#blessed be the tie that binds

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Blessed Be The Tie That Binds The Worship Network | Runtime: 52secs

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[katsukikitten]

Izuku spits in your mouth, it's his guilty pleasure.

"You need some help right, Princess?" Tipping your chin up so that he can look you in your eyes. Letting his thumb slide over your plush bottom lip. Dark emerald eyes at half mast as he looks down at you, quieting the whimpering groan that climbs up his throat.

Slowly allowing his thumb to penetrate your lips, your tongue swirling around his thick digit before giving it a teasing suck and this time he can't hide the sound that sends a jolt straight to your clit.

"Now you're being my good girl?" At this point the man towering over you is drunk with want, need , that drips from the angry tip prompted by his twitching.

He presses firmly, flattening your tongue with his thumb, admiring you like a painting. Gazing long enough that he watches drool slip past your lips and down your chin to drip onto your bare chest as he stands fully clothed.

Still in his dark slacks and crisp white shirt from his boring pro hero meeting. His emerald tie wrapped tightly around your wrists, binding your hands behind you as you sit on your knees all because of one, or several, bratty text messages you sent him while he was presenting for the hero commission.

He gathers the saliva in his own mouth, letting it fall to the tip of his tongue as the wet muscle hangs past his lips. He's patient, watching the silvery string fall towards your open, hot mouth.

But you aren't, wiggling and whining before gravity blesses you and the string connects him to you before he pushes his tongue against his teeth making a hissing sound when he blows. The glob lands next to his thumb on your fluttering tongue.

"That enough? Need more?" His voice is a soft, rumbling timbre, his cock painfully hard as he watches you nod. Reacting the action one more time until he can't take it, especially after the loud moan you let echo around your shared living room.

"Sorry Princess, I can't wait anymore, okay?" It comes out as a shaky breath, growling when his belt fights against him as he keeps his thumb planted on your tongue.

Pulling his pants and boxers down to rest under his thick freckled ass as his fat cock springs free. Tip sticky from the need for you that weeps. He takes his free hand and grabs at the base of his thick shaft, resisting the urge to spread the pre along his length.

Tapping the tip to your tongue that fights against his thumb that keeps it flat. Sliding into your mouth making your jaw burn as you adjust to him and the hold he has on your chin, hitting the back of your throat and when you gag around him he finally loses it.

Removing his thumb and taking both of his hands to fist your hair, roughly bobbing you onto his cock until he's bucking his hips into your hallowed cheeks.

Gagging and bringing forth more saliva that helps him glide in and out of you with ease, and although he loves your pussy, worships it, nothing compares to the sinful way you look up at him.

Pleading tearful eyes with your bratty mouth stuffed with his cock, pre and drool falling past your lips collecting on your pretty tits that jiggle with each thrust.

Izuku never could last during head or when he can face fuck you as punishment. Especially when he knows how wet your pussy will be for him once he's done, that's where he'll give you hours of pleasure but for now he'll take your advice of 'be fuckin selfish for once!'

So he is.

Groaning loudly as he lets his head fall back for a moment, emerald curls sticking to the nape of his neck before he looks back at you. Letting hot ropes of sticky cum coat your mouth and throat. A gleeful moan as you swallow around him, taking everything he has to offer and even with your hands tied behind your back you try to overstimulate him.

Try to get him to whimper, which he does, only for you. Cheeks a burning red but his eyes aren't innocent and doe like, no, you get a different kind of Izuku.

You get the hungry, needy, obsessive Izuku that stares into your soul before he withdrawals. Picking you up in one of his strong arms and holding you close, letting his and boxers fall to his ankles before stepping out of the. His free hand shoving two thick fingers into your drooling cunt with ease.

"See you love when I face fuck you." Playfully you shake your head no and his chuckles, "Oh? But your pretty pussy says she loves it." He finger fucks you harder, wants your moans to be heard by the neighbors. Wants that wet sticky squelch of your slutty cunt to be heard too. Doesn't care if they sell the audio to some trashy news station for the highest price.

Doesn't care if the tabloids buy it and play it for all to hear. Then they'd know exactly who this pretty cunt belonged to.

"You love it, princess. It's why you're so wet for me." He angles his fingers just right, pressing on that spongy spot and had he not been so strong he would have dropped you from how harshly your back arched into his touch.

"M-more, Zuzu." Another whine as he teases you, borderline edges you with each thrust as he guides you to his oversized bed. Tossing you on to the bed hard enough you bounce just a bit before landing on your own hands, legs spread open to steady yourself but Izuku admires the view, "I need you."

He let's his darkened emerald eyes snake up your body, predatory gaze locked with yours as he leans over you, letting his semi hard cock press into your glistening folds. Biting back his own groan when he feels arousal on your thighs making your skin stick to his waist.

"Then you better beg for it Princess." He leans down and kisses you with his hand gently placed on your throat, soft squeeze when he pulls away, smile on his lips.

"Like you were in all those filthy messages you sent me earlier."

#izuku x reader #izuku smut #izuku thrist #kitten writes izuku 🖤🐈‍⬛ 🖋️

[huayno]

when kyrie said children are bonds she was literally correct. as in, she has an accurate understanding of the familial dynamics at play, where children are libidinal conduits between the parents. a step child's (felt or perceived) excluding loyalty to the previous spouse threatens to block this flow and potentially incur incestuous jealousy; if step parent and step child accept one another, it circulates unimpeded. battler responds to this disruption first by leaving the home and family register, and then by recognizing kyrie as asumu's successor, even valuing her ability to maintain stability by keeping rudolf "in line."

eva can't relate to this because hideyoshi was never an end unto himself but a supporting partner in her goal to claim the headship by indisputable merit, which was to be realized through george. natsuhi sees jessica as a priceless blessing that gives meaning to a marriage she didn't choose. and as kyrie points out, rosa resents maria for failing to tie her to her lover.

kyrie is not entirely candid with eva. the reason she speaks so ruthlessly is in order to provoke eva's outrage and protective instincts, so that ange is another victim of kyrie's heartlessness and an unattached orphan who can fill the hole in eva's heart. kyrie's affection for daughter wasn't false, but she doesn't think ange is worth living for now that rudolf is dead. she's a chain that doesn't bind, and kyrie doesn't actually want freedom.

#umineko #umineko spoilers

[ejunkiet]

Favourite Davey/Angel fics >:3

so aside from my own series 'jaws that bite, claws that catch', that i'm absolutely gonna plug here, here is a short list of my fave davey/angel fics hehehe

but really, I'm looking for more, please rec me your favourite fics!!

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An Angel In Wolf's Clothing by ByTheAshTree

David has something he needs to tell Angel. Something that has to be said, before their relationship can go any further.

can't tell you how many times I have reread this one, okay.

Phases of You by inthedarkestlight

David’s hand found theirs, and he plucked it from where they’d had it against his chest, twined their fingers together, and presented them both to his father. A length of leather cord was slowly wrapped and knotted around their joined hands as Gabe spoke: “Now you are bound one to the other, with a tie not easy to break. Take this time of binding, as the final vow is made to learn what you need to know – to grow in wisdom and love. That your union will be strong, and that your love will last, in this life and beyond.”

I love this story. it's a long fic, and complete, and I love the unique take on angel as a shifter, and the dynamics of rivals to lovers. <3

Growling by @dominimoonbeam

They've only been dating for a month and Davey is still trying to convince himself this isn't a big deal and he doesn't care, when Angel calls in the middle of the night sounding off.

protective davey is everything. bless you domini, this is still one of my favourites. (don't cry also, for angel and asher's friendship ;u;)

it just slipped my mind by @nat-seal-well

Of course, given their luck, they really shouldn’t be as surprised as they are when the first drop of water lands right on their nose. It still makes them look up, blinking in confusion towards the gray blanketing all of Dahlia.

another fic I have downloaded and reread often. just. perfect characterisation, and soft early angel/davey dynamics.

bonus smutty fics below the cut~

Down, Boy by @k9rage

“Down boy,” they laugh breathlessly when he bites at their neck a bit harder than intended, and he growls low in warning, only for their fingers to loop around the collar around his neck in reminder. They’re in control tonight.

