#but all the pain will be worth it in the end 😌

[blueywrites]

out to play

part one of the cottage: a beastly collection

werewolf!eddie x fem!satyr!oc, 8k

collection tags: all installments will feature monsterfucking unless otherwise noted. 18+ only.

story tags: 18+. established relationship, primal play, rough consensual sex, unprotected sex, scratching, biting, blood, pain, overstimulation, knot emergence, aftercare. 1st person pov. includes physical descriptions of the OC named Juniper/Junie.

here it is - my little writing break passion project! while this will not become a full-blown fic, I do have another nonsequential part already planned, and I am very open to contributing more to the monsterfucking universe 😌. If you have any ideas, let me know!

enjoy 🥰

In the wood, about a three-quarter mile by meandering path from the nearest village, there is a cottage. It is nestled among the alders, having been fitted into a small clearing like a creature smooths and flattens the ground to establish its resting place. This resting place is fringed on all sides by wild bramble, tall goldenrod, and soft ferns, which insulate it from any who may wander its way without being meant to. 

The cottage is quaint. It has four walls made from large stones of varied shapes and colors, a mish-mash of protection borne by the earth. Its windows are shut up tight by wooden shutters, and it is topped by a thick thatched roof to keep out the bitter wind. Its chimney is cold now; firewood lies in a dwindled pile near the modest garden out front, ready to be stored away for the season. In the small clearing where the cottage dwells and in the forest beyond, all is still quiet— the honeybees are sleeping, and the birds have not yet returned from their migration south. But the clover is beginning to emerge again. Dew has replaced the frost. And today, the air is sweet with the promise of springtime. 

We are out to play.

Only the barest rustle gives me away as I weave between the alders, step delicately over ferns, and skirt the thorny brambles with equal parts caution and swiftness. My hooves skip lightly over low brush, nearly silent; I take care not to be noticed as I pick along, weaving a meandering path through the wood for some time. I continue drawing farther from my cottage and its clearing until, guided by some intuition, I allow myself to slow and pause near a felled tree. 

My soft ears flick, searching for tell-tale sounds. I scan the awakening forest, trying to catch a tell-tale glimpse of that which I’m evading. Yet, all is still. For some long moments, it is just me and my breath alone in the wood, and the prickling awareness that keeps me wide-eyed and alert to every sight and sound begins to wane. I relax; my bunched muscles ease, no longer ready to flee at the merest suggestion of danger. It is safe here now.

I take stock of myself. My bangs are mussed, and a blind attempt to tame them yields what is most likely lackluster results. Still, as I lift my thick braid from my shoulder, examining what I can see of its end, it seems to have held its shape. This consolation is quickly overshadowed as I move down my body and realize something with my dress doesn’t feel right. I smooth my hands down the linen, frowning lightly as I try to figure out why it is pinched and pulled uncomfortably around my midsection. That mystery is quickly solved when I reach behind me, unwedging the hem where it has bunched above my tail. 

In my escapade through the wood, my furry rump has, apparently, been exposed for all around to see. I am bare beneath the dress, having donned it only for modesty’s sake in case I were to encounter someone unexpected here— perhaps a villager who’d wandered too far from the road, or some curious children following the stream too deep into the forest. Though, since I’d chosen a frock short enough to keep me unencumbered as I run, I’m now realizing that it might be more trouble than it’s worth. Maybe I won’t bother with the dress next time. What’s the point? No one ever comes this far in, anyway—

There’s a subtle crackle nearby, and instantly, my prey-mind overwhelms me.

With a squeal of fearful delight, I take off at once, bounding into the brush. Knowing he’s been exposed, my hunter abandons stealth, and his pursuit becomes obvious now. Pounding feet race over old, crumbling leaves. Branches rustle and snap as they’re pushed hastily aside, almost close enough to brush me. When a familiar raspy cackle kisses the end of my braid, adrenaline bursts like goosebumps along my skin. I squeal again, but the sound subsides into a girlish giggle as I feint from him and dart to the left. With great commotion, the sounds of Eddie’s pursuit falter as he scrambles to adapt and continue after me. 

Bits of my hair fall free from the braid. No longer neat, they feather my cheeks, blowing in the wind I create with my escape. I feel that wind lift my hair and ruffle the hem of my dress; I feel the ferns and the grass crush under my hooves, and I grin. My heart throbs as I race through the wood, thumping wildly with the euphoria of the chase.

In the winter months, we could not indulge in this game of predator and prey. The snow was too harsh on the soles of Eddie’s feet, and he always refuses to wear shoes, only relenting when I insist he wear them on our forays into town. Even with his tough skin, the threat of frostbite is daunting. Plus, though I am sure-footed, Eddie is more so; and as I would make every attempt to escape him, there’s always a chance my hooves would skid on hidden ice. I did not want his feet to freeze, and he did not want to risk me hurting myself. With these concerns in mind, we spent the winter occupying ourselves with other activities. But now that the ground has thawed and spring is here — on this, the warmest day in many months, sweet and fragrant with that new emergent growth and pregnant with supple dew instead of biting frost— I begged Eddie to play chase with me once again. 

He’d seemed hesitant at first to oblige my request. His hand had cupped my cheek, broad and callused, his fingers tipped with blunt nails I always file short for him. “Full moon’s tomorrow, Junie,” he reminded me, searching my face. “You sure you want me to chase you?” 

I nodded, my eyes bright and eager, and he relented quickly. Being cooped up without the release of the chase had been difficult for both of us. Eddie was too pent-up to put up an earnest argument, and I was too aflame with the promise of play to care about what time of the month it happened to be, though I knew that Eddie would likely be rougher than normal because of it. Eddie always gets a little wolfier in the days leading up to the full moon, something he and his friends jokingly refer to as ‘pre-lycanthropic syndrome.’ I know that he is more easily excitable, more feral, when his transformation is imminent. Today, as he pursues me with the intent to capture, the thought of that is quite thrilling.

That thrill spurs me on now as I redouble my efforts to escape. No longer do I try to be silent as I flee— the only priority now is to evade my mate for as long as possible, to fuel the stirring in his blood and mine. But at this first test of true exertion, I find my joints are stiff, still creaky from disuse. I had, after all, spent most of my time curled up within our cottage this winter, tangled in blankets with Eddie near the fire. Reading, dozing, fucking, nuzzling, murmuring, grazing, only to doze again and repeat the process day after day. We did this all within the comfortable nest we’d made for ourselves, wiling away our time until the spring finally returned. 

I know I will become more limber the more I frolic; I need only to warm to it. But being what he is, Eddie needs less time to adjust after a long, lazy winter. From the corner of my eye, I see one of his broad hands sweep towards me, tipped with wicked claws longer than they typically are when playing this game. Those claws snag and tear through the side of my dress, and though I do not slow, the scratch blooms like a chilly sting across my ribs. 

That pain only excites me more. I feel my arousal stir, mixing with the impulse to flee from that which is chasing me. I gasp for breath, my muscles burning as my body chooses which way to go in a flickering haze of instinct. My eyes dart over rocks and logs, ferns and bushes, moving only a split second faster than my hooves follow. 

I don’t think too hard about where I am running. There is no way to evade Eddie forever; the chase always ends the same way.

