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aglaias-blog · 5 months

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"Wicked Game"

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Author's note: in honour of my 9 year anniversary on this hellsite and us finally getting fed with some new hotd content, here is my contribution to whatever the craziness of the last two days was.

I saw this post by the amazing, the great @ewanmitchellcrumbs and thought that I had to post this, it was in my drafts far too long haha Feedback is welcome and appreciated 💖

TW: dub!con, MDNI, afab!reader, fem!reader, degradation kink, jealousy, hatefucking, possessiveness, Aemond is a meanie, reader is a brat

Summary: You make Aemond jealous on purpose as a punishment for him always having his eye on you. But his reaction is clearly more than you have bargained for.

Taglist: @watercolorskyy

Never before had you seen your husband this angry. Sure, he had had his moments – when you had barged into the Small Council to give the King a piece of your mind or when you had humiliated him in front of his brother – and countless other instances. But never infuriated like this.

It had been a perfectly good day in the Red Keep. You were just walking past the Armory when you had seen Ser Davios Rane. He had become a good friend of yours over the years, since you had been married to Prince Aemond. It was a simple conversation; friendly, but reserved, as usual.

The courtyard was buzzing with people in preparation for King Aegon’s name day festivities: servants running around, carrying baskets, tapestries, tableware and many other things from one place to another, the invited Lords and Ladies just arriving taking a look at the Red Keep, engaging in conversation.

Yet somehow your husband had managed to see only you - and just the part of the conversation where you had laughed at Ser Rane’s comment - and put your hand on his arm. A grave mistake, you had realised immediately.

Aemond had been by your side in an instant, cutting the conversation embarrassingly short. You hadn’t even seen him coming, it was the frightened expression on Ser Rane’s face that had betrayed the arrival of your husband.

He had scolded you in front of everybody present – quietly, of course, but it was obvious that they knew what was happening by his body language alone. Servants had stopped in their tracks to observe the humiliating spectacle, the nobility’s conversations had quietened down to hear his heated whispers. And you – well, you had only ripped your arm from the tight grip he had your wrist in, and ran away. As childish as it was, you couldn’t stand being gawked at while your husband chastised you like a little child. Of course, he had followed you, but not before throwing a threatening glare in Ser Rane’s direction. He would take care of him later.

You hadn’t meant to make him jealous – at first. It was only when you had felt his sharp gaze on you everytime you spoke with somebody – be it a servant, a Lady, a Lord, a goldcloak – that you wanted to give him something to look at. A sort of punishment for always stalking you, for never trusting you enough to follow his rules. Surely, it couldn’t hurt to teach him a little lesson?

Well, now he was chasing you through the corridors of the Keep, taking his jealousy out on you.

„Are you content now? Was it your plot to infuriate me like this?“

Your husband had talked himself into a rage since you both had left the middle bailey, following you to your shared quarters. His face was marred by unadulterated wrath, his predatory gaze focused only on you.

„You are a Princess of this house! You’re much too sharp to think that it would be seemly to throw yourself at some goldcloak in this shameful manner!“

You had only wished to make him a little jealous – you should have known better. There was no moderation with Aemond Targaryen, only extremes. And once he whipped himself into this obsessive state, he was insufferable to be around. No word of explanation would get through to him.

„Did you think that I wouldn’t see? Attracting the attention of a mere goldcloak, in broad daylight, too, like a common whore!“

You couldn’t stand the thought of being in his presence any longer. He would drive you insane, you were sure of it! So, once in your quarters, you ran to open the door to your bedchamber and darted inside.

The sound of the lock turning sounded absurdly loud in the sudden silence.

„Open the door.“

His voice sounded treacherously calm.

You had leant against the table opposite the door, your trembling fingers gripping it tightly, your chest heaving with quick breaths of anticipation. What could he do now?

Tipping your head back, the tense giddiness in your body broke out of you in gleeful laughter.

„Open the door. Now!“

Oh, how you loved having him at your mercy.

„Say ‚Please, my love, be so kind as to open the door‘!“, you yelled, giggling.

„No“, was the only response that passed through the door.

„Fuck you, then!“

Your anger had returned with a sudden force. Who did he think he was? He had humiliated you in front of everybody, the whole court had borne witness to your embarrassment! How did he have the gall to talk to you as if to a little child? He could rot in the seventh Hell for all you cared!

He hadn’t responded yet. The sudden silence was highly suspicious. Did he give up - had he actually left? Oh, he was no fun!

Your victorious smile was wiped from your face the moment you heard the crash. Through splintered wood flying into all directions, your husband appeared on the threshold – breathing heavily, bearing his teeth, his gaze wild - the embodiment of fury.

After three quick strides he lunged himself at you – his hand painfully gripping your jaw, towering over you.

„You forget yourself, wife“, he snarled through gritted teeth, the vein in his forehead throbbing.

„You should have the good sense to remember your place.“

You simply stared up him calmly, defiantly, searching for the darkness in his eye that let you know that he was almost there, almost – before spitting in his face.

Before you had time to think, your head was whipped to the side, the heat of your blood throbbing in the place where his hand had just been. The slap had come out of nowhere - the sharp sting of pain in your cheek forced tears into your eyes – and yet you couldn’t help the wicked smile that formed on your lips. You had him exactly where you wanted him now, and he had fallen right into your trap.

This was the twisted game you played. You both knew it. Yet it didn’t feel like you were pretending. The rage was real. And so was the intoxicating thrill.

„Oh, this is all a game to you, isn’t it?“, he sneered, nostrils flaring. Let’s see if this is still a game to you now.

„Bend over.“

„No.“

„I’m not going to repeat myself.“

„Make me, then“, you said brattily, challenging him to make good on his word.

And he did. In the blink of an eye, he had his hand in your hair, turning you on your stomach and slamming your face into the table.

You felt your heartbeat in your whole body for the few seconds it took him to bunch up your skirt and loosen the ties on his breeches – you couldn’t move, his hand on your neck forced you to stay still, his leg between your thighs made sure that you kept them apart.

And before you knew what was happening, he sank into your wetness, immediately setting an unforgiving pace. He allowed you no time to adjust, completely merciless. You cried out, struggling against his hand that held you down, hands blindly reaching behind you, clawing at whatever part of his body you could reach. It was no use though – he wouldn’t slow down.

You could only hear him groan depravedly in response - he liked the way you tried to fight him, it dawned on you. The more you tried to resist him, the faster he slammed into you. Fed up with your antics, he grabbed both of your hands in his, bent forward and slammed them above your head. The new angle made your knees buckle.

„Don’t go weak on me now, wife“, he laughed into your ear. He laughed!

„Smug cunt“, you moaned. Immediately, you received your punishment. The sting on your ass hurt less than his hand in your hair, yanking you up against him, forcing you to arch your back almost painfully.

„Think you’re too good for me? Hm?“ His laboured breathing was hot on your neck. „But good enough for Davios Rane?“ He spat the name like a curse.

You could only whine in response, not being able to stop the desperate moans.

„Should we open the window, let him hear you? Hmm?“

He slammed into with such force then that it made you squeal. You couldn’t get a word out. With your eyes rolled back you couldn’t even formulate a simple thought.

„No? Then shut - your fucking - mouth“, he growled, emphasising each word with a thrust.

You couldn’t. You tried, you truly did, yet you failed miserably. Your body reacted before you had time to think, the loud pleasured whimpers and moans fell from your mouth before you could try to control them. He forced them out of you with each of his rough movements, knowing well that you had lost control over your own body.

He placed his other hand on your mouth to muffle your whines for you. The sharp edge of the table digging into your hips over and over again combined with his painfully pleasurable thrusts forced humiliating tears into your eyes. He could feel them flow over his hand down to your chin.

„Oh, are you sorry now?“

„Mmph!“, was the only muffled sound that passed through his hand on your mouth, as you shook your head ‚no‘.

„Say it“, he growled. „You know damn well that you need this, you’d do well to say it. Now!“ He lifted his hand from your mouth, giving you a chance to do as he told you.

„Detestable bastard!“, you only spat out through sobs, your hair still twisted painfully in his hand.

„What was that?“, he said harshly, stilling his movement completely, threatening to pull out.

„You’re sick, Aemond!“ Who cared if he left you now? You certainly didn’t! At least you would be left with your pride intact.

Yet, when he pulled out of you, the vast emptiness you felt made your heart ache. You regretted every single word you had said up until that point.

„N-no, I’ll say it!“, you sobbed, hating that he had this power over you. Hating that he could make you hate yourself, taking your dignity like this. Making you weak.

Patiently he waited for the words he had demanded. „Go on, humiliate yourself. Like you humiliated me“, he growled in your ear. Abruptly, he pulled your head farther back to get a better look at you. His fevered gaze was on you, as he watched your tear-stained face intently, curious as to what choice you would make.

He not only wanted you to swallow your pride; he wanted you to crush it, destroy it completely in a display of sacrilegious devotion to him.

Tears of shame were running down your face freely now. You didn’t want to do as he told you, hadn’t he degraded you enough already? This was more than you had bargained for – you hadn’t expected him to react this way when you had started your little game earlier in the day.

Now you had to pay the price for having dared to challenge him.

The feeling of his cock between your thighs made sheer desperation curse through your veins. You wanted him so badly, it was driving you mad! It would’ve been so easy to just- just wriggle down a bit to-

„Don’t!“, he hissed, biting down on your shoulder. Hard.

It broke you.

„I’m sorry!“, you cried. Through your sobs your words were almost unintelligible. „I’m sorry, I didn’t – I-I don’t care about him, I just – I need you, only you, please, Aemond-“

It truly was a pitiful sight – and disturbingly arousing. His wife with her dress sliding down to her waist, begging for him, her tears streaming down to her bare chest, degrading herself– all this only to have his cock inside her again. With a sick satisfied smirk, he watched you babbling on, only gibberish leaving your mouth now. He had driven you to your breaking point.

And now, you needed to learn your lesson. He let go of your hair suddenly, letting you fall back on the table weakly.

Your jaw went slack, eyes rolling back, when you felt him slide back into you with one smooth movement, settling back into his merciless pace, two hands holding your hips in a bruising grip - pounding you as if he hated you. You rested your head on the tear-soaked surface of the table, moving with every delicious thrust he gave you. With your eyes closed, you gave yourself completely to the sensation, to him.

He was everywhere, all around you, in your nose, your hair, your body, your mind, your soul.

„Fuck“, you heard him curse with a trembling breath. He had bunched up the fabric of your dress over your hips, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight – the way your glistening cunt swallowed him whole, coating his cock in your wetness was simply too much. The perverse sound of your slickness alone would drive him mad, he was sure of it.

He had to remind you that you were his, that he possessed you completely. He couldn't allow you to forget it - he had to ensure that the only thing he held dear in his life would never dare leave him. It was this wicked desire that drove him to insanity everytime he saw you with somebody else, somebody who wasn’t him.