Gorgeous. GORGEOUS. >:3

(Gonna Make You) Howl by @romirola

On the morning of David's birthday, Angel gives him a gift unlike anything he's ever received. David might be the alpha of the Shaw Pack, but just for the day, Angel becomes alpha of the bedroom.

WONDERFUL. Romi is a goddess with characterisation, and she knocks this out of the park. ;u;

Wanna Bet? by @taelonsamada

David is craving his mate, who’s a bit too preoccupied with Minecraft at the moment for his tastes. So he makes a bet with them. Realizing very quickly that he may have bitten off more than he can take.

>:3 okay so I was gonna rec 'Between You, Me and the Fence Post', which is a masterpiece, but I may be biased as she gifted this to me <33

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted audio #david/angel #I meant to do a fic rec thing for 2024 #but it has been hectic!! #SO this will do #redacted recs

[dreamofjoys]

For an eternity

scenario: yandere malleus finding out that his lover, a dragon-succubus hybrid, the mother of his triplet sons, is experiencing heat. malleus offers to help darling, and she agrees to it.

characters involved: yandere malleus draconia x fem reader

genre: yandere, smut

tw: forced marriage, slight manipulation, stockholm syndrome, lactation kink, knee riding (?), riding, belly bugle kink, marking, malleus paints your body with his cum, cum tasting w breast milk (?), noncon

requested by anon!

malleus draconia is a patient man.

a man with beauty, power, and grace. he has everything that only some people can dream of.

malleus draconia is obsessed over you. he wants you within an arm reach, bind you to him with something that will never break the relationship between the both of you. what was this thing that the everyone speaks highly about? ah yes, marriage.

marriage formally recognise the union of two people as partners in a personal relationship. so really, what better ways are there to tie you down with him besides marriage? to make it even better, you are a dragon like him too! dragons only devote themself to one partner during their lifetime, surely, the both of you would never be able to leave each other. he doesn't really mind that you are half succubus, in fact, he would be over the moon if you seduce him, which you never did.

besides, the both of you have long lifespans. what a perfect couple the both of you make! to accompany each other for eternity, while living a lavish life.

so imagine your surprise when you were with malleus on one of your nightly walk, and he suddenly proposes to you.

"y/n, marry me." it wasn't really a question. you stood tensed and stared at him, hoping that it was a joke. but he never jokes about stuff like this.

"and what if i don't?" you asked him, wanting to know what he will do if he doesn't get what he wants.

malleus chuckles deeply, his lips curled up, fangs glistening under the moonlight, slit pupils narrowing at you. "i wasn't asking you. i am telling you that you are going to marry me. you wouldn't want this school to crumble into specks of dust, right?"

you don't have a choice here. deny me and people will suffer

that night, malleus brought you back to valley of thorns, and declared the marriage in front of his subjects. many dare not question the prince's intention. instead, they congratulated the both of you on the marriage.

the queen looked at you up and down, and asked malleus if this is truly what he wants. with a yes from malleus, the queen gave her blessings to the both of you. that was when you knew that nobody would help you get out of this marriage.

"i don't love you at all!" you screamed at malleus, grabbing the nearest thing to you -a vase- and throwing it at him. it was the first night of the wedding, and you felt sick for marrying someone that you don't love at all. you wanted to be out of this place, but malleus wouldn't allow you to do that.

"i know that dear, don't worry, we have an eternity to solve that problem. but now, we should think about the future of valley of thorns. we can start first by having a child."

he took you by force on the first night of your wedding. what was thought to be only one child turned into three when the royal doctor announced that you were pregnant with triplets. malleus was happy. he lift you up high on the balcony of the castle, announcing to all his citizens that his lovely wife is pregnant with triplets. everyone was happy, except for you.

malleus spoils you. he gives you everything that he have. you want to wear his crown? go ahead, is yours. point at the star and he will pluck one from the sky just for you. but he never, never, lets you leave your room.

the only time that other people get to see you, is only when malleus brings you out, even if is to go to the private garden that malleus gave you. other then that, you are basically stuck in your room the whole time.

malleus would personally feed you, rub your swollen stomach affectionately, telling your unborn babies how happy he is. he acts like the ideal husband that everyone wants. massaging your feet and back if it hurts too much, carrying you around so that you won't have to struggle walking. maybe is just the succubus side of you that craves for love and attention.

you were so sure that you would hate him forever, but apparently not. not when you first gave birth to the triplets, witnessing them cracking out of their shells. instead of crawling over to their father, the three of them crawled over to you, pressing their small bodies onto yours to seek warm. you bring them up into your embrace, and noticed how all of them look awfully like malleus, except for their eyes. malleus hugs you, with the triplets just between the both of you. he gives you a kiss on a forehead, whispering how much he loves you.

you could feel something stirring inside you, as if a feeling was blossoming.

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"ugh....." you tossed over your bed, feeling your entire body on fire. you wish it was just a fever, but you know better that you are going through heat. your core region hurts so badly, you wanted to pound onto something, and stuff your insides full.

"need help?" a voice broke you out from your train of thoughts.

you turned over and noticed your husband leaning against the door, arms folded while staring at you. he was dressed in a loose robe, with the front being opened wide, displaying his abs to you. you hesitated for awhile. malleus is good right? yeah he kidnapped you, forced you to marry him and made you bear his children without your consent he has been nothing but a kind and patient husband. wiping your tears whenever you tell him how lonely it is to be locked up in the room, cleaning up the mess that you purposely made, still giving you morning and night kisses, even though you resist against him.

no matter how much of a brat you act like, he still tolerates and treats you like the most precious thing that he have. perhaps it was these little actions that made you fall for him.

"y-yes please. please help me, malleus." malleus was smiling so wide now. for the first time, you begged him. and for the first time, you finally willingly gave yourself to him.

"of course, anything for you, my love. now just lay back down comfortably and rest your head on the pillows."

you did as he said, laying your head on the fluffy pillows as malleus climbed on top of you, placing one of his knees in between your legs. "we don't need this." he teared your nightgown in an instant, revealing your bare body to him. of course you weren't wearing any underwear. why would you do that when your body literally feels like fire?

he licks his lips at the sight in front of him. your nipples hardened at the contact of cold air. some of your slick is already leaking out of your pussy....

"have you breastfeed the triplets?" malleus fondles at your nipples, watching as some of the milk leaks out from it. "a-ah ye-yes, i did."

"surely, my sons wouldn't mind if their father gets a taste of their own mother." with that, the king dived down to suck on your nipple, devouring your breast milk. one of his hands squeezes on the unoccupied breast, causing milk to stain his hands, and then the bed sheets.

you moaned out in pleasure, hands immediately travelling to malleus's back and pulling him closer to you. he pushed his knee to your neglected cunt, and you started grinding against it.

"fuck, be it your cum or your milk, you will always taste sweet to me." he looks up at you with half lidded eyes, milk dripping down to his chin, and god, he looks so hot. you pulled him up and kissed him on the lips ferociously, tasting your own milk as you opened your mouth, allowing him to shove his tongue inside you.

his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, not wanting to miss out any part of you. you tried to fight dominance with your own tongue, but malleus's tongue swirls around yours, desperate to feel you.

feeling annoyed that he still has his robes on, you ripped off his robes, leaving him bare naked. malleus doesn't care, he merely lifts you up and change the position. now, he is sitting against the headboard, legs spreading a little as he faces you to him. without any warning, he slams you down onto his cock, and you screamed at the sudden intrusion of something big inside you.