And end it does. In a field of blooming heather, Eddie finally catches me. There’s a sudden heavy weight upon my back, a lurch, and then firm arms snatching me tight around the waist as I careen toward the ground. The impact dazes me, and I lay limp as we roll. The landscape becomes a blur of purple-tipped stalks until Eddie pins me down by my shoulders, looming over me. 

When my doubled vision clears, all I see is him. 

Eddie’s curls brush my clavicle, tickling my sweat-dewed skin, mixing with my braid which has finally fallen entirely to disarray— dark oak on pale wheat. My breath burns ragged in my lungs as I gulp deep breaths of air, staring up at my captor. I can see his gaze is fixed on my throat, where he my pulse is pounding beneath the thin skin there. Hungrily, he eyes me, panting out his exertion, revelling in the sight of his prey beneath him. And now that I am caught, there is no thought of escape— instead, I melt beneath him, laying pliant as I drink in each beloved feature of the one who has won me. 

Eddie’s handsome face betrays his arousal— dark eyes wide, pupils entirely dilated, nose scrunched, mouth open in a grimace of feral delight. He is wolfier than usual, as he warned me he might be. His ears are pointier, tufted with fur; his teeth are longer, especially his canines. Both the top and bottom sets look wickedly sharp where they frame his deep pink tongue, which wags with each heaving breath— not quite lolling from his mouth, but close to it. I can see that it, too, is rougher and longer than it typically is when we play chase. The thought of what he might do with it now that he has caught me makes a wicked thrill bloom low in my belly.

Eagerly, I devour more of my mate. I trace reverent eyes over his corded neck, his broad shoulders, his heaving chest, his nipples tight from excitement, the sparse hair between his pecs, which is denser now with his partial transformation. My breath begins to quicken as my gaze sweeps over lean, angular limbs, a soft belly that conceals a powerful core, and a trail of thick, dark hair leading down from his navel beneath his britches. Those are tented impressively, and I shiver at the sight. Unconsciously, I draw my tongue along my bottom lip. I throb between my legs as I anticipate the reveal of his straining cock.

As the sight and scent of my arousal grow more apparent, Eddie becomes evermore excited, descending further into the animal part of his nature. With muscles coiled and quivering with tension, he wraps large hands around my bare shoulders, pressing me down to the earth and squeezing, as if urging me to stay there. His claws begin to dig into my skin. I can feel the cold sting intensify as his grip tightens enough to make blood well up around each sharp tip. 

But the bloodletting is not frightening. It just makes me submit further to him. My eyes remain wide and doe-like as I gaze up at him adoringly, and my plump lips part just slightly. My mouth pools with saliva as I imagine him slipping in there— his thumb, his tongue, his cock, anything would do. My soft, fuzzy ears flick with anticipation at the thought, and my thighs press together, an ineffectual attempt to soothe the ache inside until Eddie takes care of me. I am his prey: helpless, docile. Entirely at his mercy, and so utterly happy to be so.

Typically, Eddie would now divest me of my clothing, perhaps by shimmying the hem of my dress up my body, or by untying the bows atop my shoulders and letting the dress fall away. 

Today, our play is not typical. 

Eddie rises up onto his knees, towering over me as the sun glints off his wild curls, casting an auburn halo at their edges. A small sound escapes me at the sight of him— proud, powerful, imposing for the wicked smirk that crooks his plush lips and the white tips of savage fangs that peek from between them. He would be a terrifying sight to behold if not for his eyes. Even when he is overcome with lust, and Eddie’s eyes are wide, frenzied, pitch-black with his desire, when he looks upon me, there is a softness in their corners, never overtaken by the violence he is capable of. 

That softness is there when he pins my legs with his powerful calves, pressing tight so I will stay still and flat beneath him. When I do not resist, Eddie takes up the bottom hem of my dress and begins to rend it apart, exposing my flesh for him. I keep my arms curled in the heather above my head, watching as his claws make quick work of my clothing. It does not bother me to have my dress destroyed; the sacrifice is worth it to see how Eddie relishes in the sight of me pliant and obedient beneath him, allowing him to destroy my clothing. 

The fabric tears unevenly, parting in jagged strips. I hold perfectly still as the fur of my legs is revealed up to the top of my pelvis, midway between my mons and my navel, where it transitions into skin. He continues up my body, and the ripped fabric flutters down like the kiss of a bird’s wings on my skin. Rip, and my navel is exposed. Rip, and my ribcage emerges. Rip, and my breasts fall free, with little pink nipples the color of ripe watermelon. Cool spring air kisses them puckered, and the sight pulls a low rumble from Eddie’s throat. It is clear from the gleam in his eye that the sight has tantalized him, reminding him of the other place on my body that is so brightly-colored. 

I know before it happens what the sight will have him do.

Sure enough, Eddie’s warm knees are suddenly no longer crowding the outside of my thighs. I look down the plane of my body to find him discarding his britches with impatience, and then all at once, Eddie seizes me with needy roughness. My bare back drags against heather flowers made abrasive by the sudden motion. The feeling is unpleasant, as my skin is far more sensitive than my fur. Yet I do not dwell on it, more arrested by the way Eddie is parting my legs as he hefts me onto his lap, lifting my lower body easily, tilting me up until only my shoulder blades are pressed to the ground. My inner thighs stretch tight around his waist as he pulls me close to him. He plants me there, with my ass resting on his muscled thighs. His broad, clawed hands squeeze at the rolls of tender fat that mound up at the outer juncture of my hip and thigh, covered by soft, bristly fur. I sigh at the feeling, thinking about how Eddie often draws his nails through my fur. Whether blunt or sharp, I relish in the feeling of my mate doting on me that way. And I know he loves the breathy sounds of contentment I make when he strokes up and down my legs, scratching lightly as I stretch and preen and lilt into his loving touch.

But Eddie is not interested in tantalizing me with light, delicate touches today. Instead, his gaze is locked on the place between my legs where my fur parts to reveal bare flesh. It’s the deep, watermelon pink of my pussy— the same color as my nipples, but soft like the skin at my inner elbow, puffy and supple. 

I feel a familiar rush of pride at the way Eddie’s panting mouth waters, tantalized by my sex. Drool glistens, gathering underneath his tongue as he salivates at the sight of me. I feel the rough pads of his fingers carefully spread my sticky lower lips, angled to keep his claws from catching my delicate flesh. I hope that he will lift me high and swipe that hot rough tongue through my folds. My fingers crawl along the grass in anticipation, reaching for the strong knobs of his knees. I want to hold them, to squeeze them in my grip when he buries his face in my pussy, ravenous for the sweet taste of my arousal.

But Eddie surprises me. Instead of lifting me to his mouth, he slots the underside of his hot cock against my heat. Pinching my plump lips closed with his thumb and index finger, he creates a tight space where he can rut along the length of my pussy without entering me. 

I gasp at the first thrust along my slick, sensitive flesh, and Eddie grunts in satisfaction to hear it, rumbling deep in his chest. He is being quieter than usual— that is, he typically talks more than this, but it seems that with his transformation so close, he’s caught in the haze of his baser nature. He is communicating with his body and his sounds, and so, I decide, will I. I tip my chin and hum happily for him as he drags his cock along my hot slick pussy with one long, slow thrust, and he rumbles back in reply. Again, he drags himself along my heat, and my hips squirm in his lap; he answers with one more slow thrust, as if he’s savoring the feeling of teasing my body in this way. And then Eddie begins to grind against my sex with a rough, staccato rhythm, rutting with sharp jerks of his hips that have me throwing my head back against the soil, moaning out my pleasure. He gathers my slick with his fat cockhead and catches my clit every time he ruts forward— there’s a spark of fire at the end of each thrust, and I whimper as that delicious feeling begins to build in my lower belly, enough so that my tail begins to twitch, a tell-tale sign of my pleasure. 