„I own you“, he moaned, his hand had found its place in your hair again – twisting it threateningly when you didn’t respond. He didn’t allow you enough time to catch your breath, you had to concentrate to form any sensible words.

„I’m yours“, you responded hoarsely, without resistance this time. „Only yours, Aemond, yours, yours, yours…“ Like a prayer you mumbled the words – yet it felt like somebody else had put them there.

His eyes rolled back in his skull with a helpless groan at your admission. Those were the only words he ever wanted to hear you say - such a shame that he had to force them out of you brutally.

He could make you say anything he wanted, but your body was yours, still. You knew him like yourself, you anticipated what he would want, long before he said it out loud – so you wouldn’t give him the pleasure of reaching your peak on his cock simply because he told you to.

He could fuck you stupid, and you would refuse him what he most wanted – an admission of carnal weakness.

But the terror crept up on you slowly, and with your eyes wide with fear it dawned on you - this little rest of resistance had already been crushed. Your body had cruelly betrayed your mind.

The savage groan Aemond gave when he felt you clench around him wiped all thoughts from your mind. He didn’t withhold his moans, showing you so openly the pleasure your body gave him – it made you squeeze down on him again. It was raw, primal – beyond your control.

In an effort to stifle his groans he bent forward, sinking his teeth into your shoulder again, making sure to leave a mark.

„Your body knows it belongs to me“, he cooed. „No matter how convincingly you try to deny it.“

The hand that had been in your hair now moved around your hip, finding its way between your trembling thighs.

„N- no!“, you gasped, trying to squirm out of his grasp. „Aemond, please!“

Your humiliation would be complete should you give in to him now. You could pretend that he didn’t own your mind, but you couldn’t pretend with your body – it knew that it was his. It was honest. Always. And he knew it.

„Oh, you don’t want to reach your peak?“, he chuckled darkly.

„There’s no use in lying, wife. I can feel you clenching around me.“

He groaned again when your body proved him right.

„Your treacherous body belies your words.“

He knew that he had to draw your peak from you tenderly, he couldn’t brutally force it, like he forced those beautiful sounds from your throat.

The sudden sensation of his soft fingers overwhelmed you entirely – it was so in contrast to his harsh words and his merciless thrusts inside you. Your whole body was fragile now, having been so abandoned by loving touch that you jolted in his grip the moment his fingers gently made contact with the most delicate part of your body.

His other hand went to your shoulders, immediately pushing you down when he noticed you trying to get up again. You couldn’t let him do this, you couldn’t, you had to-

„Don’t - refuse me!“, he gritted out through clenched teeth. With his brow furrowed, he had to focus on his fingers on your cunt - he would come undone this very moment should he allow himself to take in the glorious sight in front of him, feel your writhing body underneath his hands, pushing him away and pulling him in at the same time.

„Please!“, you choked out. You didn’t know what you were begging for. For him to stop? For him to continue?

You had been prepared to withstand his roughness, thinking that he would use you for his own pleasure and then cast you aside. You had been starving for his kisses, adoring words and gentle caresses on your body – you had been so hungry for any sign of love that his unexpected soft touch on you now would make you fall apart.

The feeling of lightness cursed through you, as your mind went numb. Your body, however, felt his every move – outside of you, inside of you, around you, all at once.

The lighter you felt, the hotter the pleasure coiling in your stomach became - you tried to fight it until the end, defying the urge to give in to the warmth that spread from your innermost core – and then it effortlessly crashed over you in waves, pulling you under, drowning your resistance completely.

As if under water, you heard him come undone behind you, spilling himself inside you with choked moans and curses, gripping your hips so tightly, so painfully tight…

And then - floating. You were floating. He had pushed you too far. You didn’t feel anything anymore - you had slipped into a place where time had no meaning.

You felt weightless and then crushed down to earth again - heaviness and lightness played their ever-changing game with you.

You tried your best to find a way out of the fog in your mind, but you were just so tired, so utterly spent…You didn’t want to think, to fight, to do anything – surrendering to the divine nothingness seemed so inviting now, you wanted to stay in its warmth, to just float forever…

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shxnigxmi · 6 months

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[𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓!𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄] [ᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

That one scene from El Dorado that’s popular on COD TikTok right now—

c/w: giving ghost the gawk gawk (not detailed or specified), vulgar language, price is a cheeky devil, ghost is actually a tease beneath all that brooding and sadness— idc argue with the wall

🔞 MINORS/FEM!ALIGNED DNI 🔞

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“Lieutenant!”

You gasped when you heard Price call for Ghost, the very same Ghost who’s covered in kiss marks courtesy of you, red and purple bruising spanning from his jaw to his neck and all the way down his chest and stomach. The very same Ghost who was kiss-drunk and delirious by your very loving and devoted attention. The very same Ghost who’s cock was all the way down your throat.

“Ghost!” Price called again, waltzing deeper into the armory. Fuck, you couldn’t get caught like this! Insubordination and fraternization were the start of a very long list of punishment awaiting you both if Price happened upon you two. I mean sure, you and Ghost had opted for the furthest and darkest back corner behind the wall of tactical vests, but still—

With another quiet gasp of surprise you pulled your mouth off his dick —much to his chagrin— and sat up quickly. He was quick to follow—

“The Captain!” You cried as you roughly pushed him back down to lying on the ground with a hand on his face. You felt only slightly bad about the impactful thud and loud pop in his back.

“Ow!” Ghost winced but sat up again, a cheeky grin on his face and eyes full of mirth that hung behind a cloud of lust within those rich brown irises.

“What’s the Cap gonna think if he finds you like this with me?” You panicked, of course you knew Price wouldn’t be the one to punish you both for this act of fraternization. And he wouldn’t really rat you out either.. maybe you were being a bit over dramatic but he could still dish out a harsh punishment if he felt like it was needed. And he was probably looking for Ghost because Ghost wasn’t supposed to be here with you right now. Especially not doing this— getting a quick blowjob from you in the back of the armory.

You narrowed your eyes as you clocked the arrogant and pleasured look on his stupidly handsome face.

“Lucky Ghost?”

“For the love of.. just, just— JUST—!”

You scrambled to get him into a decent enough state to stand before your Captain, pulling his mask back down, followed by his shirt to cover the marks on his skin, tugging up his boxers and jeans— harshly pulling up the zipper which he cried at when his junk was pinched at the expense of your rush.

When you heard Price getting closer you stood and pulled him up to his feet with a shocking amount of strength. Then, you were brushing his shirt and pants off and pushing him out of the dark corner— just as Price rounded the end of the corridor and spotted him.

“Ah, Simon.. there ya are.”

“Sir.”

Now, Price had known Simon for a long enough amount of time to notice the little things about him. And he was curious about the disheveled nature about him. It was well hidden to the untrained eye, and maybe to those not close enough to Simon to be able to pick out his tells. Like the way his jeans hadn’t been buttoned—

“You were due to the training fields at 1800 on the dot.”

“I apologize, I was looking for a few handhelds to teach those rookies a few things.”

“Hm.”

—Price decided not to comment on it.

Instead, he grinned. Then he was turning on his heels and making his way back the way he came. Simon watched him as he paced back down the corridor, then he subtly tensed when Price turned his head to look at him over his shoulder as he walked.

“Your button’s undone.”

Okay maybe he did want to comment on it and tease the Lieutenant just a little, the Sergeant too if his assumption on who was in Simon’s pants was correct. Simon flushed beneath his mask as he hurriedly rushed to button his pants back up, but his embarrassment was quickly doused and amusement filled it’s place at his Captain’s next words.

“And tell [Y/Name] he was meant to be on inventory with Gaz. And will now be doing it by himself as a consequence.”

“I’ll make sure he gets the message.”

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a/n: ghost is so husband 😮‍💨 just wanna kiss him! hold him tightly and love him forever! ❤️

#callofduty #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #captain john price #simon riley x male reader #ghost x male reader #cod x male reader #x male reader #male reader #male reader smut

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vexwerewolf · 3 days

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Not the original asker, but how would you make NPC equivalents of PC mechs? Some stuff feels fairly intuitive, but there are some others that I'm less sure of/not sure how to do.

IPS-N

IPS-N mechs are probably the easiest, since there are many mechs that are close to being 1-to-1 NPC approximations of IPS-N mechs.

Blackbeard - One of the easiest, since the Berserker NPC is basically just a Blackbeard. It has the Chain Axe, it has the reckless speed and it has the inability to properly determine between friend and foe. It doesn't have the Blackbeard's enhanced Grapple shenanigans but those aren't really appropriate on an NPC mech anyway.

Caliban - Give an Assassin the Devil's Cough Shotgun and Explosive Knives.

Drake - Take the Bastion, increase its HP just a little, remove the Rotary Grenade Launcher and give it the Scourer's Thermal Lance, except make the Thermal Lance do Kinetic damage instead of Energy.

Lancaster - Another easy one. The Support NPC is just a slightly slower Lancaster. It has a Latch Drone, it has Restock Drones, it has Whitewash, it's got all the fun stuff.

Nelson - Yet another easy one. The Cataphract does pretty much exactly what the Nelson does, just with added trample.

Raleigh - This is much more difficult - so much so that for In Golden Flame, I created an entirely new NPC class, the Slinger, just to simulate it. If you don't have IGF, start with an Assault. Remove the Assault Rifle, Combat Knife and Hunker Down. Take the Drum Shotgun from the Goliath and call it a Hand Cannon. Give it the Archer's Impending Threat optional.

Tortuga - This one's fairly simple. Take a Sentinel, upscale it to Size 2, give it Punisher Ammunition and the Bombard's Siege Armor.

Vlad - Take a Berserker, give it the Nail Gun optional, and then give it the Bastion's Near-Threat Denial System.

Zheng - Take a Berserker, give it Juggernaut and Retribution, remove Aggression, remove the Chain Axe and replace it with the Demolisher's Demolition Hammer.

SSC

SSC mechs also have a lot of parallels, so it's pretty easy to model them.

Black Witch - Probably the hardest mech to model with existing NPCs. I created another whole new class, the Lodestone, just to simulate these guys.

Death's Head - Take a Sniper, cut the damage on its Anti-Material Rifle to 6/8/10, strip the Loading trait and permanently give it the effect of Deadmetal Rounds (shots become Line 20 instead of Range 25).

Dusk Wing - Literally just a Hornet.

Metalmark - Take an Assault and give it the Operator's Fade Generator.

Monarch - Depending on the exact flavour of Monarch you want, you can do two things. Either take a Rainmaker, scale it up to Size 2 and give it Atlas Missiles the Ace's Missile Swarm, or take an Ace, scale it up to Size 2 and give it Missile Swarm.

Mourning Cloak - Literally just a Specter.

Swallowtail - Literally just a Scout.

HORUS

HORUS mechs are where we need to get a little bit more inventive. This shit ain't natural boys.

