible that he might also be weak to fire, but it can’t be said for certain.

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