The little brushes of my tail against his hairy thighs show him how good he’s making me feel, and as I think about how it must look, him using my body like this, it flicks even harder, more insistently. But my mate does not indulge in what I can only imagine, though he could easily watch himself rut in and out of my pink lips if he were to tip his chin. Eddie does not look down to see the way his cock grows sticky with my gathering arousal. Instead, his wide, dark eyes remain fixed on my face, taking in every detailof my expression, feasting on my enjoyment. It’s as if the only sustenance he could ever need can be gained by the sight of me beneath him— my lower lip clamped between my teeth, my glazed eyes locked on his face, my expression so clearly transfixed by him, so entirely enamored with him. 

Eddie sees the way I’m looking at him, and the corners of his eyes soften even more. He grins down at me fondly, but the movement of his body does not soften with it. It only intensifies. Each inhale becomes a huff, each exhale a grunt as he ruts harder along my heat, hard enough that his hairy balls start to slap against my ass. He maintains this faster speed only briefly before I feel his grip falter and his cock lose traction in the increasing slickness. But Eddie adjusts quickly. He finally looks down at the place we are nearly joined and watches as he pinches my slick, puffy lips tighter around his slippery cock, adjusting the angle of his hips to compensate. And once he regains his pace, Eddie ensures that it will not happen again. He abandons his grip on my hip to reach higher up, grasping handfuls of the flesh at my waist to pull me up against him. 

It’s a commanding hold that ensures our slick, heated bodies remain pressed together tightly, as tight as can be without one of us being inside the other. Eddie grinds himself against my pussy, undulating his hips in a slow roll he is clearly enjoying, and I’m enjoying it too— enjoying the teasing pleasure of his cockhead catching against my clit, enjoying the sensual scratch of his wiry bush rubbing against the soft fur between my thighs, enjoying the way he gnaws his bottom lip and regards me through his eyelashes, his stare unwavering. I’m relishing in all of these things, yet before long, it is no longer enough for me. I begin to yearn for his next thrust to catch his head on the rim of my entrance. I want his cockhead to snag there, to pause for a moment as it threatens to breach me. Until all that is needed is the slightest cant of Eddie’s hips for his cock to ease right into my aching hole and stretch me open at last.

My pussy flutters at the thought, as if trying to entice him with the promise of its grip. When he doesn’t seem to notice, I begin to coax him with a slight rocking of my hips, biting my lip to try and stay my protestations, to resist the petulance rising within me. But when he ignores the language of my body, I am forced to make myself known. 

My whine is a high, needy thing, quiet at first, then repeated with increasing strength and desperation until he cannot escape me.

This Eddie cannot ignore, and his eyes flick up to mine. His face is beautiful and rugged, his expression animalistic. That plush top lip is half caught in a snarl and those dark eyes are half-lidded, with eyelashes that almost flutter as he works his cock with my soft body. As my whining increases in pitch, I watch a flicker pass across those dark eyes— smugness, or knowing, perhaps, though Eddie doesn’t yet acquiesce to my request. 

But I have caught his attention now, and having caught it, I know he will yield to me. Eddie may be the predator between us, but I have learned that what he truly desires is to give me what I want. Even if Eddie winds me up for his own amusement, in the end, he is too soft, too devoted to deny me for long. 

So I play into my strengths. My brow pinches pleadingly; my lower lip quivers, pouting out for him, flushed darker from having been bitten and chewed on as I tried to maintain patience. I look up at him, doe-eyed and weak as I sniff and wriggle, whimper and whine. Please, I implore him with my eyes, still neglecting speech. Please fuck me.

That flicker of smugness in Eddie’s eyes is replaced by a deepening of umber to gold, accompanied by a gradual flush that raises high on Eddie’s cheekbones. He is moved by watching me beg for his cock, and there’s no way for him to deny it. 

As soon as that understanding passes between us, it’s as if a string has snapped. Without warning, Eddie wraps his massive hands around my hips and, with an ease that is equally startling and arousing, he flips me over. 

Ever conscientious, Eddie continues holding me around the middle to keep my chin and shoulders from slamming into the ground too hard. But I wouldn’t have cared. Not even if he’d been too far gone and I’d found my teeth scraping fresh, fragrant grass. My moan of anticipation is almost a bleat as my hands press the heather flat beneath me. When I feel Eddie nudge at the inside of my knobby knees with the outside of his, I scramble to assume a position he can mount me in. I arch my back and spread my knees, sticking my ass high in the air. The breeze caresses me between my legs, a cool kiss against overheated flesh, though even that brings little relief when I’m aching this way. 

When that slight breeze is suddenly interrupted, I know that Eddie has moved to kneel tall behind me. His claws bite into my furry hips as he grasps me, his grip tighter than it has been yet today. The ache inside lessens as flutters of anticipation replace it; my heart throbs the whisper I hold back from voicing. Finally. Finally. Finally. 

Imagine, if you will, the nature of my mate. Roguish, playful, and so mischievous, I sometimes can’t decide whether to kiss or smack him. I know this— I relish in his wild cackle and his manic grins, most of the time. So perhaps it should not have surprised me when Eddie’s cockhead presses against the thin skin below my entrance, sliding down, down, down with even pressure before skating right past my entrance and pressing against my sensitive clit instead. 

Despite the promise of this new position, despite the way I’m arched and ready for him, Eddie chooses to rut himself along my pussy again, teasing me more. From this angle, he has more to reach, too, in his efforts to torment me. He slides up, up, up again, and I feel his cockhead slip between my asscheeks; the underside of his thick cock rubs along just the rim of my entrance and over my puckered hole in slow strokes that do not satisfy me. 

Of course, I whine again. The sound is more rough, less sensual, almost a growl of frustration as if in some pale imitation of Eddie himself. And Eddie has the gall to chuckle. It’s a rumble in his chest, but lilted, almost a purr until it breaks at the end into the familiar sound of Eddie’s raspy laughter. My tail is wagging now— not in desire, but in impatience, with jerky flicks that convey my displeasure. I dig my blunt nails into the earth, trying to endure my mate’s teasing, but I am quickly passing desperation, approaching feralness.

I will need to play dirty.

I coordinate my plan with the slow withdrawal of Eddie’s cock. When his cockhead lifts from my lips, I widen my knees, lowering my ass slightly in preparation for what I will do. And then my next shift comes all at once— exaggerating the curve of my spine, pressing my shoulders flat to the ground as I reach behind me. Stretching my arms as far back as they’ll go. Grabbing handfuls of my inner thighs, inching my fingers inward, searching for flesh beyond the fur. When I find that smoothness, I turn my head. And with my cheek smushed to the heather, as the flowers smear the apple purple, I look back at Eddie, arresting his attention to my hole as it stretches when I pull my sticky lips apart to entice him. “Eddie,” I whimper, high and throaty and sweetly feminine, abandoning my attempt to match him in wordlessness. “Please, baby, I need you.” I tighten my fingers. Divots form as my plumpness mounds up around them, and I stretch open my hole a little farther. “Need your cock, Eddie. Please.”