Balor - Take a Hive, give it Electro-Nanite Cloud and the Berserker's Harpoon Cannon, then give it the Exotic template and choose Regenerator. Or, if you have No Room For A Wallflower, just use the Lurker NPC.

Goblin - It's a Witch.

Gorgon - Take a Sentinel, scale it up to Size 2 and give it the Archer's Impending Threat and Suppress reactions.

Hydra - There's not really an NPC that simulates a mech deploying 800 drones and honestly that's probably for the best.

Manticore - Give a Berserker the Superhot optional, the Cataphract's Capacitor Discharge, the Sentinel's Combat Shotgun and the Operator's Self-Erasure.

Pegasus - Do not attempt to simulate me, ha ha.

Harrison Armory

Home stretch here.

Barbarossa - Take a Goliath, give it the Ultra's Short-Cycle Lance or the Bombard's Bombard Cannon.

Genghis - Literally just a Pyro.

Iskander - This is just a Seeder.

Napoleon - Why does this mech exist

Saladin - Scale up an Aegis to Size 2.

Sherman - Take a Scourer and give it Emergency Vent.

Tokugawa - Take a Berserker and give it Superhot. Make its Chain Axe do Energy instead of Kinetic, and instead of Shredding on crit, make it do a couple of Burn damage.

#lancer #lancer rpg #lancerrpg #lancer-rpg #mecha #mechs #lancer npcs

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beskarandblasters · 3 months

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can i make a request for dom!din keeping you on a leash at his feet pls i beg

You’ve Been a Bad Girl

Dom!Din Djarin x Sub/F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Summary: You’ve been a bad girl and Din decides to punish you by keeping you on a collar and leash.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), dom/sub, degradation, pet names (good girl, cyar’ika), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praising, no use of y/n

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

“Just relax,” Din coos, his modulated voice in your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

You whimper as the cool leather collar encloses around your neck. Din hooks the leash to the clasp, the metal clinking as the two pieces come together. Not only are you donning a collar and a leash, but you’re also on your hands and knees on the cold metal floor. He rises from the floor and towers over you, the stone-cold stare of his visor burning into you.

“Do you know why you’re getting punished?”

You whine before saying, “…Yes.”

“Say it,” he commands.

“I’ve been a bad girl.”

“That’s right. You’ve been a bad girl,” he tuts.

You should’ve never flirted with that rando at the cantina earlier tonight…

“So now what?” you ask, wondering what exactly he’ll make you do like this.

“You wait,” he says simply, walking over to his armory. He pulls the leash tighter, coaxing you to follow him. On all fours you crawl to his side, peering up at him as he just goes about his regular tasks. He picks out an armful of blasters before shutting the door and tugging on your leash again. He just put the leash on but you don’t know how much longer you can take this. Heat reverberates off your skin, teeming with anticipation. But to know that you’re here like this on all fours, following him around while he pays you no mind is doing something for you.

He tugs on the leash again, pulling you from your thoughts. Every time he does that the wetness between your thighs grows, pooling at your entrance and waiting to be played with. He sits on a crate with a wide stance, thick thighs spread apart. You crawl to him and rest on your knees, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Turn around,” he says simply, letting go of the leash for a split second.

You do as you’re told, turning so your back is to him, waiting for more instructions.

“Back up,” he continues, picking up the leash again and tugging it.

You inch backward so you’re situated in between his thighs. And from that point on he acts like you’re not there, cleaning his blasters and paying you no mind. You rest your head on his knee, wondering what he looks like from this angle, his fingers so meticulously cleaning his blasters. His fingers should be inside you, curling against your walls and making you squirm, taking your nipples in between his fingertips. But not now. Instead, he makes you wait so patiently like a good girl, waiting until he’s ready to use you.

You hear him set another blaster on the crate beside him. You lost count as to how many he’s cleaned at this point. It feels like it’s been hours but really who knows how long it’s been. You’ve been staring at the same thing; the storage area of the Razor Crest, the refresher door directly across from you. You wish he was taking you in there, bending you over the sink, and plowing into you. But instead, you’re waiting at his feet, waiting for his attention like a good, obedient girl.

You feel him move behind you, standing up from the crate and stepping so that he’s in front of you. He towers over you with a hand on his hip, deciding where he’s going to drag you next.

“To the refresher,” he commands as if he read your mind.

“What are you gonna make me do?” you ask with a shaky breath.

“Thought I might clean myself up,” he says, turning and pulling on your leash.

Your wetness is fully running down your thighs now, your desire pent up and almost too much to bear. The door to the refresher opens and he steps inside, dragging you along with him. He starts by taking off his gloves and turning on the water to the refresher. But you’re just now realizing what he meant by “cleaning up”. He’s going to get in the refresher fully nude (but with the helmet on of course) and take a shower. You think about watching him in the steamy refresher, his muscular body lathered with soap all while you’re waiting on your hands and knees. He can drag you around the Razor Crest, going about his day-to-day tasks. But this? This is unacceptable. This is too much.

“Din,” you whine.

“Hm?”

“I can’t take it anymore.”

“Can’t take what?”

“I… I need you already.”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, cyar’ika,” he sighs.

“I need your cock, Din. I can’t wait any longer,” you whimper.

He crouches down in front of you and grabs your chin, forcing you to look directly into his visor.

“Are you gonna be bad a girl again?”

“No,” say sheepishly.

“I don’t know if I believe you.”

“Please, Din. I swear I’ll be a good girl,” you beg. It’s almost too much. You’re literally on your hands and knees begging for him to fuck you, promising him you’ll be a good girl.

“Fine,” he sighs, rising from the floor, “Get up.”

You get up and he lets go of the leash. He grabs you by your hips and puts you in front of the sink. And now you’re finally getting to look at the two of you in the reflection of the mirror; your nipples perked up, his gloveless hands, the look of desperation on your face. Maker, you need him already.

He bends you over the sink, hands coaxing your thighs apart. He runs two fingers along your entrance, gathering some of the wetness that’s built up there. His other hand pulls his cock out of his flight suit, stroking it a few times while he teases you. You expect his fingers to slip inside you, to keep teasing you further. But he takes his hand and spreads your wetness all over his cock, getting it nice and wet before hooking his hands on your hips. He pushes into you in one clean motion and you choke out a gasp at the sudden length and girth inside you.

“You can take it,” he commands.

You nod, looking at him in the mirror as he begins to plow into you, drawing his hips back and thrusting his cock inside you. He stretches your walls with each pump of his cock, letting out deep and guttural grunts with each movement. Your warmth and wetness envelop his cock, making it grow harder and harder inside you.

“Kriff, cyar’ika,” he says, “You’re doing so good, taking my cock like such a good girl,” he says, slamming into you on the last word.

You can’t respond with a coherent sentence, only letting out a jumbled string of whimpers and moans. Your mind is filled with nothing but thoughts of Din and his large cock reducing you down to a quivering mess.

One hand moves from your hip to grab the leash, holding it in his hand but not pulling it, a subtle way of showing you you’re his. You look at the leather strap in his hand and back up at his visor, your jaw going slack.

“Do you know who you belong to?”

“You, Din,” you whimper.

“Say it.”

“I belong to you, Din!” you cry out, your breath hitching as he slams into you again. You’re on the precipice of orgasm, a large release that’ll have your knees shaking and threatening to give out.

“Can I cum?” you whimper, fearing you won’t be able to hold on any longer.

“Soak my cock, cyar’ika,” he commands, driving his cock into you as deep as it’ll go.

You cum around him, walls convulsing around his cock. The refresher is filled with your moans, his grunts, and the wet, squelching sounds of your pussy. Your knees buckle underneath you, threatening to give out if it weren’t for the sink holding you up. The sensation of you clenching his cock draws his orgasm from him, painting your insides with his cum. He fucks you through both of your highs until eventually, his hips slow to a stop.

He pulls out of you and grabs you by the neck, pulling you upright against him. He wraps his arms around you and your eyes don’t leave the mirror, watching as his large hands roam your body in the steamy refresher.

“Have you learned your lesson?” he purrs by your ear.

“Mhm,” you nod, voice still high pitched from your release.

“Good girl,” he says, letting go of you, “I guess you’ve earned a reward.”

“And what’s that?”

“Get in the refresher with me, cyar’ika.”

@pedrostories

#din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin x f!reader #dom!din djarin #sub!reader #star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x you #din djarin

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valacirya · 5 months

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Decided to make a post about how most (not all) of Thingol's actions that fans criticize were justified (or at least understandable) and in the interest of his people. I'd recommend checking out warrioreowynofrohan and imakemywings for far more comprehensive meta about the tall boi. Also, no quotes because I'm lazy, but all the canon I mention is from the published Silmarillion.

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1. Quenya ban

I've seen the Quenya ban be described as cultural genocide which icks me out. First of all, maybe don't use genocide to describe fictional characters in a fictional universe, especially when it's happening to real people and cultures. Second of all, that term is still inaccurate. Quenya was spoken in Gondolin, probably in Hithlum and Nargothrond too, and no one was punished for it. Earendil could speak Quenya. The Numenoreans could speak Quenya. Bilbo fucking Baggins could speak Quenya.

The ban was a nonviolent way for Thingol to enact some sort of consequence for the people who murdered his brother's people, stole their ships, and then took advantage of his hospitality while keeping this heinous secret. And it was a way to make sure that Sindarin remained the lingua franca of Beleriand, because the Noldor had already proven their disdain towards the Sindar and their intent to establish their own kingdoms. I think it was imakemywings who said that the ban was also a soft power move to show how all the Sindar who worked with/under the Noldor were still ultimately loyal to Thingol and would obey his decree.

So no, the Quenya ban was not racist or xenophobic or cultural genocide. Again, don't use those terms to describe fiction, and if you insist on doing so, at least look them up in the dictionary first.

2. Isolationism

No he wasn't. He was friends with the dwarves, the Laiquendi, and the Falathrim. He made a mutually beneficial alliance with the Haladin. He was rightfully wary of the (armed-to-the-teeth and hiding something) Noldor but even after he learns about the kinslaying he says he won't cut off relations with the Nolofinweans indefinitely because he recognizes that they're in the fight against Morgoth together.

The Girdle of Melian was only put in place after the first battle when Denethor was killed and it was absolutely the right decision strategically. Thingol knew immediately what it took the Noldor 400 years and countless deaths to understand: there was no defeating Morgoth without the Valar. So he took his people and anyone else who was willing, and he created a kingdom with a semblance of peace where they could thrive. Doriath was a fortress and a symbol of hope for Beleriand. As long as Doriath stood, Morgoth hadn't won completely. No one who cared about Beleriand would have sacrificed that hope for some fanciful ideals of vengeance and glory. And don't forget, he let Beleg and Mablung participate in the Nirnaeth. The fact that only those two went means that no one else in Doriath was willing to fight.