"go ahead and ride me. i know your pussy needs my cock." he didn't even have to tell you that. as soon as he slams you down onto his cock, you started bouncing on his cock at a rapid pace.

"fu-FUCK, this is so-so good! mal, gi-give me more!" honestly, how could malleus ever deny his lovely wife? he leans forward and started making love bites all over your upper body. you placed one of your hands on your belly, feeling malleus's thick and veiny cock sliding in and out of your body. god, you were so turned on. all you want right now is to be fuck over and over again.

malleus grunts, feeling your tight walls sucking him deep into him. such a greedy pussy. but is okay, he too, is greedy for all of you. "cum together with me." malleus said as he rubs your clit aggressively, watching as white loads leak out of your pussy. ah, that's his seed.

"no-not enough." you whined, wanting to feel more of him. the succubus side of you was going crazy over lust. plus, you are also half dragon.

it is never easy to satisfy a dragon. but fortunately, both of you are one.

so he turns you over again, but this time, he pushes you face from the behind and aggressively fucks you from behind.

"i-i know, love. you know what im going to do to you? im going to paint your whole body with my cum. perhaps then, you would be satisfied." malleus never lies, and he always do what he says.

that night, the both of you cummed so much, the whole room smells of you and malleus. malleus makes sure to stuffed you nice and full with his cum inside you, before cumming on your body. he gingerly spreads his cum all over you, watching as your body shines with his cum. he squeeze your breast again, watching as some milk leaks out, and proceeds to mix it with his cum before popping his finger in, getting a taste of you and him together.

"as expected, the both of us taste sweet together."

you mumbled in incoherence, feeling tired and worn out. it was a good and nice sex that lasted from late night till the morning. unfortunately, your stamina doesn't match up with malleus, so you dozed off first, leaving the king staring at your godly body.

he pulls you into his embrace, and decides to sleep with you. after all, your heat is not over, and he can still assist you after you wake up.

malleus draconia is a patient man, but only to you. you can scream at him, escape from him and do whatever you want. but he will make you love him, no matter what.

you don't need to know how many people he killed simply for just looking at you. you don't need to know that he killed some of his own kind just because they disapprove of you being the queen. last but no least, you don't need to know that he is just patiently waiting for you to run into his arms, so that he can trapped you there forever.

he doesn't need to rush things. after all, you guys are immortal. he has an eternity to make you love him, and an eternity to tie you beside him.

#twisted wonderland #imagines #malleus draconia #y/n #diasomnia #smut #twst smut #twst scenarios #malleus smut #malleus headcanons #malleus imagine #yandere malleus #yandere malleus x reader #yandere smut #dreamofjoystwst #tw noncon #female reader #tw yandere

[web-novel-polls]

Web Novel Weapon Tournament

[Please be courteous in the notes.]

Zidian - Jiang Cheng/Madam Yu's whip (MDZS)

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The Jiang Clan’s family heirloom that transforms from a ring into a whip. It was originally used by Madam Yu until her death when she (and separately her husband) used it to bind and protect Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian from the invading Wens. 

A symbol of family and honor given from Madam Yu to Jiang Cheng, Zidian’s owner can allow others to use it, as shown by Jiang Fengmian realizing Zidian recognized him before his and Madam Yu’s death and Jiang Cheng leaving Zidian with Jin Ling. 

Ruoye - Xie Lian’s spiritual device (TGCF)

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Submission:

Ruoye is technically a demonic weapon or whatever as it doesn't need spiritual power to control, but that also might just be because it's sentient and has a will of it's own but is deeply loyal to Xie Lian obviously. Ruoye can extend REALLY far!!! And he can form protection barriers, and decapitate zombies, and chop vegetables. There's nothing this good bandage baby can't do!! Peak performance! AND it'll pretend to do a snake dance while Xie Lian plays an instrument while busking!! Isn't that adorable! Xie Lian wears it on his wrists usually, and sometimes Ruoye will like tighten or rub his wrists to express fear or comfort Xie Lian and its so cute. Ruoye is so good. Personally I think despite Ruoyes background being like. Horribly tragic, thats what makes it so Good. All that pain and suffering made this thing that ended up protecting Xie Lian all these 800 years. But I left it last in case it's too much.  (tw suicide mention) Ruoye was created after being soaked in Xie Lian's blood when it was used to tie him up while various people stabbed him with a sword a hundred times. Then when he was able to return home, it was used by his parents to kill themselves for a variety of reasons we won't get into. Then, upon finding them, he tried to kill himself too. But his cursed shackles prevented his mortal body from dying, so when he died he just came back; he came back to a silk bandage that after taking the life of 2 royals, and being soaked in the blood of a royal and former god and stuff, it came to life!! With resentment technically. But he's a good boy.

E-ming - Hua Cheng’s cursed scimitar (TGCF)

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E-ming is the best boy. Hua Cheng forged his saber when he was defending humans who got caught in the middle of a big ghost battle for dominance, essentially. He dug out his cursed red eye and created E-ming from it. So his eye is on the pommel of the sword, right in the center above the handle, and it emotes!! When its happy, the eye curves into a crescent and it vibrates!!! It cries when Hua Cheng is mean to it in a fucked up sense of self loathing since his sword is born from him!! E-ming grows bigger when Xie Lian(Hua Cheng's god and eventual husband) kisses the blade, because silly erection joke! But also it begs Xie Lian for praise and attention because its BEST. BOY. Oh and I guess also the entirety of the heavens fears the cursed blade E-ming, which has the power to reopen any wounds its made an on an individual before. Just the thought of E-ming makes gods shake in their boots. But more importantly, he's best boy.

#zidian #mdzs #ruoye #eming #e ming #tgcf #mxtx #polls #wn weapon round 3 #web novel weapon tournament #queue

[kirimoochi]

this is how it feels, to fall in love with you.

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn!reader, angst.

⤷ based on d4vd's "this is how it feels" & mentions of blood.

Your memory lives fresh in his mind.

The first time he met you was when his family decided to wed him to a high-class clan, hoping that with your marriage, you might repair the name that was broken. He chose to relinquish his freedom and love for the sake of his family. The burden of becoming a disappointment weighed heavier than the decision to become a husband. It was the noblest thing a man in his position could do. But a man, he wasn’t, for he was only the age of fifteen. Old enough to be married and given authority, though not enough to be taken seriously. 

You walked down the path with a solemn smile. Dressed in nothing more but beautiful, regal clothes that fluttered alongside the breeze, you glanced up to stare at his crimson-colored eyes. He swore that beneath the surface, there was something strong and different about you. Perhaps it was the way your fingers flinched as he slid a silver ring past your knuckles, or the sound of your voice which could still be even the calmest of storms. This ring will bind the two of you for the rest of your lives. 

You were a child born under a noble name. Raised with nimble and graceful fingers which dance across koto strings. When he heard you play for the wedding, he only felt deep admiration for your immense skill. You never once looked down to strum strings. You only stared off into the distance with an expression he could only read as unyielding. A call to those whose hearts yearned for more beyond these castle walls. 

He learned later that you had no interest in becoming a professional koto player. It was merely in your family’s name and legacy to continue the tradition. You admitted to him once that had you have been given the choice, you would have loved to play the shamisen in front of the Shogun. You wish that she could hear the passion resonating through your fierce dances. Hearing of this news, he found it a shame that he was unable to hear the sound of your heart beating alongside the strumming of strings. 

When the two of you were alone, staring off into the horizon with content smiles, you thought about the future which lies ahead. You were not entertained by the notion of eternity. You always thought that it was a futile attempt to claim something that cannot be caught, to reach out to a distant star that may never lower itself to you. What appealed most to you was the thought of freedom. The belief that with only your will, you could go anywhere. One day, you hope to be carried with the summer breezes into a distant land, far away from these small isles.