Rough, quick, filthy, more wolf, more man, any which way— I don’t care how Eddie takes me, as long as he takes me now.

When his powerful thighs press to mine so immediately, I let go of my pussy lips, quickly raising my hips and tucking my hands under me again. I can’t see his face anymore, but this is it. I know it. And it’s such a relief to be stretched, to be split open when he enters me at last. We both whine simultaneously as we feel my pussy yield to him, welcoming him in with a lewd squelch, hugging him tightly. 

So tight, and wet, and warm, only for my Eddie. 

I hear him rattle a sigh of relief as his cockhead pops in. I imagine the way his face looks— eyes closed, lashes brushing his cheeks, head tilted, neck stretched, wild curls dipping down his powerful back. Eddie is finally fucking me open with short, shallow strokes, growing slowly deeper until at last he’s plunging all the way in, nudging up against the end of me. And now that he’s seated fully inside, I want it hard and rough— I want so badly for him to beat into me until my brain is fuzzy and my legs are trembling. In my wanting, I begin to rock back into him, moving myself on his cock in defiance again of the dynamic we have set for our play today. 

Eddie allows me to assert myself for a short time before squeezing my hips again, holding me tight with a warning growl low in his throat. I’ve let you have your fun, that rumble seems to say. Let me fuck you now.

I am eager for Eddie to take the lead. Perhaps overly eager as I show my earnest submission, whimpering and humming as my hips jerk to a stop halfway sunk down on his cock. There, I hold still, turning my face and smushing my cheek to the crushed flowers again. I want Eddie to see my thoroughly docile expression, my innocent eyes, my downturned ears. My small tail falls slack, and if he were closer— if he were pressed all the way up inside me— I would trace a soothing pattern with its tip along his soft belly, hoping he would accept the gesture.

Eddie smiles, a slow grin full of heat and satisfaction, and I uncrick my neck as I see that he is not upset with me. The relief mixes headily with my arousal, and I press back into his touch as he grabs palmfuls of my ass, fanning his fingers in my soft fur. I feel him spread my cheeks, hear him hiss as he sees the evidence of my desire for him. He plays with me— pushing himself slowly in to watch my cream gather thick around my entrance. I can feel it beginning to mat the hair that frames my bright pink lips, and I imagine my arousal dragging sticky along his thickness, coating the hot flush of his skin and his throbbing veins as he inches out and back in, over and over. I know he will do this for as long as he likes. I am happy to let him, to be the plaything he has caught, stretched out on his thick cock. 

And almost better than the way Eddie is making me feel is the evidence of his own enjoyment. Little absent sounds of satisfaction murmured under his breath. His claw-tipped fingers flexing, grabbing, groping. The increasing desperation behind his thrusts as his pace begins to quicken. The brush of his soft belly against my tail as he begins to curl his body over me, seeking more leverage. Lost in the feeling of my squeezing heat.

Those little sounds soon subside to panting, and I lose myself in my own pleasure until something wet and warm drips onto my spine. One drop. Another, catching the first. Combined, they crawl down the slope of my back, slipping toward the nape of my neck. As they dampen my hair, I feel them chased by a new drop— a third, and then a fourth. 

I realize what it must be: Eddie’s drool, dripping from his open jaw onto my back.

The feeling of his spit— the knowledge that I have him so drunk on my pussy that his mouth is just hanging open in absent enjoyment— makes me flush warm with giddy pleasure. A warm spread of happiness in my chest; a sparkling, tightening heat low in my belly, like embers of a flame. I seek to grow that burn; unconsciously, I roll my hips, rubbing Eddie’s tip inside me.

As if in a coordinated effort, Eddie juts into me sharply just as I roll my hips. The effect is is startling— he ends up slamming in to the hilt so roughly that I feel his balls squish up tight against my inner thighs. It’s almost painful, but in the best way as I’m wracked with a sudden burst of intense pleasure. The feeling is dizzying, overwhelming, as if I’d been shot through with electricity, hoof to head. It punches a moan out of me, one loud enough to stir the wood around us; my pussy flexes and flutters on his hardness, my puckered hole winks, and my tail stiffens straight up, quivering from base to tip. 

Such a visceral reaction from his mate must speak to the beast inside Eddie. He crowds me into the ground, belting his arm around my waist, squeezing me to his chest. His heavy warmth envelops me— tight, tight, so tight and sticky with his sweat and mine. The hold presses the breath from my lungs, which I regain quickly as I gasp as bright pain blooms in near the base of my neck— Eddie’s curls spill across my upper back, barely a warning before his sharp teeth sink into my shoulder.

I cry out, squealing a broken sound as he begins to rut hard and fast into my cunt. Suddenly, all I am is sensation, every nerve awakened as I flood with adrenaline and arousal. I feel all of it at once, and somehow each sensation so distinctly: Eddie’s balls slapping against my furry mound, beating an even rhythm. His corded throat rumbling as he hums around my flesh in his mouth. His warm breath fanning me as he huffs through his nose. And then the feelings converge into the sharp, cold agony of his teeth in my shoulder and the hot sparkling pleasure of his cock plunging into me. 

The potent combination drives me quickly to overstimulation. I reach back and fist my hand in his wild mane of curls. And even though, as Eddie rocks his body into mine, each tug makes his teeth dig a little more into my shoulder, my fist just tightens as I endure the onslaught of sensation. 

Tugging so viciously on Eddie’s hair isn’t meant as a complaint, but his decision to bite me was clearly impulsive, and perhaps he interprets it as such. He releases me quickly, and there’s both relief and disappointment in the loss of his teeth. Relief and disappointment in my conscious mind, but at this juncture— so overwhelmed by sensation— instinct takes over. By instinct, my body drives my actions. It hunches my back to lower my hips, which retract and squirm away from the intensity of that stimulation, afraid of my coming orgasm as much as it yearns for it. 

I act on instinct, and so does Eddie; as I shift away, his predator-brain activates. I hear him growl— an intimidating sound meant to make prey freeze. I do. And I find my tail snatched in a commanding hold and tugged hard.

My furry knees drag against the crushed heather as I’m pulled back into the curve of Eddie’s muscular body. In one motion, before I can make a sound, he uses my tail to lift up my hips and sink his cock into my gaping cunt. I gasp again, and it chokes off into a pained moan as Eddie sinks his teeth back into my shoulder. 

Eddie might be consumed by his predator-brain, but he does not rip through the muscle. The action is not to devour, to consume, but instead to keep me still, to take my pleasure no matter how overstimulating it might be. He holds me there with his teeth in the meat my shoulder and his hand fisted around my tail, fucking with feral, single-minded intent into my cunt. He wants me to fall apart beneath him; he wants to possess me entirely, to work my body to the point of shattering pleasure. 

And Eddie will get what he wants. My heart pounds as he bullies my cunt, unrelenting in pursuit of my orgasm. My breath puffs out in little vocal squeaks, which grow more and more desperate and broken until the feeling finally surges up, powerful and dizzying and utterly unstoppable as it overtakes me.

It’s a euphoric release from a build-up so intense it had been approaching agony. I shudder, jerking as it crests and breaks inside me, and then pleasure is all I know. 