3. Maedhros's comment about a king is he who can hold his own

The arrogance. I'm sorry, Mr. I Got Fooled By Morgoth, were you able to hold your own? You'd be a skeleton hanging from a cliff if Fingon hadn't rescued you. Thingol was filling his armories while the Noldor were still chilling in Valinor. Thingol was battling Morgoth while the Noldor were betraying each other and abandoning their home. He literally said: "...elsewhere there are many of my people, and I would not have them restrained of their freedom, still less ousted from their homes." Those are the words of a king who feels responsible for the people outside of Doriath too. Also, check out the difference between Maedhros's "we'll go wherever we want" comment and Thingol's "I don't like them but they'll be the deadliest foes of Morgoth".

His decision to retreat and put up the Girdle was strategically sound. Many Laiquendi joined him after Denethor's death and the Falathrim came and went freely. He had a choice between spreading out his already depleted forces to help the northern Sindar/Falathrim (and likely get annihilated) or retreat, recover, and wait for a better opportunity (the arrival of the Noldor was not a better opportunity; like I said, he knew only the Valar could defeat Morgoth, and Melian also sensed the Doom). Again, Doriath was a symbol of hope. "Gondor wanes, you say. But Gondor stands." Its survival was essential.

4. Attitude towards Men

Look I'm not going to defend his less-than-stellar attitude, but I do think it's exaggerated by the fandom. Before Beren came, Thingol still agreed to let the Haladin dwell in his territory. He even sent the marchwardens to aid them against orcs. And the minute he realizes Beren's loyalty, bravery, and true love for Luthien, he changes and welcomes him (and also appreciates his humor). He treats Turin like a son, and honors and pities Hurin even when Hurin disrespects him. Turgon otoh refuses to let Hurin into Gondolin even though they were actually friends.

5. Didn't join the Union of Maedhros

See: reasons above. Doriath had to survive. Elves could not defeat Morgoth without the Valar. Also, afaik he didn't actually have an army, just the marchwardens and his guard. Also also, Maedhros had subtly threatened him, Celegorm and Curufin had openly threatened him, and this was after they kidnapped and tried to forcibly marry Luthien. Also also also, he "went not to war, nor any out of Doriath save Mablung and Beleg" meaning the general populace didn't want to fight either.

6. Didn't accept refugees

As far as I'm aware, this is completely fanon. The (Noldorin, just fyi) refugees of Nargothrond are accepted into Doriath, as are the Sindar after Bragollach. Curufin and Celegorm's people join Amrod in Ossiriand I believe after the Nirnaeth. There's no canonical basis for this claim.

7. Responsible for Finrod's death

Nah dude. I'm not saying he was right in setting the quest, it was absolutely a horrible quest. But Finrod decided of his own free will to help Beren. You can say that he wouldn't have died if Thingol hadn't set the quest, but that's like saying if Morgoth hadn't stolen the Silmarils, the kinslayings wouldn't have happened. Objectively true, but missing a whole lotta nuance and absolving the Feanorians of their culpability. And I'm not comparing Thingol with Morgoth so don't start.

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The criticisms I don't mention are the ones I agree with. He should have listened to Melian. He should have reasoned with the dwarves instead of insulting them; honestly, his death was pretty stupid. He probably should have been a little more willing to establish relations with the Nolofinweans, but I understand completely why he didn't. He definitely shouldn't have fucked with the Silmaril but tbh, that seemed like one of the parts where a bigger force was determining things, like it was written in the Music already, because that Silmaril did play a key role in Morgoth's defeat.

In conclusion: Thingol rocked, fandom shocked.

Obligatory disclaimer: I meant no offense to anybody, and everyone is entitled to hold their own opinion on the Silm and its characters.

#rereading this and laughing at how worked up I got #but i meant every work #elu thingol defense club 2kforever #thingol

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porflenet · 7 months

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NSFW HC's | König

tags: nsfw MDNI, mean!König, dom!König, degradation+praise, hunter/prey (just mention), little bunny/slut/whore/bitch used as a gn!term, gn!reader, rough sex, jealous/obsessive!König, master used for König, edging to König, overstimulation to reader.

word count: 1993

commentary: This man awakes things in me, this gif of him awakes things in me. Just take this König brainrot, tried my best to make it completly gn, if you see something that was gendered please do tell me so. English is not my first language, enjoy!

König takes a long time to cum, when he was younger he got pretty frustrated while trying to pleasure himself, always edging himself without wanting it, not being able to finish because he was taking way longer than he wanted to.

Getting older he learned how to pleasure himself, but unconsciously developed a liking for edging, which makes him get pretty rough when he is about to finally have an orgasm.

He has anxiety and it shows in how he loves control. Everything needs to be the way he wants to, or he will be mad. Of course he doesn’t have the harshness of a Colonel in bed, but definitely the authority.

He is mean, but normally he is a good mix of degradation and praise. Even more when he is back from a mission that went south, or he had a stressful day in base, degrading you until you’re crying and cumming all over his cock, making sure you’re overstimulated until the words coming out of you sound more like a false language, tears falling from your eyes while you desperately tries to get away from his hold, his cock deep inside you while his hold in your hips start to mark your skin with a mix of red and purple.

He subconsciously lets everything go when he is with you, hand on your neck while the other holds you in place against him, forcing you to hump over his clothed bulge. The way you whine quietly and hold on to him with all your strength while you make a mess on his cargo pants. He loves watching you lose yourself while trying so hard to not make a sound.

That’s why he is addicted to fucking you where there is a high chance of you two getting caught. At first his anxiety would win over his wants, even if you looked so tempting getting down on the ground of the armory to take some bullets that fell down, or how your ass was in the perfect position to just take you right there while you were leaving your report on his office.

But once he gets over his initial paranoia, you better run if you’re not that comfortable with quickies all over the base. He is a Colonel after all, and what if he abuses his power to have his way with you whenever he wants?

He adores to see you fighting for your life to not make a sound or to stay as still you can when someone enter the room you two are fucking behind some boxes, while he keep thrusting into you making your legs lose it’s strength, forcing him to hold you up and go deeper into you. The way you let go a shake breath, almost groaning, when whoever that was around finally leaves the place, only for him to go harder, his cum shooting inside you while he covers your mouth to muffle the moan you make while milking his cock with your orgasm.

You’re his nasty little bunny (he will call you his little bunny independent of gender/stature), his favorite pet name for you since I think he is a big fan of hunter/prey, and he would make sure to treat you as such, even more when it’s punishment time.

Like I said before, he is mean on default, but if he is angry at you, this man shows you his colors. Maybe you smiled too much at a rookie, or you laughed too loud to a joke that he didn’t tell, hell, when he is in one of his moods, just not looking at him enough is a reason for you to be bent over, ass up and taking everything he does because you’re just a whore who doesn’t know your place.

He is pretty possessive and jealous, he doesn’t share what is his, and he will protect you no matter what he needs to do, and when I say that I mean it for real. What are some more war crimes if it means you’re safe and in his arms?

He doesn’t really like to use his mask while with you, not because he associates it with his job or anything, mostly because it’s quite annoying needing to move it out of his mouth when he wants to kiss or eat you out. But when he wants to punish you he puts it on, because he knows how you get when he is in his full gear, and he wants to make sure you completely lose it for him only.

Little to no prep in moments like this, he knows you can take it, maybe it will hurt but you had worse don’t you? After all you’re just a slut pet who forgot who your owner is, he needed to make you remember, right? You may complain from the pain at the beginning, but you will be moaning his name in no time.

Bites you all over, making sure the mark of his teeth is well seen all over your neck and shoulders. Bites the inside of your things while shoving three finger inside you in one go, you groan in pain but fuck, you loved when he is like this.

He almost cum in his underwear hearing you beg for him to use his mouth, cock, anything that is better than his fingers, not like it wasn’t amazing to have them inside of you like this, but you needed more.

He makes you beg and apologize multiple times, it’s your fault that he needs to do this, or else you will lose your focus on him, how could you smile like that at that weak rookie? You know that you’re only allowed to be this tempting only for him, don’t you know how many of the others in the base wished they were the one to fuck your brain numb like this? You better be sorry for being such a whore with everybody.

Tears fall from your eyes out of frustration and overstimulation, desperate for him to just forgive you, you’re such a good toy for him, you just want to be used by him, only him, you’re his good little bitch.

“Please, Kö! Fuck me already! I need you inside me so much, I need to feel your big cock in me, please!” You say weakly while you grab the arm he is using to fuck you numb, looking pitifully at him while you feel another orgasm approaching.

“Kö?” His voice was deep and husky with need, pushing his three fingers deep inside you again while watching you roll your eyes while arching your back. Getting closer to you to whisper in your ear “You know what I like to be called, little bunny.”

You try your best to control your orgasm and let the words out, only to almost scream the words while the orgasm leaves you seeing white dots and your body arching uncontrollable “M-Master! I’m your bitch, your good pet, your- Hnng!” He hits that special place inside you making you almost choke in your words. “Per- Perfect toy! Fuck! Just shove your cock in me Master, fuck, please, please!”

The way this man fucks you after you use the magic word is insane, he wanted to watch you break a little longer, but his dick was painfully hard, and hear you beg like this, how could he deny what his perfect toy want so much?

König grabs your hair with his free hand while taking out his fingers from inside you, a sound of complain escaping your lips while you are pulled by your hair to kneel down on the ground, while he struggles to quickly open his belt with one hand while he hungrily licked his finger under his hood, making sure to make it as loud as possible alongside with his moans so to watch you shake in pleasure under him.

Shoving down his pants and underwear to free his cock, rubbing it around your face, making his precum join all the mess of fluid over your face.

He pushes the tip against your lips and you gladly comply, opening your mouth the most you can so he can shove his dick inside, hitting the back of your throat in one thrust making you gag involuntarily. The groan that left his lips was brutal, making your whole body shake in pleasure and roll your eyes back while the fucked your mouth, holding you by your hair, forcing you to stay in place.

Being only able to see his eyes behind the mask while he looked down on you, you knew the bastard was smirking watching you cum hard while you got throat fucked. Your throat was amazing, but König was too lost in your punishment to be able to cum just with that, he needed to cum deep in your hole so you would be forever marked by him.

When König finally lets go of you, and you finally manage to swallow your saliva mixed with his precum, the relief of finally having air back into your lungs makes you almost fall to the ground, but you two weren’t done yet, you still had a lesson to learn.

Your Master grabs you by the hair again, pulling you up to guide you back to the bed. Pressing your head against the bed, while his other hand grabbed your hips and forced you to keep your ass up for him.

He shoves his dick inside in one trust, fucking you fast and hard, chasing his own high feeling your hole tight around his dick just the way he liked it, when you were so out of it from the pleasure that your body reacting on its own, moving so that your hips clashed against his, wanting more and more of the intoxicating feeling the man always manage to bring to you.