You swear that your heart belonged to the voice of the wind. A sign of liberation, a melody that one can only hear if one were quiet. The blond-haired man laughed at this notion, calling you an interesting partner. He would have never expected that the noble person he married would be so cruel to their Archon’s sentiments. Though, he couldn’t help but feel rather satisfied with your answer.

He too does not want to tie himself down to this nation. If the Archons have blessed him with legs, he wants to use them to travel far and wide. If they were not meant to walk across sulled and beautiful lands, what was the point? Eternity to him is what memories are for. You may not be able to preserve the taste of fried fish, however, you can remember how it tastes and how happy it makes you feel. He decides in his soul that if he were to journey past these sandy shores, he would like to take you along. So that one day, you may play the shamisen in front of thousands of people. 

You both shook each other’s hands, agreeing that when you were given the chance, you would both leave Inazuma. You can travel the seas on a large boat, sailing across the waters with nothing more but the simplicity of strings and the desire to see the world. 

It came as a surprise when you were delivered a Cryo vision. You thought it was a joke at first. Out of all things you could have been given, it was a Cryo vision. Kazuha was by your side as you awoke to the nipping cold energy resonating beside your pillow. As you held the orb in your hands, it felt lonely. Isolated even. You never thought of yourself as lonely though. Perhaps a little distressed from the lack of freedom, but never lonely. You pressed your lips tightly together as you looked up at the sky. Wondering to yourself, what part of your life was lonesome? What made this Archon bless you with her coldness?

Your blond-haired husband said it might be a sign of something in the future. He wasn’t too sure of it himself, for he was blessed with an Anemo vision. He had the power to call upon the wind, to lead him through the air like a leaf. You would be lying if you said you weren’t envious. You felt grounded while he soared through the sky, using his abilities to catch fallen maple leaves. The best you could do is create sculptures out of ice. 

However, you refused to let this simple tool dictate your life. It was a blessing, you kept telling yourself. One day, you will find out the answers to all your questions. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you suck in a deep breath. It’s a matter of time after all. 

Time was something you didn’t have. 

The freshly trimmed grass nipped at the edges of your ankles, and the smell of rain flutters through the air like newly born butterflies. Had it not been such a dire situation, you might have stopped to admire the ways the flowers blossomed beside you. The way their petals danced and shimmered underneath the moon was simply breathtaking. A huff fell from your lips as you held onto his hand tightly, weaving through the forest like an elegant fairy. You jumped between fallen branches, all in the hopes that by the end of your journey, there might be a glimmer of freedom waiting for you.

A hope that eventually, the two of you may live in peace, basking underneath the morning light with nothing more than victorious smiles. To be beside him as he holds your hand, pressing soft kisses against your bare shoulders. To live in a world in which you could stay by his side, guided by the winds alone. You wish to be there to wipe his tears when the nights grow old and dreary. To hold him when the darkness rises to take his soul under. 

You had a dream, and you wanted to see it come to life. 

You wanted to set sail into the ocean, playing your shamisen with confidence as he recited poetry. You wanted to cut ties with your nobility so that you could remain by his side. You wish to travel through Liyue’s cities, listen to church choirs and drunken bards in Mondstadt, and create snowmen in the freezing lands of Snezhnaya. If you had more time, you would have liked to eat more of his cooking. 

Was it selfish to ask for something like this? Despite your arranged marriage, you couldn’t help but feel as if there was more to your feelings. Your vision would pulse and breathe with life each time the two of you touched. It created fluttery butterflies in the pits of your stomach. An unexplainable feeling that you could never put your fingers on. Nervous you were. 

“Give it up!” A man yelled, brandishing his polearm as his friends erupted in unison cheers. “Hand over your Visions before you face divine punishment!” 

You tugged the blond boy closer behind you as the two of you sprinted toward the end of the forest. Eternity was nothing more than a pipe dream, you say to yourself. It was something you can neither catch nor hold in your hands. Once your feet touched, the sand, you could see a small boat anchored to the shores.

“Go!” You cried, shoving him forward. He stumbled slightly as he looked back at you. You smiled at him with the same look in your eyes. The distant one that he recalls as being unyielding. The storm hasn’t quelled even a bit. The spark that has never once faded. 

“I’ll buy you time, get the boat ready!” 

Nodding, he quickly unravels the rope tying the boat to the shores, his eyes flickering back and forth onto your form. His grip was beginning to turn slippery as his palms begin to sweat. There wasn’t much time left. You and he had to leave this island in the next few minutes, otherwise, you’ll never make it out alive. He was fighting against the clock and the thought of losing you was beginning to cloud his vision. The future the two of you planned was coming to a close.

Using your Cryo vision, you summon a barrage of ice shards, forcing each of them back. A few fell to the ground, coughing up a storm as their partners continued to push forward. You quickly bring up your sword to block an onward attack, using the weight of your body and sword to shove them backward. You spun to deliver a swift kick to their stomach, knocking them into each other. 

You winced when an arrow pierces the side of your calf, effectively slowing you down enough for a hunter to knock the side of your head with the back of his sword. You send a strong punch in retaliation, encasing the surface of your knuckles with a slight sheen of ice. Had it not been for your vision, you might have been slaughtered as easily as cattle here. Because, unlike Kazuha, you were not the best at close combat despite wielding a sword. You raise your hand, calling a larger amount of crystals to create distance.

Soldiers were pushed back by several feet.  It was sufficient to give you a breather, but not enough for you to reach the boat. At this point, it looks as if only one of you could make it off this island. Closing your eyes for a moment to concentrate on your movements, it was already clear what your answer would be. Hearing the sound of your sword shattering as it clashes with a soldier, you laugh in pity.

“Come!” He yelled, stretching out his hand for you. The boat was ready to set sail. “Run away with me!”

Run away? You use the hilt to slam against the side of their head, knocking them unconscious as you use your vision to create a wall of ice. Another arrow makes its way to your shoulder but the adrenaline coursing through your veins numbs the feeling for a moment. Could you truly run away from a god?

You grit your teeth, holding back a scream when a third arrow makes contact with your wrist. Dropping the hilt, you clutch onto your now bleeding and immobile hand. Your husband only watches in horror as you breathe heavily, fighting against an army with nothing more than your vision. 

You wish you could hear his voice again but the pounding of your head was drowning out his cries. For as good as your marriage was, it was short-lived. Your Cryo vision glows a bright blue tint, freezing your skin as it makes contact with you. The time you’ve spent with him underneath trees, searching for him through thick crowds during your performances, all of it was beautiful.

The air grows cold as you plant your feet on the sandy grounds. The storm picks up speed. Thunderous claps echo throughout the skies, painting the grey and gloomy atmosphere with heated light. This is the power of a god. One that is too foolish to let even their people enjoy the fruits of life. Would you still like to play the shamisen for her now? Perhaps her ears would be too deaf to understand. 

Slowly turning to your husband, you smile at him. Your eyes soften when his hands are outstretched for you, the wind blowing you towards him as you stand still. Clutching your vision close to your heart, you miss the way it pulses and crackles. He leans forward, calling out your name. Soldiers grow closer to you but you only stare back at him. 

His breath is caught in his throat when you let yourself cry. Time goes still as the ocean tides grow wild, pushing him away from the shores. He is at the edge of the wooden boat, your name still falling from his lips like a mantra. 

“So this is how it feels,” You say, “to fall in love with you.” 

Before your body could be cut down, your Cryo vision freezes everything in your proximity. The force drives him further away. He shields his face with his arm. For only a fraction of a second, when Kazuha blinks, could he see nothing more but a large ice structure standing in your place. 