In the moment, I am not conscious of it, but my cunt clamps down on him, squeezing hard— almost possessively— around Eddie’s cock. Almost instantly, his grip on my tail eases, softening when he feels it twitch and quiver erratically as I begin to cum. His teeth release me, and he growls again, but this time it is warm— possessive, satisfied as I writhe beneath him, caught in the throes of the blinding pleasure he has given me. My brain is blank, fuzzed completely stupid as I cum. 

Slowly, I come back to myself. Eddie is still draped over my back, and I’m beginning to bow under his weight, my muscles weak and slack in the aftermath. Sensing my exhaustion, Eddie pulls out and turns me over, and I remain limp as he manipulates me onto my back. My chest is heaving, my body shaking, my cheeks hot, my eyes heavy-lidded. Dazed and absent, in a state of total bliss. I only realize I’d been screaming out my ecstasy when I swallow, and my throat feels raw. 

With as much gentleness as he can muster, Eddie folds me in half. My legs fit into the crooks of his shoulders as he bends forward over me, bracing his palms in the dirt alongside my shoulders as my hooves hover in the air, tickled by the soft fur that tufts his ears. Eddie is a sight— wild, sweat-drenched curls, pink chest, a vein popping in his forehead. There’s desperation in his brow, the darkness of his eyes, and the pinch of his plush lips. I whimper as he enters me again, still achingly hard; I stare into his eyes as he begins to fuck into my sopping cunt, squelching into me with audibly lewd strokes. He fucks me slowly now, savoring the way my pussy hugs and grips him, the way she sucks him in greedily every time his hips draw back. I can’t help but stare up at him with such utter, mindless devotion, and that devotion is mirrored in his expression. Despite his need, Eddie clearly wants to relish in the feeling of me pressed beneath him as long as possible, and I can see how he’s fighting himself as his nostrils flare, his lips press pale and thin, and his brow begins to twitch, that vein throbbing now as he stubbornly tries to hold back. 

Eventually, though, even that Munson stubbornness isn’t enough to prevent Eddie’s aching balls from their release. He’s pressed in deep, and I feel them brush against me as they jump and tighten. Instantly, Eddie is pulling out of me, dipping down, leaning all his weight on one elbow as he fists his cock desperately with his free hand. I look into his fluttering eyes, feeling his cum begin to paint my lower lips as he shudders and bucks into his own touch. When I cup his face, Eddie rolls his cheek into my palm, and then he whines. Confused, I watch as his eyes scrunch tightly shut; he keeps bucking until his chest is heaving and he’s panting fast, grunting on each exhale. A curious feeling blooms in my chest as he trembles, still fucking his fist; I stroke back his hair, concern turning to fascination as he tears from my grip and abruptly sits up, towering over me and throwing his head back in a strangled howl. I drop my aching legs and prop up on my elbows, reeling as I look down my body to see the swelling at the base of Eddie’s cock, so bulbous it’s visible behind his fist as he strokes himself. And then his hand grips my thigh tight as his howl turns to a long, low groan of relief; he nestles his fat cockhead between my puffy lips to cum on me again.

I realize that this must also be because of his imminent transformation— his knot, this second release. His hot mushroom head pulses as he paints my clit with hot spurts of his cum. Eddie cums, and he keeps cumming, enough so that I can feel his spend drip down my entrance, collect in the rim, and then spill over onto my fur on its crawling path toward the ground. It’s the messiest we have ever been. I can feel how matted my fur is around my entrance, tacky and coated in his spend and mine. He’s still stroking his cock slowly, and I can see that the motion is inadvertently spreading some of his cum over his shaft, thick and slightly opaque as it sticks to his flushed skin.

Eventually— after quite a bit longer than usual when he only cums once, which apparently is not always the case, I realize with a little thrill of excitement— Eddie stops cumming. He sighs in relief, his shoulders sagging. And in the aftermath, I want to scramble to my knees and take him into my mouth, to explore that new aspect of his body revealed to me.

But Eddie has other plans. 

Despite his clear fatigue, he lifts my hips carefully before I can make any moves to get up; my knees spread as he bumps one gently with his temple. As I give him access, Eddie leans down until his mouth meets the juncture of my spread thighs and begins licking my fur clean of his seed and my slick. 

I am a little envious that he gets to taste that mixture of us, but after a few strokes of his tongue, I sigh, relaxing bonelessly in his hold. It soothes me how gently he licks me, and it feels so nice that I don’t even mind waiting to explore his knot. I hum contentedly as his rough tongue drags warm and wet over my fur in long, gentle strokes. And once my fur is clean, he licks between my lips, all over my puffy pussy, dipping into my entrance too. His chest rumbles as he tastes my sweetness mixed with his tang, and I can feel the vibrations in the backs of my thighs as he enjoys cleaning me. My tail quivers happily, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to my mound before setting me down again.

As soon as he lets me down, I right myself in a sprawl of limbs so I can crawl over to him. Eddie must think I am looking to cuddle as I usually do after we make love, because he lounges back with easy confidence, propping himself up with an elbow and opening his other arm in invitation. But I am not ready to cuddle; instead, I want to explore his knot. 

I climb over his leg and settle to his side near his hip, ducking my head, my eyes fixed between his thighs. Cautiously, with a twitching nose and flicking ears, I draw close to his slowly-flagging erection, looking at his swollen base with unfiltered, wide-eyed curiosity. He huffs tiredly in amusement, and spreads his hairy thighs further, allowing me to sate that curiosity. 

It is hot and sticky— I can tell without even touching it. Eddie’s body always runs hot, but the heat radiating from this new emergence is more potent than I’ve felt from him before. Timidly, I begin to touch his knot with light brushes of my fingertips, ready to flinch back should it make any sudden moves. It feels stiff like his hardness, just as unyielding, though mounded up in a supple curve rather than a hard line. 

His thighs tense when I lick it, and I realize it must be sensitive. But though he grunts and his muscles draw taut, Eddie holds still, letting me lick up the vague tang of his cum from his velvet skin until I’m satisfied. When I have had my fill of his taste, I rest my cheek on his wiry bush, looking up at him. His brown eyes are warm, the line of his brow eased as he meets my gaze, and with fond gentleness, Eddie strokes my hair. He draws his fingers through the strands, lightly scratching my scalp as I hum. But when his fingers skim the base of my throat, pushing back the hair there, they freeze at the same time I register an ache. It’s the bite I am only just starting to remember as my post-orgasmic daze begins to fade.

Eddie whines, high and distressed, his eyes no longer hazy but now sharp with concern. “Junie,” he croaks, and my name is the first word he’s said since we left the cottage. He reaches for me, and I let him pull me onto his naked lap so he can examine my wound. He prods around it lightly with his fingertips, and I feel my skin is sticky with blood. I scrunch my neck, tipping my chin to try to look, but it’s too close for me to see, and that just makes it hurt more. Eddie grunts in protest, and I sigh when he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing my face away from the mark. 

I stare up at the alders, letting him fuss over me. I know he’s done when Eddie whines again and nuzzles me, pressing his nose against my neck in contrition. 