You were making a mess of saliva, tears and cum on the sheets under you, trying to hold onto anything around you like your life depended on it, the groans and moans escaping you hurting your throat that you knew you wouldn’t be able to even talk tomorrow, or walk if you were being honest.

His breath was out of control, it had been a while that he had lost the rhythm of his hips, he was so fucking close, he needed to fill your hole with his cum so fucking bad, but the knot in his belly completly refused to let go. In frustration he pulls his mask out, feeling the need of extra air in his lungs.

König pulls your hair maybe way too hard, forcing you to get up and crash your back against his chest, his other arm holding you against him by hugging you tightly by your hip, letting go of your hair to close his hand around your neck.

Your moans and frantic breath close to his ear, feeling your crazed heartbeat against his chest and hand, the sounds your hole made each time he thrusted inside you, God he was so fucking close.

He bites your shoulder hard, making you moan loudly before he finally cum inside you, you swear something on your brain broke, you didn’t cum again, mostly because you were too far gone at this point. Incapable of feeling anything besides the pleasure he gives you, your whole body feels so heavy, your mind in a fog that doesn't dissipate even if you had the strength to try.

König stays still, making sure all of his cum gets inside of you before he tries his best to gently let both of you collapse on the bed, turning around so you would be on top of him, still deep inside you to make sure you get properly marked.

Taking his time so both of you catch a bit of your senses back before he whispers in your ear. You’re only mine, little bunny.

#könig x reader #konig x reader #kortac x reader #cod x reader #wanted to take it out of my head #it made it worse

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laurellerual · 4 months

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Arya and Sansa storyswap: an exercise in imagination

Premise: I tried to speculate what might happen if Sansa manages to escape King's Landing and Arya gets stuck in the capital. I collected my thoughts on this scenario trying to make logical, credible choices that respected the characterization of the characters and the timeline of the books (the wiki was very usefull for this). I discarded all the scenarios that end in "…and then she dies horribly" because they're boring. I write with assumption that they would still remain POV characters and therefore mantain a minimum of plot armor. Like everyone, I have my biases so it's not perfect, but I tried to put myself in the most neutral mindset possible. Enjoy and let me know your thoughts. Part 1, Part 3

Part 2/3: Arya

A Game of Thrones

For Arya to remain trapped in King's Landing, she must be captured by the Lannister men. I think she would manage to escape the Red Keep anyway, at least at first.

The factor I'd choose to change is in Arya V. The girl is in Flea Bottom when she sees the Winds Witch hasn't left yet. She approaches, but this time the guards in disguise decide to arrest her. Why? In this scenario both Stark girls have been lost, so the Lannister men have orders to to be extra scrupulous, the situation is serious. They can't afford any more mistakes, they'll capture every slightly suspicious child.

Arya is brought to the queen who confirms her identity and is then locked in Maegor's Holdfast. Needle is taken from her by one of her captors (ser Meryn?): perhaps he keeps it as a trophy, perhaps it's thrown into the royal armory. Jeyne is locked up with her. The servants come to bring food, but do not answer her questions. She is brought suitable clothes, many of these are Sansa's because the trunk with Arya's things got lost in stables. She waits and fears that her father is dead.

Ser Boros comes to collect her on the third day, while she walks she looks around searching for a way to escape. They pass the pikes and for a moment Arya is sure that he's accompanying her to her death. She'll be executed for what happened on the Trident and she can't help but wonder if the reason for all this carnage is to punish the Starks for when she hited Joffrey. Actually she's accompanied in front of the queen who welcomes her with smiles and kind words… a facade, Cersei has never been that kind to her. The girl is relieved to know that her father is alive, but when she asks about Sansa she receives no answer. Does that mean she's dead?

Cersei prepared a letter for Arya to copy and sign to send to her family. The contents are similar to those in canon. Arya reads it, but she has a flash of courage: "My father is no traitor!". Joffrey is a liar! But she doesn't say this out loud. The manipulative kindness is over, Cersei nods at Blount. The knight hits her in the face and breaks her lip. Cersei says that if she doesn't comply they will kill both her and her father. It's a bluff but Arya doesn't know it and it's now clear that they have no qualms about hurting her so she starts copying. She hopes that the stilted style in which the letter is written will be enough to make Robb understand that this are not her words. Arya is locked back in her new room, but Jeyne is no longer there.

Cersei complains about Arya's behavior, 'The girl is as wild as a filthy animal'. If she lets her get close to Joffrey the girl might attack him again. Or he could have her killed and they would lost an hostage. However it's necessary for the girl to be seen attending court or no one will believe that she is really in their hands. If they keep her hidden for too long word might spread that she is dead. Littlefinger proposes to avoid this risks by using Jeyne, Sansa's friend, as Arya's public image.

The real Arya is not allowed to participate in Joff's first court session. She has not proven to be loyal and obedient enough and therefore she's not allowed to move inside the Red Keep. She can't leave the room and has no information. The servants change every day so she can't befriend them. The time she spends awake is spent thinking of a way to escape.

She sleeps alot, and when she sleeps she dreams: she begins to dream of being a cat roaming free, the true king of the castle. She dreams to flee the Keep, hiding in Flea Bottom and then she sees a crowd, she follows and she sees… her father. His head falling off. She wakes up screaming! She tells herself it's just a nightmare, but it feels too real. She wants to cry, to die, she wants to kill Joffrey. Joffrey and Cersei, sir Ilyn, sir Meryn and the Hound: she begins to pray every night for their deaths.

One day Joffrey discovers where she is locked and arrives with the Hound and two white cloaks. They force her to get up and get dressed. He takes her to her pikes to taunt her and show her his father's head. Arya has confirmation that the dream was true. Joffrey baits her for a reaction,… if only looks could kill. She takes a step forward and the Hound throws her to the ground and she gets beaten up.

The Hound takes her back to her room and reminds her that Joffrey wants her dead, if she wants to continue living she has to try harder to not get killed. Arya doesn't give a damn about her life right now. After she calms down she decides that if she wants to see her mother again she has to pretend and play along. From this day on she'll wear the mask of the perfect lady to convince Cersei to allow her to leave the room. Only like this she could have a chance to escape.

A Clash of Kings

After what happened Cersei decides to throw her in a real cell. This is first of all to punishing Arya, but also to keep her away from Joff because the girl is the only leverage she have to free Jaime.

At this point Sansa receives a message to meet with Dontos. Littlefinger may still consider using Arya to gain power and get back on Ned/Cat. But the problem is that Arya isn't free to go to the Godswood alone. Given the situation, Littlefinger may decide it's not worth trying to free her from the Lannisters. Also this Stark sister doesn't look enough like her mother for his tastes.

Meanwhile, Jeyne attends Joffrey's birthday celebrations as fakeArya and Dontos dies. Tyrion arrives in the city to take Tywin's place as Hand of the King. At the tournament for his nephew he meets Jeyne and offers his condolences, but he can't help to notice that something is wrong. She looks older, her eyes are brown, and although her hair is the right color, up close it's clear that she doesn't look much like either Lord Stark or Jon Snow.

Arya has been in a cell for days now, she feels small and helpless like a mouse. One night she starts dreaming again, but this time it's different, she dreams of being a direwolf running free in the woods. She leads an immense pack and hunts every man who wears the Lannister lion. A bit of hope is rekindled in her. One night, in the distance, she sees a girl: it's her sister.

Tyrion begins to ask questions about what happened to the real Arya Stark and discovers the conditions in which she is incarcerated. He has her taken to the Tower of the Hand and allows her to wash and eat. Arya tries to find a secret passage, there has to be one, she thinks, but she can't find it. The idea of sleeping in a real bed overcomes her and she falls asleep. In the morning Tyrion introduces himself and tells her about Robb's recent victory. He jokes about the rumors that her brother has an army of wargs (like in Sansa III). 'Warg'! Yes, that's what those creatures were called in old Nan's stories! She wonders if... maybe she is a warg, and that's why she managed to see her father's death even though she wasn't there.

As in canon, Tyrion offers the Stark girl his protection. Sansa doesn't accept because she doesn't trust him and she has decided to point on Dontos' plan. As we have seen, her sister does not have this option to consider and therefore she accepts Tyrion's protection. Arya doesn't trust him, but she has no real choice if she wants to get out of her cell. Plus the Imp isn't that bad, sure he's a Lannister, but he's the only person who's done anything to help her so far. She doesn't want to be pitied by him, but there's something about that man that she likes. Maybe he reminds her a little bit of Jon, he reminds her a little bit of herself.

Her few belongings are taken to the Tower of the Hand and Chella becomes her personal guard. No matter how wary she is, Arya can't help but find the wildling woman intriguing. In order to avoid losing the few freedoms she has obtained, Arya continues to pretend docility and obedience. Over time this allows her to get out of there to pray in the Godswood, but when she tries to escape the guards catch her, beat her and lock her back in the tower.

In the eyes of the courtiers Jeyne remains the true Lady Stark. The two girls are kept apart and never met. One day she hears rumors about Arya Stark's supposed death: Jeyne was lost during the Bread Riots. The Lannisters refuse to give rise to these rumors and to dispel them they announce an engagement between Arya Stark and Lord X (Tyrion maybe?). Arya hasn't flowered so they won't get married for now, but time passes and the risk becomes more real every day.

Every now and then she still has cat dreams, wandering around the castle, listening to conversations, she even managed to scratch Joffrey once. One night she dreams of being a kitten and enters Tommen's rooms, cats like to go there. Her attention is drawn by a familiar gleam: hanging on the wall, display lika a toy, is Needle. The handle is different, richer, red and golden, but the shape of the blade and Mikken's mark are unmistakable.

During the Battle of the Blackwater Arya is taken to the Queen's Ballroom in Maegor's Holdfast, along with the other ladies of the castle so that Cersei can keep an eye on her. As per canon the queen gets drunk, she leaves and panic takes over the room. Arya sees her chance, she takes advantage of the confusion to exit the ballroom.

Arya runs to find an escape or at least a place to hide, but suddenly realizes that she is in a familiar hallway, just outside Tommen's door. The little prince was brought to Rosby to protect him so his rooms are empty and unguarded. Here we need a bit of luck because it's crazy, but Arya can't abandon Needle. She tries in every way to get in and under this pressure she manages to warg for the first time while she's awake. She use a cat to open the door and retrieve her sword. She steals a cloak and some male clothes, the least extravagant she can find.

She wanders around the Holdfast looking for an opening but there's no secret passage in Maegor's Holdfast. In the corridors she meets a soldier, but manages to kill him by taking him by surprise. In the end she comes across Sandor Clegane, drunk and crying and trying to get away from the battle. The Hound recognizes her and in a moment of madness wraps her in her cloak, throws her on his shoulder and run.

The Hound is not at all kind to Arya and the two have not had the opportunity to bond like with Sansa in canon. He doesn't care about Arya's will, he wouldn't ask her, he would only see it as an opportunity to leave and ask Robb Stark for a ransom. So Sandor kidnaps Arya, cuts her hair, and ties her on his horse. The two escape the city and start a their journey north.