Suspended in ice, you remain at the very center. He holds onto the edges of the boat with enough force to turn his skin white. Hydrangeas, he remembers it clearly. Blue because of the color of the ice. Soldiers float around you like a cruel puppet show, their faces reflecting the horror in their eyes. In contrast, you smile in content.

You hope that he could forgive you. 

#₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kazuha #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader

[torgawl]

i forgot to make a post about this but one of the reasons i believe megumi will be saved and come back, and how that will tie with a major moment in the story (either related to sukuna or the merger), is because of his name. or, to be more precise, because of his father and the legacy he chose to leave behind. toji's character has been the catalyst for almost everything in the current timeline of jjk. he was behind gojo's awakening, riko's death, geto's spiraling and defection which ultimately led to kenjaku's possession of geto's body, the lack of options to release gojo from the prison realm when he was imprisoned by kenjaku, he was the object of yuki's study to break free from the status quo, etc. quite literally, if we do have a plot, we have to thank toji for it. toji, who turned the world upside down and changed everyone's lives by breaking the chains of fate - literal symbolism used in regards to him and other concepts within the story like binding vows, specifically the one sukuna made with yuuji. toji, the one who linked the six eyes, the star plasma vessel and tengen (subsequently relating to the merger) by achieving a state of no cursed energy and reaching something akin to enlightment. such a bringer of chaos who was looked upon as the key to save the world by yuki, who knew there would have to be a change in the souls of the population of japan and cursed energy as a whole to finally break free from the cycle of suffering (breaking from the samsara and achievement of nirvana). now, how does that relate to megumi? the irony in the role toji plays within this story as someone who was born without power. the fact his influence caused nothing but destruction yet he birthed a blessing. what if megumi's name meaning blessing isn't just a coincidence or cute detail symbolising toji's love for his family but a sign for what's to come? what if the blessing yuki saw in toji's achievements as well actually translates to something more meaningful. more precisely, what if megumi is, quite literally, the embodiment of it?

#sorry i am once again obsessed with the existance of toji fushiguro #now that the new chapter hints at the merger i cannot stop thinking about this #i made a post about this before but i used to think gojo's death linked to other happenings in the manga with tengen would be the key to #deal with the merger and take down the status quo and the ce monopoly japan holds #now that gege added uraume to the conditions of the culling game and the story is heading in that direction #it feels fitting that there's some sort of relation #yuuji's manipulation of souls megumi's soul... idk idk but i wouldn't be surprised if megumi came back and i am actively waiting for it #if it doesn't happen i will be actually surprised #there's also the whole sukuna and yuuji sort of being a whole i am so scared of yuuji in the sense i'm afraid he'll sacrifice himself in #the end and the story will end just like his grandfather said #idk the merger can also add other variables to all of this who knows what's about to happen #anyways i'll shut up now agsjshsj #jujutsu kaisen #jjk leaks #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #jjk 💭

[bullet-prooflove]

Bless me with ur writing for Jimmy Lanik with the prompt "Gonna lose control tonight" 👉👈

It’s been a bad day, one of the worst that Jimmy has had in a long time. His mind is busy and overcrowded when he sits down on the couch in the home that the two of you have made together. He hates when he gets like this, he can’t seem to get out of his head, and it drives him a little crazy because he doesn’t want to bring this shit back to the house with him.

He doesn’t say anything when you clamber into his lap, his palms come to rest on your thighs his thumbs chasing up the inner seam of your leggings as they hug his hips. He knows you can see the stress he’s under, he tries to hide it but he can never hide anything from you.

“You’re working too hard,” You tell him as your lips brush over his, he arches up against you, his synapses crackling as your palms run over the front of his shirt.

Your fingers seek out the knot of his tie, undoing it with skilfully as his hand threads in your hair keeping you close.

“You feel so good honey.” He mumbles into your mouth.

You take his hands in yours, crossing one wrist over the other before you begin bind them with his tie. He’s never met a woman as intuitive as you, one that can sense his needs, make his wildest fantasies come true. It’s not easy for Jimmy to give up control, it needs to be taken from him, stripped away.

You grasp the tie in your hand shifting slightly so you can force Jimmy’s arms above his head, his back pressing flat against the couch cushions. You straddle his hips, pinning them in place as your fingertips skate over the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one of them, your lips following suit. You kisses are light and teasing, each one a ray of sunshine across his skin.

Your mouth grazes his cock through the fabric of his trousers, and it sends a bolt of euphoria rushing through his senses. You’re careful as you unzip him, palm smoothing over his length through his underwear, jerking him just a little. His breath catches and he lets out a filthy sound, one that tells you, you have him exactly where you want him.

Your palm comes to rest on his pelvis, holding him in place as your mouth encompasses the tip of him through the fabric of his underwear. Your eyes raise up to meet his and he gets the message loud and clear.  

Don’t move…

Your free hand tugs at his underwear drawing it down his hips until he’s naked before you, his cock needy and leaking. He whines as you lick up the length of him, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock. A gasp tears from his throat and it takes everything in him not to thrust into your mouth.

“Good boy.” You whisper, your lips grazing the tip of his dick before you take him deeper.

You take him apart slowly, stripping away every thought form his head until the only thing he can focus on is the sensation of your lips wrapped around his cock. There’s a tingling in the base of his spine, his nerve endings erupt with ecstasy as your cheeks hollow out, his dick nudging at the back of your throat.

“Honey…” He warns you and you suck just that little bit harder, shoving him over the edge.

He comes hard, his wrists straining at the bonds above his head as he cries out your name so loudly there’s no way on this Earth the neighbours can’t hear him. You swallow him down, taking it all before pulling off and planting soft kisses along his spent cock.

Your reach up between the two of you, your gentle fingertips undoing the knot that binds his wrists.

“Better?” You ask and he exhales for what feels like the first time today as he nods.

#jimmy lanik #jimmy lanik x reader #jimmy lanik x you #james lanik #james lanik x reader #james lanik x you

[helluvabinge]

I saw a post wondering why a super powerful Goetia and a Demonic Prince didn't just bust into Crimson's lair to bust out Fizz (and similarly, why Striker seeks to keep getting the drop on these royals) if they're as powerful as we have been led to believe.

To be fair, we have seen Stolas at least demonstrate some pretty impressive abilities (namely his abilities in Truth Seekers and the fact that he can turn demons/imps to stone just by looking at them). It's unclear how powerful Ozzie is (Crimson does call him the weakest of the 7 deadly sins), but certainly he seems more powerful than the average imp or demon. They should be able to take on pretty much any imp or group of imps and win very easily, so I'm going to need some pretty compelling reasons for why they don't do these things.

Luckily, we get those.

In Western Energy, we see Stolas transform into his more powerful form until Striker lassos him with a blessed rope that limits his demonic abilities. This could feel like a rather convenient and contrived plot point, if blessed weapons to weaken demonic royalty wasn't Striker's entire shtick right from the beginning. But because we got the assassination plot with the blessed gun in Striker's intro episode, it feels entirely plausible that he would have tracked down a weapon like this.

In the latest episode, we are reminded right from the start that kidnappings are a pretty normal thing in hell. This is not the first time we were made aware of this, of course. When Stolas takes Via to Looloo Land, he is very aware of the possibility of kidnapping. (we know it's kidnapping because the imps that actually succeed in swiping him don't try to kill him outright. They just throw a bag over his head and tie him up) Stolas demonstrates at the end of the episode that he was never really in danger of being kidnapped, but we all knew from the start that it was an incredibly contrived excuse to spend more time with Blitzo anyway.

So in this episode, it really doesn't come as a shock that Ozzie is worried about kidnappings. The detail about the city named Ransom just bolsters the idea of kidnappings being normal. It also reinforces the fact that these kidnappings are generally business transactions, especially in Greed. The point isn't to put the kidnapped person in danger. It's just to use them as a hostage to get some money.