“Told you I’d be too rough, baby,” he whimpers. “I’m so sorry—” 

The words are mumbled into my skin, but nonetheless, I frown to hear how Eddie sounds almost beside himself. I take his face, stroking his cheeks and then his ears, rubbing them lightly between my pinched fingers in the way I know he likes. “I’m okay, Eddie,” I say quietly, letting him tend to me. Carefully, so carefully, I feel Eddie’s tongue brush over the punctures, and I keep rubbing his ears as he begins to lick the wound he left on my shoulder. 

I am not concerned the way Eddie is; I know it will heal, and faster now that he’s coated me so thoroughly with his saliva. But Eddie still insists on carrying me back to our cottage. He leaves his britches and my tattered dress discarded in the heather. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, which lulls me into hazy contentment until I crack my eyes and see stone walls and a thatched roof— our familiar resting place. I let my eyes slip closed again, and even so, I sense the moment he crosses the threshold.

Inside is warm, smelling of fresh herbs and our combined musk. I am filled with peace as he lays me in our bed, curling around me, keeping me safe with the heat of his body. My wolf and I are thoroughly worn, thoroughly sated. For now, at least. I am eager for what more we can get up to as the weather grows fair, and the birds and bees return.

thanks for reading! please let me know if you enjoyed it! 💙

#blueywrites #monster!eddie #werewolf!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #monster smut #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine

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What Emma Would Do

Ignore me. This is just me working through my own thoughts and feelings on this. Also I'm an idiot.

***BIG EDIT: I misread and misinterpreted. Azel was nearly drugged and SA'd, so his reaction, however cruel, makes complete sense to me. If he was real I couldn't apologize to him enough.

Moving @/caffedrine's billion-dollar comments up here.

My original, misguided post is below the cut if you're interested.

I have to ask myself what Emma would do. Within reason. And only within the scope of this fictional game, because I'm not about to touch this topic as it exists in the real world. That's for people much smarter than me.

But for the game, my dismissing of Azel as a cruel misogynist without seeing his circumstances and worldview shuts down the conversation the same way it does when Azel dismisses a woman as a slut without seeing her circumstances and worldview.

(Did he actually use the word 'slut' or did google just translate 痴女 like that for me... I should double-check... edit: oh my bad, he calls her a "female molester", which... I can't say he's wrong considering she tried to give him an aphrodisiac...? The word also means "stupid woman", so he could very well have meant it that way too, especially for some reasons I get into later in the post.)

Soooo, he didn't actually call her a slut. I'm an idiot 😌 I'm sorry, Azel. Dunno if any of my points below mean anything, but I'll leave it here anyway:

The running theme in Ikepri is to look beyond the beast and see the human inside. To meet them halfway. To see their heart. And that heart is always so very terribly scarred. All these guys have gone through their own traumas and come out the other end behaving in ways designed to be armor, to protect themselves from any further pain.

I can only speculate about Azel this early in his story arc, but being showered with the same adoration and reverence that people only show a god, day in and day out, probably fucks with your mentality a bit if you are still only human at the end of the day. Having women try to seduce you only because you're The Living God, well, we saw what that kind of shallow treatment did to Silvio. Women see you as an object and so women become objects to you. You want to be loved, but you don't want to be hurt.

That might only be scratching the surface with Azel, though. He's also clearly jaded from listening to the same old interpersonal problems people have when in relationships. Love is actual trash to him, not even worth a single penny. It's trash because the very people who follow him prove it to him on a daily basis, I imagine.

Yet that's still not the full picture. I mean, we obviously won't have the full picture until his main route drops, but there's another key factor to consider with Azel.

He quotes Pascal in Licht's sequel. "Man is only a reed, the weakest thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed." The full quote goes onto say:

"All our dignity consists, then, in thought. This is the basis on which we must raise ourselves, and not space and time, which we would not know how to fill. Let us make it our task, then, to think well: here is the principle of morality.”

(Did I read the entire context of the quote? HA! What do you take me for? A scholar or something?)

Free will and independent thought is arguably the most important thing to Azel. He has no respect for the sheep who flock to him for direction (though he'll happily take their money and tributes). Even with the dancer who tried to seduce him in the prologue, when he tells her to lick up the food she dropped after he tripped her, he presents it as a choice. Nevermind that the staggeringly unequal power dynamics at play made it so this was nothing short of coercion in the end; there was no way the dancer was in a position to stand up for herself and say no, even if that's exactly what Azel wanted. But from his perspective, defiance would have been welcome. That's why he phrased it as a choice. That she started licking up the food only solidified in Azel's mind that this woman is an unthinking reed without dignity. If you're going to act like trash, he'll treat you like trash... maybe that was part of his thinking.

On a slightly different note, I think another reason he hates the idea of love so much is because love makes people lose their ability to reason, to think. I believe he outright says as much, iirc.

In the end, I don't know from where exactly Azel's fury and cruelty comes from. It could be all of these things, it might be something else entirely. All I can think is, you can't be 'God' everyday and not be scarred by humans.

In conclusion, I can't excuse Azel's behavior. I don't excuse it. But I think Emma would try to understand the why of it, like she does in any other route. The other running theme in Ikepri is that, as a certain someone would put it, the essence of all people is love. It's their environment that twists them. Somewhere in Azel is the purest kind of love. A kind that would make any god look away in shame. That's what I want to believe in, anyhow.

Also, I need stress that I was SO wrong about whether he actually called the dancer a slut or not. Google fucked me over by translating it that way! Ah, Azel, I'm so sorry!

#ikepri jp spoilers #ikepri azel #ikemen prince

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BLCD Review: Tsunaida Koi no Kanaekata

Title: Tsunaida Koi no Kanaekata (繋いだ恋の叶え方)

Release Date: 2021/08/25

Shop: CD + Manga

Author/Artist: Yoshio Akira

Cast:

Shingaki Tarusuke x Eguchi Takuya

Nakajima Yoshiki

Oi Marie

Synopsis: The bane of my existence. Adaptation of the second installment of the same name.

Review Proper

When I was dying of an ear infection back in December, I had the most vivid dream of Morpheus from The Sandman sitting at the foot of my bed telling me that my life was one of his tools that he needed back. In exchange for my life, Morpheus promised me he would go back in time to stop me from making a mistake that I wished I hadn't done.

I chose working on this fucking thing.

Don't get me wrong, Tsunaida had the best plot out of the series and all of Yoshio Akira's works. I'd even go as far as saying it's one of the best releases of its time—it was nominated for Best Series in the 2021 chilchil awards for a reason (it was robbed, I tell you). It's just my life has gone downhill since I picked this up. HAHAHAHAHA Not to mention, older Chesk was bad and cringe. I'm sorry for arguing with you over this series, Kimmy. It wasn't worth it.

This series is still ongoing, only god knows why. I got so sick of it to the point that I started hating Yoshio Akira and forgetting all about the plot, so I didn't expect myself to cry during the climax HAHAHAHAHAHA FUCK WHY WAS THIS STILL SO GOOD???? I'M ANNOYED I still hate it tho

I forgot just how painful this was. I'm at this point in my life where if that would happen to me, I would just LEAVE.

Anyway, onto the topic of the BLCD...