Tywin arrives in King's Landing and is proclaimed "Savior of the City". Then he finds out that Cersei and Tyrion lost their last Stark hostage and he has a nervous breakdown (lol).

A Storm of Swords

During the journey, Sandor and Arya's relationship evolves pretty much like in canon. The two don't like each other, but over time they manage to coexist without killing each other. Arya learns some useful lessons about "where the heart is". But one day some outlaws capture them...

#arya stark #sansa stark #asoiaf #asoiaf fanfiction #sort of

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linka-from-captain-planet · 6 months

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thinkin about how, as quartermaster, Nocturne would have been the one to outfit the Sharran infiltrators for the steal-the-artifact mission

and the roster of infiltrators is found in the armory, so it must have been meant FOR Nocturne because obviously she’d need to know who she’s outfitting/what kind of stuff they’d need

so like that elegant script making it clear that the infiltrators “remain utterly expendable”… must have been directed AT Nocturne

which makes sense on the surface because the cloister is a total dump, and the donations box doesn’t have a lot of money in it, and there’s barely any good loot. Of course they can’t afford to risk their limited resources on bodies that likely won’t come back

but Nocturne would surely know this… so… why the pointed and heavy handed reminder?

and also the other writings you can find around the cloister give a lot of background on Sharran faith… for example the one ominously declaring that Lady Shar knows what you hide, deep inside your spirit… or the one declaring that love is the cruelest of all the lies told by Lady Shar’s foes…

or Nocturne’s mysteriously, heavily redacted diary… that only seems to have 3 topics left intact: her transition (and Shadowheart’s support), her commitment to helping Shadowheart navigate her un-favoritism from the Mother Superior, and how sick with worry she is over Shadowheart… as if to ensure that Nocturne, even if she stands before the mirror, never forgets how much Shadowheart means to her…

even if it’s a violation of Lady Shar’s teachings, and perhaps a transgression that she needs to be reminded of and punished for over and over…

almost like some kind of, say, a shock collar that she can never remove, that’s used to harm her and force her compliance whenever she strays from the darkness…

#bg3 nocturne #viconia devir #Shadowheart #shadowheart x nocturne #technically this is fanfic #(it WILL be fanfic when my illiterate era ends)

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I would love to hear about the Fate Has Intervened WIP you have going on :)

Would it surprise you if I told you it was another rift fic?

I picture it set sometime after the 100th episode before it diverges from canon. Lena walks away from her Non Nocere project but there's no reconciliation. Perhaps the wounds are simply just too deep. And when Lena realizes how close she came to crossing a line she had vowed never to cross she finds it impossible to trust herself to work alone. Too easy to imagine herself making excuses for herself. Too hard to trust her own judgement but her desire to do good wins out and she begins a tenuous partnership with Clark of all people. Something familiar about working with a Kryptonian maybe. Or maybe she knows that Superman is likely to be her harshest critic after Lex and after what she did to Kara in the Fortress and feels it's a rightful punishment. But time goes by and without really meaning to she finds herself working with the Justice League. Nothing official. There's L-Corp to think about and she doesn't want to even imagine the headlines that would follow if a Luthor joined the Justice League. And when the League finds themselves facing an enemy that specializes in magic, one that has no trouble at all taking down Superman, the decision is made to call in Kara (something that Lena doesn't agree with but knows better than to argue. pushes to assist while Lena's sent to the armory to retrieve a weapon that they hope might stop them. She spots the weapon in question but before she can retrieve it something else catches her eye that almost feels like it's calling to her...

Just as Supergirl arrives on the scene, there's a flash of golden light and a figure making a beeline towards the enemy, tanking a blast of magic that had been enough to lay out Superman seemingly unscathed and just as quickly as it had begun, it ends and once the smoke clears, there's Lena still floating in midair wearing the Helmet of Fate. She's made a deal with the creator of the Helmet that still possesses it. The Lord of Order. Too long he's acted without a vessel, too long chaos has been allowed to run rampant. Speaking through Lena, he informs the League of the agreement. There are those that disagree but Lena's made up her mind. It might be safer to act as a force for good as a vessel rather than by her own hand... She's a Luthor, after all. Kara is the loudest to voice her disapproval but there's little that can be done. The deal has been made. Lena is no longer Lena. She's the vessel for Doctor Fate. But as per the agreement, Lena gets one day a year to remove the helmet, to be herself for a time. The first time that she does, Kara watches from a distance as Sam envelopes Lena in a hug, looking more stunned than anything. Lena consoling Sam as she cries against Lena's shoulder, asking Lena why she would do something so foolish. And Kara is left to wonder if they can ever reconcile, if perhaps they missed their moment to do so...

#asks #I had this image of Lena getting grey hairs and still apart from Kara and this is what came of it #supercorp

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LONG POST! you can skip.

I have come to rant and vent about Jack from Wonder Woman 2023 and why they are a transgender/TRANSFEM allegory.

I would like to preference this by saying that you can feel represented through this character for a multitude of reasons regardless of being trans or not but I personally think they’re some sort of transfem allegory and I’m here to talk about why because 1) its my blog and 2) I am obsessed and I’m here to argue that they are transfem, a transfem allegory or at the very least transfem coded.

Who is Jack?

“Jack” is an extreme Wonder Woman “fanboy” that we know is ill, their tests have been coming up slim and they've had a multitude of doctors come and try and cure them and to give them a couple of good memories before they pass, their parents ask Wonder Woman to spend a day with them.

Allegory 1.

From their timid nature, I assume that a lot of their life they feel like an experience is ruined if they're involved or feel apologetic if they're not perfect all the time. This to me makes me think “Jack” likes to try and embody Wonder Woman during stressful or traumatizing situations. They idealized her to never be afraid, anxious, or quiet.

Allegory 2.

There’s this montage that features “Jack” doing a bunch of things that an Amazon would do like archery, wearing the armory, or eating the fruit, but also things that Wonder Woman would do like use her lasso, throw her tiara or sword fight, etc.

It makes me think “Jack” wanted to spend their time doing things that made them feel strong, things that could really immerse them into the Wonder Woman experience. Something they probably yearned for themselves, probably used imagining themselves in the life of an Amazon to escape.

Allegory 3.

Point 1.

“I don't think this should be what I… like.”

There are expectations for you in the world, and certain people, most of the time a trans girl will feel the pressure that she should be this way or act this way but they simply can’t because it's not how their brains work, it's not how they function, and when you're told otherwise you start to think there’s something deeply wrong with you like you’re broken.

Point 2.

“It’s my dad… and the other kids.”

Trans people, you ever have the dad or either parent feel like they can’t support you and you have the desire to be called your gender but they avoid calling you gendered things at all like “Boy” or “Girl” and avoid gendered things entirely by just calling you “Kid” or “child”? Because that is what this feels like. A relationship between a father and son is strong but when the son shows disinterest in that relationship then the father feels rejected. Their happiness to have a son feels strained and they begin to wonder how they should interact with the child.

“Jack” also feels like their dad doesn't support them and their interests, be it something happening off-panel or the natural feeling trans youth feel like they’re being subtly judged by their parent even though they don't want to say it. That along with their community judging them to their face and ostracizing them for being different.

Point 3.

“Why can't I like Superman or Batman and… I don't know… Baseball and like normal stuff? For a boy? Why is this good?”

Boys feel represented through Superman or Batman, a strong invincible, and macho man. Not a woman, why does Wonder Woman make “Jack” feel seen for the first time in their life? Why does the world of a woman give “Jack” so much escapism? Do you get where I’m going with this?

Point 4.

“Is it because I’m sick inside? Is that why God made me sick?”

It's the idea that inside you, regardless of what you may look like the stuff inside you makes you sick and wrong. The person inside you that you've been holding onto for so long. It's like you feel impure and sinful and like you deserve to be punished for something you didn't ask for cause then maybe the punishment will make everything feel right again.

This to me at the very least sounds like the typical “Superboy trapped in a Wonder Girl’s body” if you know what I mean. I know they're coming to terms with their death and this character might die but I hope they don't, I really do.

This character was supposed to reach out from the pages and touch the reader who relates to it most, like making male Wonder Woman fans feel seen… but how come it reduced me; a trans girl Wonder Woman fan to tears? I felt that I connected to Wonder Woman, I felt my gender through her just like “Jackie” probably does. I selfishly want to see more of them personally.

Anyway, I love them so so so much. Wonder Woman come in many different shapes and forms and personally I like to think of them as my favorite “Wonder Girl.”

END OF POST.

#wonder woman jack #wonder woman 2023 #wonder woman #diana prince #dc comics #dc universe #dc #comics #eve’s thoughts

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comicartarchive · 1 year

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Punisher Armory 2 Cover by Jim Lee

#punisher #jim lee #cover art #comic book cover #Original Comic Art

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vexwerewolf · 19 days

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How do I make my daisy cutter more busted I already took vanguard ii

Weapon Mods

Nanocomposite Adaptation from Balor 2 makes it ignore cover regardless of range - Vanguard 2 only does it within range 3.

Paracausal Mod from Saladin 3 gives it Overkill, ensuring a higher damage floor at the cost of heat, and causes it to deal true damage (i.e. ignores Resistance, Armor and other reductions that are not Immunity). Very high SP cost, though, and Saladin 3 is one hell of a splash just for this, but on the plus side it gives you three ranks in an HA frame and thus access to the Integrated Ammo Feeds core bonus - see below.

Supermassive Mod from Caliban 1 also gives it Overkill, while also giving it Knockback, or even more Knockback if you're willing to lose the ability to use it in Overwatch. Very low SP cost.

Systems

Type-3 Projected Shield allows you to do something really funny - interpose the shield between you and your ally and then include them in the Daisy Cutter's cone. You receive +2 Difficulty to hit them, but not any of the enemies around them.

Hunter Lock from Pegasus 1 allows you to declare "fuck you" to one enemy in particular. Unlike many other sources of bonus damage, this is not halved because it only affects one target.

LUCIFER-Class NHP from Tokugawa 3 lets you deal bonus damage based on your heat so long as the attack deals any Energy damage. Daisy Cutter doesn't usually do this, but if you combine it with the Nuclear Cavalier talent, your first attack while you're in the Danger Zone will deal Energy damage. Remember that this bonus damage is halved if an attack hits more than one character.

ASURA-Class NHP from Sherman 3 doesn't really do anything specifically useful for the Daisy Cutter, but the ability to more or less take an extra turn is S-tier on literally every single mech in the game.

Core Bonuses

Integrated Ammo Feeds from Harrison Armory simply lets you fire the weapon twice more per mission. It may or may not be worth the CB slot, depending on whether your build also has other Limited systems.

Auto-Stabilizing Hardpoints from GMS gives all your attacks automatic +1 Accuracy. This isn't particularly interesting, but goddamn is it effective.