Of course, being kidnapped still can't be the safest thing, so it makes sense that Ozzie wants to get him back quickly, but it also makes sense that he and Stolas treat it as a business transaction. Ozzie is worried and impatient, but still fully believes that Fizz will be returned if he just agrees to whatever contract Crimson is presenting.

Now Stolas is a little more cautious. As he tells Ozzie, a deal with a demon as powerful as Ozzie could be everlastingly binding (which has some intriguing implications for Stolas's deal with Blitzo, but that's another topic entirely). He wants to make sure that the contract is clear and fair, but he is also approaching this just like a simple business deal.

And while some people may wonder why Stolas isn't telling Ozzie how much danger Fizz may be in around Striker, I think you could just as easily argue that Stolas is opting to go the route of the contract precisely because he knows how dangerous Striker is. Stolas almost died last time he was in the same room as him. As powerful as Stolas is, if Striker has any blessed artifacts on him (as he frequently has in the past), that's a big risk for both demons. Meanwhile, if they can simply work out a contract for Fizz's return, they may have a much better chance of getting out of this with everyone unscathed. That calculation may have been different if he had known that Blitzo was there, but that was never actually revealed to him.

This show definitely has some plot holes, but I actually don't think Stolas's power level is one of them. They have taken great care to make sure that there is always good reason behind why Stolas doesn't use his powers to immediately get everyone out of any trouble they are in.

#helluva boss #helluva boss s2 ep6 #helluva boss oops #helluva stolas #stolas #helluva striker

[huanglaoshu]

"The Junior Ganymede club book is still in existence. That is what tempers my ecstasy with anxiety. We have seen how packed with trinitrotoluol it is, and we know how easily it can fall into the hands of the powers of darkness. Who can say that another Bingley may not come along and snitch it from the secretary's room? I know it is too much to ask you to burn the beastly thing, but couldn't you at least destroy the eighteen pages in which I figure?" "I have already done so, sir." "What?" "Yes, sir." You wouldn't be far wrong in saying that I was visibly moved -- so visibly, indeed, that Gus the cat, who had gone to sleep on my solar plexus, shot some inches in the air and showed considerable annoyance. "Jeeves," I started to vociferate, but he cut in first. "In taking this step, sir, I do not feel that I have inflicted any disservice on the Junior Ganymede club. The club book was never intended to be light and titillating reading for the members. Its function is solely to acquaint those who are contemplating taking new posts with the foibles of prospective employers. This being so, there is no need for the record contained in the eighteen pages in which you figure. For I may hope, may I not, sir, that you will allow me to remain permanently in your service?" "You may indeed, Jeeves. It often beats me, though, why with your superlative gifts you should want to." "There is a tie that binds, sir." "A what that whats?" "A tie that binds, sir." "Then heaven bless it, and may it continue to bind indefinitely. Fate's happenstance may oft win more than toil, as the fellow said." "What fellow would that be, sir? Thoreau?" "No, me." "Sir?" "A little thing of my own. I don't know what it means, but you can take it as coming straight from the heart." "Very good, sir."

-- Jeeves and the Tie That Binds, chapter 17

#bertram wooster #reginald jeeves #reasons why jeeves likes bertie #y'all said that burning the club book pages was a marriage proposal #but I didn't realize how much of a marriage proposal #and it happens at Brinkley Court #where iirc Bertie says he's gotten engaged three or four times before #something in the air there indeed

[alexanderlightweight]

I would really love more of the deruned AU, like how does the new rune that ties Alec to Magnus affect him? How possessive are they are of each other? Does it activate when someone comes after Alec [his siblings, clary, the circle, etc?]

Thanks @fallenqueen2 for the prompt, I do love this fic so I enjoy writing for it. Hope you enjoy!

—

Alec wakes and for the first time since his deruning; he doesn’t want to throw himself off Magnus balcony.

He feels whole again but raw, like all of his aching scars have been reopened and then healed.

Like a piece of his soul is no longer missing.

“There you are darling, look at those gorgeous eyes, finally open.”

Alec blinks up at Magnus. The smile that he normally manages for Magnus curls easily across his face.

“Hi.” He whispers, voice hoarse and throat sore.

“Hello Alexander, I’m so glad you’re awake.” Magnus tells him, like Alec being awake is a blessing, not a burden.

“Magnus.” He rasps and then he’s being hushed, his head raised as a straw is guided to his lips.

He tries to drink slowly, but his thirst is overwhelming and it isn’t until he finally finishes and is let back down that he notices the taste.

“Potion?” He asks quietly, enjoying how his throat no longer feels bruised. It’s the best he’s felt since his deruning.

“A little bit more than just a potion.” Magnus murmurs but Alec doesn’t understand.

“Here darling, let me sit you up.”

Magnus is gentle as he guides Alec up and even gentler as summons a mirror and uses magic to dangle it in the air.

“I, Magnus. I don’t understand.” Alec admits helplessly as he looks at his own reflection and he lets himself go limp.

Collapsing against Magnus.

Trusting him entirely.

—

Magnus gives a soft croon as Alexander melts into him and holds him tighter, his chin hooked over Alec’s shoulder.

“You gave yourself to me, darling. So I took you, and I found a way to keep you.” Magnus summons the old stele Jem gifted him and lets Alexander see the red glow.

His boy is startled, but not afraid.

“Very few alive know this, but I am of Asmodeus’ line. His defiled and divine blood flows in my veins and I have a power very few others do.” Magnus twirls the stele and very slowly, presses it to Alexander’s hand.

“The runes you bear will no longer be angelic. But they will still protect you, aid you, enhance you.” Magnus takes a slow, even breath and adds, “they bind you to me. Tie your soul to mine, since your tether to Raziel shattered.”

“Why would you—“ Alec starts and in the mirror, he looks so very lost. “Magnus, I drove you away. I was going to marry Lydia, all to keep my parents and the Clave happy. I don’t understand, how can you still want me?” And then with a soft, broken noise that Magnus never wants to hear again he adds, “I don’t know why you ever did.”

Magnus’ heart breaks and he stores away the mirror and stele and carefully lays them both on their sides.

“Sweetheart, I’ve never needed a reason to want you. But if I must, you’re a vision to behold. You took my breath away, quite literally. You came to my aid, helped protect my people and gave me your own strength even though the problem wasn’t yours. You tried to clean my home so I wouldn’t use more magic and trusted me enough to drink and sleep in my lair. You’ve fought every single instinct and horrible thought the Clave has drilled into your mind, and you’ve protected your family to the detriment of yourself.

“Alexander, how could I not want you?”

Magnus asks, his sincere honesty conveyed through his tone and words. Magnus is genuinely curious about who wouldn’t want Alexander. It’s both baffling and infuriating.

—though a dark part of Magnus is viciously satisfied that he is the one who has Alexander—

Alexander looks lost, as if Magnus’ answer is outside the realm of possibilities he’s considered.

As if it’s impossible him to see the good in himself without Magnus explaining it.

“You’re a precious existence, Alexsnder. A treasure the Clave is going to regret throwing away. But I—“ and here Magnus leans closer, closing his eyes and letting their breath mingle as their brows touch. “I will never throw you away. I will never let you go. You belong to me now, darling. And I protect and cherish what is mine.”

Alexander sobs against him; relief shuddering through his heaving gasps as he curls closer to Magnus.

“Magnus, what do I do?” He whispers, later, when he’s cried himself dry.

Magnus stokes through his hair gently, “well, you heal up.” He kisses Alexander’s cheek carefully. Alec turns his cheek up, asking for another and Magnus obliges happily.

“When you’re well enough, we’ll work together. See how the new runes affect you.”

“I, even if I’m runed againZ I’m no longer a shadowhunter.” Alec gives a shake of his head, “I can’t be. Not after what they did. Even if they wanted me back, I won’t go back.”