I didn't think it was going to be possible, but Shingaki really changed his Hara-san tone!!! Thank god! This is it! This was exactly the tone I envisioned his Hara-san would be in! I'm not sure if it's 'cause everyone from the producers (except the director) and the sound team was changed, but Tsunaida and Kanawanu are worlds apart. I usually dislike inconsistencies in series with multiple installments, but I'll let this slide. Let's all just pretend that Kanawanu doesn't exist.😌

Egu also went a pitch higher in this. It's still far from what I wanted for Kaoru, but he was able to make the role his own. I'm not sure if it's because of the change in the mixing, but Egu finally sounds like he was recording with everyone here. I said in my review for Kanawanu that he wasn't syncing with his own brother, Kakeru, and it turns out that Egu actually was voicing Kakeru too lmao. How can you not sync with yourself, man? But that just means that the mixing for Kanawanu was that bad. I haven't listened to Tabete mo Oishikuarimasen yet, but I feel like Egu and Shingaki should've been nominated for Tsunaida. I mean, Shingaki is a queen as Yashiro and his nomination is deserved, but let's all put those older series to rest now. 😂

I also missed Nakajiki as Keiji-san!!! He promised to bring Hiro along next time, so if I'm not hearing Saitou Souma in Musunda, I will riot! No, I didn't check the cast list.

The BLCD is pretty accurate to the manga, save for that extra bathroom sex in Track 2. It's quite long, but there isn't any complex dialogue, so I suggest just closing your eyes and absorbing the bathroom bambo. 😌 I actually wished it was longer toward the ending chapter because I felt that it was rushed in the manga, but alas. I've read Renta's license, and it's accurate as well. In conclusion, get this if you like the series. 100% recommend!

#tsunaida koi no kanaekata #yoshio akira #brilliant prin #shingaki tarusuke #eguchi takuya #nakajima yoshiki

[aheathen-conceivably]

🍭🧡🖤❤️‍🔥🧸sorrrrry that's a whole heck of a lot but i just got carried away... for antoine and zelda please!!

MAM I am honored. Happens that I’m in a Zelda/Antoine mood. I do wonder why that could be…

🍭 What's something they can never agree on (big or small)?

….Violette. That’s all imma say on that 🙊

🧡 Who said 'I love you' first?

Honestly? Great question. Like these two went from longing, to deeply in love, to “welp I guess we’re living together and eternally soulmates now” without ever uttering how they felt. Feels pretty on brand for them, doesn’t it?

But looking back on it now, I absolutely have no doubt that this is when Antoine first told her he loved her (because of course his emotions would get the better of his stoicism first)…

Although this is the moment that he knew he loved her…

And when she realized that she loved him…. 😭

🖤 What is their biggest regret in their relationship so far (or in the future, if you don't mind giving spoilers)?

Oh baby you already know. Antoine so very deeply regrets how he handled things at the end of the 1920s, more specifically damn near every choice he made from when he let Zelda go to England alone to turning down Giorgio’s original offer to buy the farm out West. He’s fully convinced himself that if he had made that jump at the right moment, he could have actually sold the jazz club for some fraction of what it was worth, and they wouldn’t be in such a precarious monetary situation as they are in now.

Y’all just keep this in mind because it will weigh on him forever. It will influence his choices both good and bad. His willingness to talk to Zelda but also sacrifice for her if he thinks it’s what she wants/needs because he’ll regret that forever. My boy simply doesn’t know any other way.

As far as Zelda? I don’t think it’s so much that she’s more forgiving of herself, but that’s she’s worked through some of the mistakes she’s made with Antoine, like ignoring his pain and over relying on him emotionally during the first stages of their relationship when she was generally much more immature. She’s made efforts to counteract that, so I don’t think she sees it as a regret any longer. Now in the future though…. 👀

❤️‍🔥 Which one is more adventurous in the bedroom? Which one has more experience?

Come on now, we know this one has gotta go to Antoine. I wouldn’t so much say adventurous, just because I don’t think either of them would fall under the umbrella of how I think of that term. Mostly because even though Antoine is much more experienced, he had never had sex with someone he loved before; so his primarily concern was always making sure Zelda was comfortable, even when one could say he was moving her into elements of herself that may be considered more “adventurous” for the time period. Y’all can use y’all imaginations and reference today’s spice post for the rest thank you very much 😌

🧸 BONUS! Include one of your favorite moments between them!

One?! One!! Well now that’s just cruel. Come on it’s love day! How about a montage instead?

#welp gunna go cry now #I cut so many pictures out of that montage because the LOVE y’all the LOVE #anywho 🤧 #Antoine Duplanchier extra #Zelda darlington extra #ask game #simblr ask game

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I feel like Tumblr ate this so:

Selkie-ish au. Again lol. I'm hyperfixating on the trope and I'm making it your problem 😌

It's based on Ursula Vernon's the jackalope wives. She's AMAZING I cannot recommend her works enough

On half moons the jackalope wives will take off their skins and dance naked around a fire. To get yourself a jackalope wife, you grab their skin and toss it into the fire. Sounds easy, but no one mentioned the screaming from the pain of having your body and freedom burnt right in front of you. Dream burns off Hob's skin, Corinthian helping hold him down as he trashed around trying to rescue it from the fire, Dream kissing his tears away and cooing at his wails as Hob realizes he can't go home again, he's stuck in the human world forever.

Oh no, poor Hob!

The thing is, Dream has never wanted a traditional relationship... but when he happens to see Hob dancing in the moonlight, he changes his mind on the spot. He has to have Hob as his wife, no matter what happens. It's laughably easy to convince his best friend to help make it happen - Corinthian is always up for this kind of thing. Dream promises that he can even have a turn with Hob if it all goes well.

It's a good thing that Dream did enlist some help, because his new bride does not make things easy. After the initial agony of having his skin burned, Hob is SO angry. He fights like hell, and both Dream and Cori end up covered in scratches and bites. On their first night together Hob straight up tries to murder Dream by smothering him. And he just keeps trying, every single night. Dream kind of grows used to being physically assaulted, and gradually starts using it as an excuse to persuade Hob to use his adrenaline in other ways. The hate sex is so violent, Dream sometimes wakes up with a sprained wrist or even a black eye.

Gods it's so worth it, though. Fucking Hob is like heaven. He's so hot and tight and ridiculously flexible, and he does things that Dream would never have imagined. One night in particular he rides Dream’s face and damn near smothers him again. He looks down and asks Dream if he's happy with his choice of wife? Is he glad that he took Hob so forcefully? Because Hob intends to make Dream’s life as difficult as possible.

And Dream just smirks. He doesn't even care if Hob does finally kill him. It'll be worth it to be able to slide into that beautiful body every night.

#panickingstudent2 #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw dubcon #cw dark content

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Here's some more angst for ya 😌

S/O was in an accident and Rogue thought they had died, turns out S/O survived but have no memories of them or what happened. Your picks 😘

(Is this the general plot of my angst fic? Yes. Yes it is. Ehehehehehehehe)

Time takes all things...even memories.

You had slept for a long time. Forgetting a little bit more every minute. Now you were strangers again but a stranger with memories that only the Rogues had. You looked at him with empty eyes, he was a stranger to you once more. You looked at him like you hadn't given him the world. The truth was that to him, you had died in that accident. To him you were nothing but a ghost. You had no recollection of him or your life before. You weren't even the same person you were from before. Even your name didn't hold the same meaning it had before. You were different and only now could he really bare that perhaps that's okay.