Overpower Caliber from GMS gives the attack +1d6 bonus damage. Remember that this bonus damage is halved if an attack hits more than one character.

Talents

Nuclear Cavalier gives your first attack roll while in the Danger Zone heat application and bonus damage. Unlike most sources of bonus damage, this only applies to the first attack roll, not the first attack, so the bonus damage won't be halved. Better yet, you get to pick which target this applies to, since for AOE attacks, you get to decide the order in which your rolls are made.

Heavy Gunner gives you the most absurdly flexible reaction attack and control tool in the game, and it pairs fiendishly well with the Daisy Cutter. Unlike almost every other reaction in the game, you can decide precisely when it triggers, and this allows you to use an enemy as an aiming tool for your cone, meaning that unless they move away from their allies, you can just wait until they line up the perfect cone and then fire. Sure, you only deal half damage, but with the right tools you can still make the hit pretty punishing

#lancer #lancer rpg #lancerrpg #lancer-rpg

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thepenultimateword · 11 months

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Sweet as Sugar, Sharp as Fangs Part 2

Thank you @creweemmaeec11 for helping come up with the title!

Part One

The ada who opened the door wore nothing but a barely knee-length bathrobe and a pink boa. Luckily, he had enough thick gray fur, meticulously brushed and fluffed, that Maeve didn't feel quite so much like she was staring at a bare chest. His ears were like a jackal's, very long and pointed, only varying in their curled tips, but that was where the canine features ended: flat face, coonish paws, and no tail that she could see. And she was staring. Stupid. She couldn't just stare people up and down like pieces of...

Her gaze froze halfway toward the ground.

Cradled in the plush crook of one arm, so bundled he camouflaged in the fur and fabric, was her baby.

"Dio!" the ada said brightly, eyes fixing on the Dionyus.

"Finch!" Maeve cried simultaneously.

The ada's attention shifted onto her, flashing a smile full of short sharp teeth. "Oh, are you mum?" He adjusted Finch's weight in both hands to hold him out to her.

Maeve made no hesitation to pull him into her own arms, giving him a quick once-over.

The ada leaned forward, the scent of cinnamon wafting off his robe.

"He had an itty bitty little raw spot on his nose," he said, pointing a clawed finger, "but I spread lemon balm on it and since then he's been sleeping like a dream. You're different than I was expecting. Dio did say human, but he described you smaller and more deadish, but looking at you right now, you're quite lively. I can see it in the eyes, baby's got your eyes, lucky eh? I read that eyes are a person's most important feature because they're so central. They often carry the weight of a first impression. Speaking of, maybe you'd like some lemon balm with you for your own raw spots? I have lots and lots so if you'd like a jar, feel free to take one."

"Flor," said Dionyus, promptly stopping the other ada from finding another topic. "This is Maeve. Maeve this is Flor."

"Yes! Do come in!"

"We just came to pick up--" Dionyus started, but Flor was already starting back into the sitting room.

"So what is a human doing all the way out here at the wall? Sorry, silly question, it's obvious why. What's baby's name?"

Maeve glanced at Dionyus, ignoring his shaking head as she stepped after him. "Finch."

"How adorable. It really suits. Tea? I just heated some water."

Maeve blinked. A week ago she was isolated and fleeing for her life, yesterday she was trying to live just long enough to deliver Finch to safety, and now, an ada in a bathrobe--the third ada she'd ever properly met--was offering her tea. It was such a strange turn of events she could barely get out more than, "Er...I..well...I suppose?"

"Excellent! Dio?"

"As long as it's not any of your homemade blends."

Maeve startled to find the dark ada over her shoulder. So he'd followed her after all.

Flor let out a gentle huff as he bent for the teapot. Turned out he did have a tail, bobbed and only just peeking from his robe. "You know, Saren likes my blends. He uses them to stay alert on tower duty. You'd get used to them if you drank them enough. But alright, I won't force you. What sounds better ginger lemongrass or hibiscus blossom? " His tail flicked as he talked, lifting the hem of his robe.

"Flor, shouldn't you put something on?"

"Hm?" Flor glanced back at Dionyus with oblivious gray eyes. "No, I'm fine."

"I didn't mean for you."

"Ohhh." Flor smirked. He grabbed both tea boxes, hooking a couple teacups on his fingertips along the way, and balanced everything stressfully, but surprisingly well to the sitting table, plopping to the couch with a pof! of overstuffed cushions. He looked at Maeve as if imparting a secret. A particularly silly one. "Dio is shy. He never undressed in front of anyone the entire time we were in academy. He always arrived extra early. If we had a surprise drill, he waited until the armory was empty no matter the punishment for lateness."

"I'm not shy." Dionyus's feathers raised a fraction poking out like quills. "I'm simply not shameless like you."

Flor laughed, but ultimately ignored the hint, measuring out the herbs into a strainer over the first cup.

Maeve watched his nimble movements with lip-parted awe. She'd never seen an ada so comfortable in his own skin. Magnum had always seemed half-ready to climb out of his.

And she was staring again.

She shook herself. "Um...he--" Maeve nodded in Dionyus's direction, unable to bring herself to say his name like someone familiar and not a stranger only a few sentences deep into acquaintanceship. "--said you know a lot about children. Do you have your own?"

"Aw, Dio!"

"I never said a lot. I said more."

"Coming from you, that's still a compliment." Then to Maeve. "Short answer, no. But I am a chirr."

"A...chir?"

"Yeah, it's the type of ada I am."

"There are types?"

"Of course," Dionyus said. "We may look jumbled to you, but it's not like we turn out by chance."

"And how am I supposed to know that?" Maeve snapped. "By absorbing knowledge through mere presence?"

Dionyus glared but Flor continued cheerily as if the exchange hadn't happened.

"Dio is a shadowghast; if I may be so bold, Finch looks wolfbane. There many many types of adas, and despite what Dio said, we can get rather jumbled if types intercross, but most tend to stick to their own. You see, we all do things a little differently, so it's ideal to find a partner who shares those practices."

"Humans do that too," Maeve said. She stroked her fingertip down Finch's snout--smiling at his tiny yawn--perfectly aware of how she had not. She'd probably gone as far from familiar as she could go. The village called her a witch. Others a demoness. Her family favored the side of "broken-minded."

"For instance," Flor launched, passing a finished, floral-scented cup toward Maeve. "For chirr's, babies are a boy thing. We raise the kids and the mums do that hunting thing. Better because they've got us surpassed in size and teeth. Anyway, I grew up with lots of siblings so I've got lots and lots of experience. No mate yet, fingers crossed, but if you wouldn't mind putting in a good word for me around town that I'm very baby prepared?"

"She's not staying."

Maeve and Flor turned toward Dionyus together.

"She's not?"

"I'm not?"

Dionyus's feathered were straight up now, tufted ears flared and flattened. His long tufted tail lashed the floor. "Of course not! This is the Wall, specifically designed to keep humans out. She's lucky I even brought her this far, imagine the chaos if the inner city found out."

Panic crawled up Maeves throat, but she swallowed it hard before it could turn audible. Instead it writhed like snakes in her stomach. She'd done everything, risked everything, to get here. The trip had only proven what she already knew, there was no place for ada on her side of the wall. Not as equals anyway. And she didn't know if she could do isolation again after Magnum... Looking over her shoulder all the time, spooking at every sound, raising Finch afraid and hidden.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" she said.

"Leave."

"She can't do that!" Flor said for her. "She has a baby!"

"Finch can easily be set up in a wolfbane family. They're all about taking in strays. He'll be healthy and happy and--"

"I'm not leaving him." Maeve growled it, eliciting a small, sleeping cry from Finch as she held him tighter. "I didn't intend to live this long, but if I've made it this far, I'm seeing it through. I'm not just abandoning my son to a bunch of random creat-- adas. I'm especially not entrusting him to big, black feather duster who only helps as far as it's comfortable."

Dionyus shot upright, sloshing tea over the rim of Maeve's teacup as he hit the table. "You and your mutant child are none of my business. I did a good deed bringing you here, a far better deed than almost anyone else here would have offered you. Now, an ugly, bald-faced human isn't going to go unnoticed for long, so you're going to make a decision: leave the child as you intended or go together."

"Neither. You're just going to have to live with seeing my ugly bald face around town. I'm staying, and you can't make me go."

Dionyus scoffed. "How quaint. You think I'm what's denying you access? I'm a soldier. This is a council-level inquiry, and you'll never reach the building let alone get an audience."

Maeve glanced at Flor for clarification. The ada's long ears had gone sideways and he scrunched a little in his seat.

"The council are judges," he said quietly. "The big law deciders of the wall. Anything big questions are brought to them. They're located in the seat. That's in the center of the beyond, in the inner cities. Humans...technically aren't allowed."

"And I'm not vouching for you," Dionyus said.

Maeve stood abruptly, glaring firmly into the dark ada's narrowed eyes. "Then I'll talk to the council myself."

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Halfway through writing, I realized that this is literally Flor:

#fantasci #fantasci writing #fantasy #monster x human #monsters and humans #fantasci tumblr #fantasy writeblr #fantasy writing community #writblr #writeblr #writing #writing community #writers of tumblr #creative writing #writing snippet #writing series

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hi blimbo! i was wondering if there were any beetles involved ? :3 i wanna make a woolly chafer beetle that randomly stumbled over here from africa and experiencing a Bug Isekai of some sort

Beetles do in fact exist in Bug World No Mercy!

Their nations often lend their soldiers to other bug kingdoms for defense, specifically the ones located deep in the forest

The Beetle Battalion consists of many different kinds of beetles

They've perfected the art of armor, some beetles even request that once they die, their shells are used for other bugs. Sort of like an organ donor in a… weird bug way

The location of Beetle Nation is difficult to track down, it's so deep in the forest and so hidden that many need an escort to guide them there

And even then, most of those times the non-beetle might need to be "blindfolded" during the journey due to Beetle Nation being very secretive of their location

It is apart of the Beetle Oath that a Beetle of the nation must not give information about their nation's whereabouts

The punishment for an offensive like this is death. With their shells being used in future armory (if applicable)

As for the woolly chafer beetle:

It'd be interesting for them to be involved. It wouldn't be too far out there if they were bought from some beetle trade and somehow escaped

Beetle Nation would gladly welcome them in, whenever they actually make it to Beetle Nation

But it's up to you on how you want to approach your beetle character! (Questions about Beetle Nation are welcomed)

#blimbo rambles #ask #bug world no mercy

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Things from Harrison Gray’s Route Chapters 1-5

*This is not a full summary or translation*

Also there might be an accidental Gwen (my MC’s name) instead of Kate here and there.

Chapter 1

We start with a flashback from Harrison during his childhood with his parents. His mother has a kind smile and his father has the same mint green eyes

In the fairy tales that Harrison reads, there’s always a lying fox. Liars are bad people who make trouble for others, so they should be beaten by heroes/allies of justice like his father. When Harrison grows up, he wants to be a policeman like his father.