“And you won’t be. I would never let them take you back.” Magnus promises, and then in an attempt at levity. “I happen to be in possession of a lovely club that can always use a handsome, intimidating bouncer.”

It earns him a little scoff of laughter.

“More seriously, I understand if you need something to do. But I’d rather you recover, safe by my side. At least until this mess with Balentine is over. Take a break, Alexander. Heal, here with me. Be protected by me and protect me in turn. Stay by my side.”

—Magnus doesn’t add, worship me, love me, adore me, that will come later—

Alexander looks at him in awe, like Magnus is too much for him to handle, but in a good way.

And Magnus falls the rest of the way in love, but it’s fine, because Alexander won’t leave him.

He can’t.

—

Magnus is floating in a cloud of euphoria as he sets up dinner. Alexander is awake, alert and even —if hesitantly— asking for food.

The bond to Magnus is healing him —claiming him— and Alexander is thriving with the new connection.

And then for a moment it comes crashing down.

“Izzy and Jace.” Alec asks him quietly from the doorway. “Have you seen them?”

Magnus raises a brow at him and then finally, carefully nods.

“They’re alive?”

He nods again.

Alexander looks like he’s afraid to ask the next question, but he has to.

“Were they, did the Clave—“ Alec bites his lip, hesitating.

And Magnus, Magnus shakes his head. Whatever punishment they received, was a mere slap on the wrist compared to Alexander.

Alexander looks wrecked. The part of him that hatefully loves them is relieved, but the part of him that resents only grows.

“Can you, can you make it so they can’t find the loft?” Alexander asks cautiously, carefully, like he’s worried he’s asking too much.

“Oh, sweet boy.” Magnus finds himself saying and he crosses the room to cup Alexander’s jaw. “I already moved the loft and made it unreachable, as soon as I found you. I also denied them the privilege of my continued services. They can no longer afford my fees.”

Alexander frowns, “fees? Oh, they said they had worked it out with you. I figured they were giving you more of your stuff back. Did they run out of it?”

Magnus blinks in astonishment and throws back his head in a mirthless laugh.

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” he finally says when he’s done. He’s angry, on his own behalf but more importantly, on Alexander’s bewildered behalf. “Darling, the necklace is the only physical payment I received.” He rests a palm over Alexander’s heart. “There was no other deal. The unspoken payment for my services was filled by the pleasure of your presence.”

Alexander looks surprised, like he honestly never guessed the reason Magnus was so generous with his time and abilities.

Magnus thought Alexander was playing hard to get at first, but now, after the horrible self-esteem and awareness Alec revealed earlier, he knows better.

“The important thing,” Magnus stresses as he places a covetous hand on the small of Alexander’s back. “Is that they are no longer welcome here. And that they will not be finding their persistent way here, no matter what.”

Magnus guides him to the table and pulls out a chair with magic, ushering a bemused Alec into it.

“Now then, something simple.” Magnus says and snaps his fingers.

And Alexander looks at the table and then he smiles, small and real.

“Simple?” He asks, a soft tease for the nearly overladen tables of soups and soft foods Magnus prepared.

Magnus smirks and sits, his feet capturing one of Alec’s ankles, keeping them physically connected as well.

“You’ll find, Alexander. That this is quite tame. You’ll get used to it.” Magnus winks and begins portioning his own food.

Alexander watches for a moment and then follows Magnus' choices. “I’d like that.” He almost whispers and Magnus feels a thrill.

He did that.

He made Alexander look forward to another day alive, and Magnus will continue to do so, forever.

#shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #immortal husbands #deruned au #prompt fill #prompt ask #prompt fic #writing wednesdays #writing wednesday #malec #lumine writes #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets #words are a weapon and i do with them what i can

[rucbarthatbowtiesarecooldw]

Saturday Afternoon Session

O Thou Rock of Our Salvation

Conducting Dallin H. Oaks

Henry B Eyring

Sustaining votes

Jesus Once of Humble Birth

Niel L. Andersen

Venezuela story about a bakery being saved in natural disasters

Tithing can sometimes bring miracles.

Put others first and

trust in the Lord – the blessings of Heaven will follow

My time is not mine – it is the Lord’s to whom I have consecrated it

Tithing is not measured by the amount you contribute – the power comes from placing trust in the Lord

Jan E. Newman 2nd counselor Sunday school

Jesus commanding the little children to come up to Him one by one

Help children find the Savior in the scriptures and build their foundation on Him

When we dig we have to dig deep – remember to dig as if for placing cement in the ground, because if you just dig normally and the ground is smooth at the bottom the cement will not adhere properly and the foundation will become unstable. You have to hit the jagged bedrock to have a fully set foundation

Folow the example of Nephi

Talk of Christ, Rejoice in Christ etc

What does this look like? Whatever looks best for you

You may feel inaudequate, but you should never feel alone

Joaquin E. Costa 70

The source of that strength is Jesus Christ

How do you show and exercise faith every day?

Keeping covenants and following commandments are not transactional, they are transformational

Come to Jesus to fix your life, don’t wait until your life is fixed to seek Him

We don’t come to Jesus because we are perfect, we come to Him because we are flawed

There is Sunshine in My Soul today

Gary E Stevenson

God given gifts – spiritual and otherwise

Holy ghost, heal and be healed, miracles, wisdom, knowledge

Sports/athleticism, art, photography, music etc

Seek spiritual gifts to share with others

There is a learning curve to spiritual gifts; keeping commandments, taking the sacrament, scripture study, prayer

Stand in Holy Places

Stand with holy people

Testify of Holy Truths

Listen to the Holy Spirit

If you hope to feel the spirit, be with people whom the spirit may freely dwell

Spiritual matters cannot be forced and you cannot dictate that for other people or yourself – they are not given for you to counsel others (unless you are a patriarch set apart by proper authority).

Reminder that once you move out of your parents house they no longer have full impressions for you. They can still feel some for you as your parents, however after you move out YOU are the head of your household so they

Yoon Hwan Choi 70

1 Do you want to be happy?

Sacred covenants that connect us fully to Heavenly Father help us be happy

2 are you on the covenant path?

3 how can keeping covenants with God keep you happy?

Alan T. Phillips 70

Don’t leave your kids at service stations

Lost sheep, lost coin, lost son

Do not misunderstand or devalue how much meaning your life has to your Father in Heaven.

True religion is the tie that binds us to God and to each other

Our journey to God is often found together

1 (no idea, had a hard time focusing this afternoon!)

2 the redemptive power of Jesus Christ

Make no mistake Christ is our rescuer and the healer of our souls

The Savior is beckoning us to rely upon and call upon Him

Heavenly Father’s love - perfect, glorified love for each one of us

You do not have to do this alone. He can provide the strength and healing needed to face the road ahead. He will provide the shelter from the storm

God’s plan of happiness is all about you, you are His child of great worth and He loves you

Ronald A. Rasband

Nothing else compares in majesty or magnitude – the gathering of israel

Always ask the Lord if the time is right to serve a mission – going on a mission, weather single or as a couple, if you are being forced into the decision, is never a good idea.

The field is the world

Senior missionaries change the very landscape with their testimonies of the Savior

Take your knowhow plus your time honored testimonies

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty

#genconf #tumblrstake #ldsconf #general conference #church of jesus christ of latter day saints #saturday afternoon session

[xeresmalfoy]

THANK YOU @kimazuiiii for this wonderful fanart of my fanfiction The Clover and the Tartan 😭😭😭😭

I am a big fan of your Naruto art, you're the best Deidara and DeiSaku fanartist I've ever seen and I feel truly blessed that you took time to draw Brianna and Stephen for me 😭😭😭😭

I would also like to thank my dear friend @babybinxxx for introducing me to the Naruto fandom and to this incredible fanartist and I can't wait to read your joint DeiSaku project ❤❤❤❤ I know it's gonna be incredible !!