Harrison’s father said something important to him after that, but he can’t remember. He can’t even remember his face

Kate joins the guys on their mission

The way William follows after Liam when the latter rushes out of the mansion to the carriage is like an owner chasing after his pet cat

Harrison asks Kate if she asked to tag along to gain Crown’s trust or out of duty. It’s both, plus a bit of self-interest since she can’t go back to her old life without gaining their trust anyway

Harrison warns her that pure aspirations will get her killed

Hey look, Obsidian bg

The targets tonight are some men who deal in human trafficking - they sold some kids on the streets from East End to other countries. Fun fact, East End was known for its poverty and was where Jack the Ripper’s attacks took place

Liam’s curse allows him to turn invisible

Using his power from his curse, William commands the men to drop their weapons and kneel

William has Kate judge their fate. But since William revealed his power, the men have no choice but to die

Liam asks to be the one to do it to satisfy his curiosity. Blood sprays like a blooming lycoris, followed by deafening screams and maniacal laughter from Liam.

Harrison sits in front of Kate and asks if she’s okay. He starts off with reassuring her but then *click* points his gun to her head. He could kill her if he wanted to. She’s only known the guys for a few hours so she shouldn’t be so trusting. Did she not think for even a little bit that they might’ve used her? Whether as a decoy or as a shield. Or to straight up shoot her.

This is the world of evil she’s stepped into

Chapter 2

Harrison tells Kate that she could just do nothing for a month so that she doesn’t wind up in dangerous and scary situations.

Kate’s no coward

Harrison doesn’t really care if she winds up dead or not.

Harrison shuts the eyes of the dead

On their way back to the castle, Kate asks William why he decided to punish the men right from the start. Those men had committed a similar crime before and were taken into police custody. They were then released due to good behavior

Fight evil with evil. None of Crown’s actions are justice either

William tells Kate that she will witness many things done in the dark that will sway her values. There will be times when she’ll face confusion and despair, be disturbed and troubled. She’s free to face it or shut her eyes because she’s the master of her own house

Back to Liam and Harrison cleaning up the bodies, Liam notes that Kate’s expression was stiff and wonders if he scared her.

He’s also noticed Liam talking to her on the side and asks if he’s interested in her

Harrison’s craving something sweet and asks Liam if he knows a place that’s open late at night. Liam will accompany him if he calls the police. Harrison decides to go home instead.

The next day, Victor tells Kate to touch a specific glass, a shelf displaying various weapons appears. A hidden armory that Victor obsessively collected

There’s an umbrella that’s actually a tranquilizer. What is this, Kingsman?

Oh, Kate asked Victor to teach her self defense

Victor almost pulled Kate into a super tight hug. Harrison calls him a pervert and threatens to report him to the Queen

The two (mostly Victor) were being so loud that Roger couldn’t concentrate on his experiments. Victor calls out to Roger and apologizes.

Roger’s power from his curse is super sensitive hearing. He can easily pick up distant sounds. He can consciously divert his focus though

Kate apologizes to Harrison for her selfishness last night. She’ll do what’s asked of her and watch them in earnest. So she’ll need to learn to protect herself. She asks if it’s okay to get to know the members of Crown

Harrison pulls her close and asks if she can protect herself like this.

There’s a glimmer in Victor’s eyes like he’s up to something. He just came up with a great idea

Chapter 3

Harrison doesn’t want to hear it

The fox’s curse has been pretty unknown throughout history because they’re liars

The more one understands about their curse, the more freedom they will have. Maybe? Possibly?

Kate deduces that her job as the writer will help with that.

Victor: Were you a goddess in your past life?

Going back to Victor’s great idea, since there’s only one of her and 8 of the cursed, he suggests that Kate be Harrison’s personal fairy tale writer

Victor: I’m so efficient

Harrison refuses; he doesn’t want Kate around him 24/7. Victor doesn’t plan on giving up

Theeeen...Victor will ask the Queen. Kate thinks Victor’s childish

Harrison asks Kate if she’s okay with the idea. Well she does agree with Victor...

Harrison grumbles and gives Kate 3 days to get at least one useful piece of info out of “him”. If she succeeds, then she can follow him around as she likes

The next day, Harrison agrees to talk to her. Except he doesn’t show up to their meeting place. He’s nowhere to be found. Later that night, Kate dresses up and meets him at the social event he’s supposed to be gathering info at.

At the event, Harrison goes by “Oscar”

After the butler announces their arrival, Harrison goes to ditch Kate since he just needed a partner to enter the gathering

Apparently Harrison’s hair color is “milk tea-colored”

Kate goes to chase after him but he gets swarmed by noblewomen.

Time skip to the third day. She’s not giving up. And then realizes a loophole: why not ask other people about Harrison?

Kate goes to look for Liam, who’s in the Roger’s lab. He got himself hurt/hurt himself trying to satisfy his curiosity

Liam readily agrees to give Kate info on Harrison and Roger gives them a look. He doesn’t think Harrison wouldn’t have made it so simple. Kate repeats Harrison’s terms. Roger repeats the “from him” part of the condition.

Chapter 4 (normal avatar mission)

Liam calls Harrison mean and goes to comfort Kate.

Meanwhile Roger laughs and offers his condolences for being deceived by a fox. Still, he’s on her side

Harrison’s been avoiding Roger’s experiments. Just let him do one or two things to his body

Roger might look like a reliable older brother, but he’s an egoist

Liam would like Harrison, Kate, and him to all be friends

By the time Kate leaves the basement lab, the sun had already gone down

Alfons’ long coat flutters behind him like a crow’s feather

He may have an idea where Harrison’s at. A gambling den under a restaurant in Leadenhall Market

Kate thinks she’ll be fine going by herself

When she leaves, Alfons has this unhinged expression. Says to himself that her “life” might not be in danger. But there are “other” dangers...

Back to Kate, at the gambling den, she had been approached by a gentry who told her that she has to play a game if comes here

She’s asked how she’ll pay for her lost. All she has is three months worth of salary which is not nearly enough. They’re interrupted by Harrison

Harrison whispers to her that he can help if she pays him back. One way or another, she’ll have to pay someone in some way. He’s the better option so Kate asks him for help

He introduces himself as Kate’s fiancé. Meanwhile, Kate’s the sheltered daughter of an aristocrat who followed him to the gambling den to get a better understanding of him

Harrison challenges the gentry to a game. The gentry suggests poker. Harrison ups the ante to 20x the amount Kate had lost

Harrison wins with a royal straight flush and one of the gentries accuses him of cheating. Harrison doesn’t mind getting searched. But if he’s going to get searched, then search everyone else too. That shuts the gentry up

Harrison and Kate leave the gambling den

Harrison asks her if she thinks lying is bad. She tells him that she doesn’t think you can call lying evil because people will lie in order to protect themselves. She’d like to try to understand why the person lied first

Harrison tells her that there are still people out there that lie for their own benefit and won’t hesitate to hurt others. People like Kate would be easily crushed. Remember that the next time she goes to find Harrison in a place like the gambling den

Oh yeah, she has to repay him for saving her

They go to a cafe where Harrison orders a grape cake, a cheesecake, a chocolate parfait, etc. They’re all for him. Oh, and a sweetened strawberry milk. Her turn to order. She’s paying for all that.

Kate: There goes my play money Harrison: But it was delicious wasn’t it? Kate: Of course it was! I didn’t even know a place like that existed

10 minutes until the day ends.

Harrison’s aloof, unreadable, a liar, and mean. It feels like he can see straight through her when he looks her in the eyes, but sometimes she catches a hint of loneliness in his. She’d like to get to know him better, know what makes him happy, sad, etc.

Kate tells Harrison that he never abandons a person in need. That is her 1 piece of useful info about him

Harrison laughs. She’s more stubborn that he thought

His soft smile has stolen Kate’s heart

Kate apologizes and tells him to forget about what she said, but Harrison cuts her off. He’ll give her this win. Also if he didn’t accept her answer, he’d have to deal with her being all sad and stuff.

Harrison’s about to continue walking when he stops and tells Kate to walk in front of him. His reason is that the fox’s curse is getting distracted when someone’s next to them. (Me: Is this a lie)

He asks Kate who gave her the hickey on her neck. She freaks out, but he’s just playing with her. Curious how she’s managed to survive this long

Harrison offers her a tin of mint-flavored candy

Kate: Mint’s a hit or miss Harrison: Hmph. Well if you don’t want any, that’s fine Kate: I do! I want it!

The candy reminds Kate of Harrison

Chapter 5

The next day, picnic with Victor, Kate, Ellis, and Elbert in the garden. Loads of food prepared by Victor

Ellis and Elbert were kidnapped by Victor but they just went along with it

Victor calls Ellis his adorable youngest. Elbert’s distracted by butterflies

A tap on the shoulder. Elbert shows a stone to Kate and asks if it’s pretty. It’s just an average stone and she tells him so. But if Elbert thinks it’s pretty, then it might be. Don’t trust him to determine what’s beautiful or not

A tap on the other shoulder. Ellis gives Kate a baguette with blueberry jam. It’s his favorite

The reason for the picnic? To celebrate Emma winning Harrison’s challenge

Kate says she would’ve liked Harrison to join in on the picnic too. Speak of the devil and he will appear

Victor’s surprised that he showed up since he’s never joined a picnic before. Ellis had called him over, thinking Kate would be happier if he was here. She’s happy now right? Harrison tells Kate not to take all his questions seriously

Harrison eats a muffin and Victor tells him he made it with extra butter and cream. Harrison tells him he doesn’t care who made it, as long as it tastes good.

For some reason, Kate feels disappointed learning that Harrison’s just here for the sweets. Harrison then asks if she’s disappointed he’s not here for her. Kate denies it and he tells her that she sucks at lying

Just this description: Victor draws a gentle arc on his beautiful lips

Harrison works as a proofreader at a publishing company. But he’s also helping with researching ideas for the novels

Kate asks if she can tag along and he allows it as long as she doesn’t get in his way

Harrison’s love for books comes from the fact that they’re something that’s been with him his whole life. Since his dad was a policeman and his mother a teacher, he spent his alone time reading

Oh hey, Doyle. The line that made him Harrison’s favorite author: “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”

Harrison looks radiant when talking about what he enjoys. The darkness that’s usually in his eyes is absent

Harrison’s glad Kate tagged along today. More hands to carry stuff

Kate: Glad to be of service

Things Kate has learned about Harrison: Has a sweet tooth, loves reading - mystery being his favorite genre, ruin’s Victor’s fun able to see through Victor’s magic tricks

Harrison: Liam, if you’re not going to drink that strawberry milk, then I’ll have it Liam: Sure. Yikes, seeing you add so many sugar cubes to it is giving me heartburn. (Me: That’s not going to dissolve well)

Harrison’s also good at messing with Kate and making her lose her composure

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