Please my followers, give these two all the love they deserve! If you love the Naruto universe:

1) Check out @kimazuiiii 's wonderful art, her portraits of Deidara and Sakura are absolutely stunning 😍😍😍

2) If you're into the GaaSaku pairing check out @babybinxxx stories and especially Words That Tie, Ties That Bind. She also wrote a Stephen/Brianna Modern Days AU that is absolutely lovely : The Steel Horse Cowboy and the Lonely Traveler.

#stephen bonnet #outlander #brianna fraser #naruto #deisaku #gaasaku #fanart #naruto fanfiction #outlander fanfiction #outlander fanart

[sweet-mochiii]

CN Right Beside You ASMR Transcript ~ Binding Heart 束心 

Summary: Gavin going wolf in the sheets. Enough said 🐺

Note: this ASMR goes with Gavin’s new UR karma 厮守. It is highly recommended you listen to this ASMR after you have completed the mind quest since there are some parts from the date that are referenced here.

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[Rustling Noises]

Where are you going?

Stop being busy

I came back after I ate

Lie with me a little longer

Coming back to see you sleeping so comfortably during your nap,

I also couldn’t help but sleep together with you for a while

Mm, almost everything has been explained

Xiao Xie is recovering well

I let them take the holiday off

I am also resting for two days

— 0:55

Why do you keep staring at me?

Actually

A few days ago

I had to use another identity

Lying here with you

Still, this way is good

Do you have a special memory from the past few days? (He is repeating your question out loud)

What’s so special

You seem to be smiling pretty happily

I admit

When I saw you

I didn’t recognize you

Can’t help it

I missed you too much

I also was very worried

Involving you in this decision

Was it right or not

I know you’ll stand by my side

— 2:13

The bar

Helped you relieve the stress

My method is pretty good, right?

I like this

A way for both of us to relax together

[insert sexy Gav kissing noises]

I am a bit fierce

But it can’t be helped

I’ve tried my best to be gentle with you

No?

Did you know?

There are now many different ways to restrict someone’s movements

For example

This is your cable strap right?

It is also called a tie

Very small right?

[turns you over 👁️👄👁️]

But as long as you are bent over on the bed like this

With your hands behind your back

a tie on both of your thumbs

[zipping noises]

Look, now you can’t move right?

[starts kissing your back]

Beg for mercy?

It’s a little late for that

Don’t worry

I won’t bully you too much

[more kissing noises]

So don’t think about anyone else

Only think of me

— 4:55

Call my name

Hm?

Say it again

[insert Gav kiss]

I really can’t get enough of it

[bless A Jie for all these delicious kissing sounds]

Hm?

No

You do it yourself

Bullying?

I only like to bully you (FFFFFF ME 😩)

[more breathing/kissing]

Help you untie?

Sure

Move back

Sit over here (yes sir 🐶)

Come closer

It’s more convenient for me to untie it

It’s a little tight

It seems…

I have to think about how to untie

All right

I do believe that

There’s nothing to worry about

After all

You’re too cute

So…

Just continue like this

[more kissing]

— 7:17

Want to embrace me?

Hmm

I also want to embrace you face to face

But not yet

I have not embraced enough

Heh, bite me if you’re angry

Of course

Kissing me is better

[bed creaking and kissing sounds]

Why are you shaking?

How does that compare to the previous day?

Does it make your memory more special?

I was right before

But how much

It also brings a little bit of other people’s shadows

I am not that generous enough

To let these things

Be special in your memory

Not even if it’s all just me

[kiss kiss fall in love (damn that is one long kiss)]

— 9:15

My pettiness

You already knew about it didn’t you?

But looking at your expression

Looks like it’s not enough

It seems that I have to work harder

[Breath and panting sounds (EXCUSE ME)]

You don’t have to rush to give me an answer

[Gav grunt (OMG)]

Let us…

Play a little longer

[Icha Icha sounds]

#白起 #mlqc gavin #恋与制作人 #恋プロ #戀與制作人 #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人在你身边 #MLQC #MLQC Right Beside You

[windvexer]

hello!! if you don’t mind me asking, how do you undo a spell?

If you were the caster and you have spell remnants (the thread that was knotted, the wax of the candle that was burned, etc.):

Bring the spell remnant back into Magical Space (whatever space, mindset, or rituals you require in order for your mundane actions to become magical).

Perform Undoing actions on the spell remnants. Cut or untie a knot, melt or pulverize wax, mix ashes with magically nullifying substances such as salt and iron, etc.

While performing Undoing actions, also give clear linguistic Instructions on what you expect to happen. These instructions may be spoken, thought, signed, written, read, or be imposed upon your Magical Space in any way you prefer.

Tie your instructions to your physical actions, such as:

This spell is undone as this cord is cut, the magic binds no longer

This spell is melted and reduced as I melt and reduce this wax; the magic dwindles into nothing

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; my spell is consumed by this iron rust - the magic no longer functions

I highly recommend using clear and direct sentences to the effect of "I am undoing this spell and I don't want the magic to work any more" (for those who only use present-tense intents: "this spell is undone, the magic has stopped working."

Dispose of the remnants in a permanent way.

If you were the caster and you do not have spell remnants:

Consecrate a new object (new thread to be knotted, new candle, new piece of paper) to represent the old spell. Ideally, this object will be chosen or modified to resemble the vibes of the old spell as closely as possible.

Any consecration ritual will do. The goal is to give a new physical body to your old spell; you are making an "poppet" of the spell.

Once the new physical object has become synonymous with the old spell, perform the Undoing and Instruction method that was described above.

(New candles should probably be snapped in half or burned upside down; burning them normally is more likely to empower the old spell).

If you were not the caster:

The "poppet" method above will tend to work if you know what you're doing with things. However, one of these might be more reliable:

Method One: Bless a thread with binding, limiting energies (Saturn is ideal) and trap the unwanted spell by tying it in a knot. Then burn the thread, ideally while Instructing what is supposed to happen.

Method Two: Carve the end of a taper candle so that the wick is visible on the bottom. Treat this bottom as your new "active" end, and draw correspondences from the new active end, downwards.

Coat the candle with a pepper-infused oil, score the surface lengthwise with iron nails, or otherwise mark the candle with destructive and banishing correspondences.

While doing this, Instruct the candle that its job is to banish, burn away, and destroy the unwanted spell. Light the candle. (A temporary holder may be obtained for the awkward shape by filling a deep dish with sand, soil, or salt).

Notes and Bits (Beyond 101):

It is generally wise to construct all spells with "kill codes" in case you need to undo them. This is essentially a special sort of intent that you build into the spell which undoes the spell on your command.

To avoid intrusive thought anxiety, it is almost always best to have this "code" require a specific set of physical actions, such as writing "Spell Cast on [date], be undone and begone" seven times over on a piece of paper.

Undoing a spell does not teleport you back in time to before it was ever cast. Imagine a valley with a river. A spell is cast that dams up the river. The entire ecosystem of the valley changes because the river was stopped.

Later on we can dismantle the dam and let the water flow again. But the valley will not "magically" go back to what it used to be. The spell may be undone but there will also still be significant changes already affected on this valley.

Record keeping is one of your best allies in knowing how to undo your own spells. The more you know about your spell (or anyone else's), the easier it is for you to undo or counter.

Once a spell is undone, you may still have more work to do. Suppose someone hexes me. Even if I undo the hex, my house may still be filled with nasty energy and I can still have anxiety. I will have to do a good self-cleansing and home-clearing before the effects are fully erased. Undoing a spell is not the same thing as cleaning up after it.

In sticky situations, you may also want to cast additional spells to protect against the effects of the unwanted spell.

#answered #spellcrafting #spell reversals #reversals #spellbook #grimoire #book of shadows #witchblr #just starting