The Riddler: When this all started, he wished you had died. Stupidly, he thought it would hurt less. That mourning your loss, had you have died would be so much easier than knowing you were alive with no knowledge of the life the two of you had together. To him, that was worth than your death. It was selfish but true. It didnt feel possible that one day he'd be able to feel relief that even if you wouldnt end up with him, youd be alive and that meant one day you could be happy. Even if it wasnt with him. You had no idea what you lost and that hurt him. It hurt that you didn't even know what you had lost. You had the greatest man in Gotham and now had nothing to show for it. If anyone could create a big speech, it was the Riddler. If the world had the time, he would talk about every little moment the two of you had. It wasn't as though they didn't hold meaning. Those moments meant everything to him. There was a lack of point. There was no point in telling you all the things Edward held dear to his heart. All of which involving you in one way or another. There was no point in telling you those memories or feelings. You couldn't remember them. In the end, there was nothing left to say. For a man who needed to be loved, this was cruel. For fate to decide he'd love you but that you, in the end, couldn't do the same. It grew anger that he didn't think he'd ever be able to subside. Yet he couldn't be angry with you. Not for one moment. You looked at him like a stranger, fearful and distant as you shivered in the cold rain. He couldn't feel it, not yet. Not when he was flooded with warmth upon seeing you. His sadness was ever present but for that brief moment he could utter words of what resounded to him as defeat. If anyone knew the Riddler- he could never admit defeat. He cupped your chin, tilting to towards him as he always did. "Know that you're loved." Just as quickly, he released you and walked away. He walked quickly- he had to. It was too painful otherwise.

Scarecrow: "Thank you for timing my arrest so perfectly." Jonathan turned to Batman who didn't respond but Jonathan knew. The delay was Batman and entirely on purpose. Just so he could cross paths with you in the hospital. "You...you told me that you gave this to me." You began quietly, removing your necklace and he nodded. "I did." He said softly. "It's beautiful and I love it but I think you should have it back." You spoke gently. "So that you can give to someone who you'll spend the rest of your life with and they can love it like I do but appreciate it more than I ever could. I hate that i dont remember you and that i've lost the sentiment this necklace had. You will find someone Jonathan, I promise. I'm just a chapter of your story and I'll pale in comparison to the one you spend your life with." Jonathan exhaled with a soft smile. "Of all things to keep, you kept your optimism? How annoying." You giggled in response and he took the necklace from you. "You did a lot for me but can I ask you one last favour?" He asked and your smile fell at the sight of his sadness, his heartbreak. "I'd like to say goodbye." He said quietly. You nodded. If you could do anything to heal his pain for his loss. You would. It was a sentiment you couldnt explain but it was there. Jonathan leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Lingering for a moment as he squeezed his eyes shut before any tears could fall.

Two-Face: Even when you had no memory or knowledge of your history with Two-Face, your eyes held the same sympathy they had then. He told you about his loss and how much he loved the person before they were gone. Yet he never spoke of them by name nor did he give any hint of who it could have been. However you remembered that Harvey was once married. Naturally, you pieced together that the person he held so highly was Gilda. You could listen to him for hours talk about his wife. Even if it hurt to see him so sad and broken. Sometimes there wasn't much that couldn't be said, the words would not heal that pain. Sometimes it was kinder just to sit and appreciate the pain. Simply be present. However one thing did come to mind. "I hope someone will love me the way you loved your wife, one day." You smiled and he slowly nodded with a small teary smile. You didn't understand and you didn't know the pain in his chest. He wasn't talking about his wife. He was talking about you. It helped a little to be able to reminiscent to you even if he couldn't with you. However reality came crashing down when you said that. That even if he told you, he couldn't bring you back to those moments. You were alive but gone.

Black Mask: You always noticed it when your mind was quiet...like a small hum in the back of your mind. Only at nights was the word quiet enough for you to listen and you did. One night curiosity got the better of you. You let that tiny hum take control. You couldnt explain it, but you followed, like it was a small fading trail of the life you wondered about having before the accident. It led to who you were before, you were fairly certain but you knew you could never really know the life you had before. It was gone and this, despite being so new, was reminiscing. Perhaps mourning was a better word but could you mourn something you have no recollection of? Red alarms struck everywhere when it led you to the offices of Roman Sionis. Doors opened for you easily. People looked at you with familiarity. You continued to follow that small feeling as difficult as it had become to follow. You had the faint notion that you were looking for something here but couldn't remember what it was. The distant whim that something was in this room you had been looking for but even looking at the place didn't remind you what you were looking for. Even as you were face to face with Black Mask, you were just as confused as you had been before. The whole time he was silent as he let you look around. The notion had run cold. You had hit a dead end. You apologised and left, feeling just as empty as you had when you first woke up. Even still, Roman said nothing. Silently, he let you go.

Mad Hatter: You bumped into Jervis Tetch a few times. You didn't know who he was, only by face. To you, he was likely a drunk since he hardly seemed sober each time you did pass by him. He'd tell you time and time again that he had lost someone. Someone important. Although he never elaborated on who or gave a description. Yet with each encounter he'd tell a little bit more about his special friend as he sometimes referred to them as. It was apparent, this person was actually his lover, his partner in life. His soul mate. "I'd bump into them all the time. It was like fate, like magic." He grinned with a twinkle in his eyes. "When i lost them...it was beyond tragic." You tilted your head. "Where did they go?" You asked. Jervis smiled sadly. "I haven't the faintest idea. If i knew maybe i could tell them what i shoukd have said more often." You tilted your head. "Oh? What's that then?" You asked. Suddenly your phone buzzed loudly making you dig into your pocket. "Oh, im sorry, sir. I have to go. Um, I hope you find this special friend of yours!" You turned around and begab to walk away. "I love you." Jervis said and that made you turn. "That's what I never got to tell them." He said weakly. You smiled softly. He missed that smile so much. "Don't worry, I'm sure they know...wherever they are." You assured him. Even after everything, fate interwined you both. Yet Jervis felt a weight off his shoulders for having finally told you...even if you didn't realise it. Even if you didn't remember him at all.

Joker: You watched as he was chased by the Batman. You had fled to the roof for safety. The last thing you expected was for the Joker to come bursting through the door with a cackle. He slowed to a stop when he locked eyes with you. Everything evil about him melted away until he was just a broken man in make up. All before your very eyes. You were certain this was the end, dodging death once and now it followed, waiting for you to return. Yet he did nothing but smile. It wasn't a malicious grin. A genuine smile. You had thought the Joker was ever capable of that. He pressed his fingertips to his mouth, pressing a kiss to them before blowing it to you. His eyes tearing up. You had never seen such emotion from the Joker before. It was confusing and terrifying. Without warning he sprinted to the roofs edge and jumped with a maniacal laugh. You screamed in shock, barely having time to process the Batman jumping off the roof right behind him.

#request #batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #the joker #black mask #mad hatter #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis #jervis tetch

[alyjojo]

December 😚 2023 Monthly - Pisces

Whole of your energy: Knight of Pentacles rev

I see you having options to take action in some way, and you’re not doing anything, you’re worried about making the wrong decision or something ending horribly. 7 Cups are in front of you, but one has The Devil inside of it, and you’re not sure which, so you’ll choose nothing tyvm 😌 The Empress clarifies, which shows you in a more receptive energy, not an action taking one. You’re putting energy into yourself, self care, self love, what’s around you as things are, and your own peace of mind. Moving away from drama is your priority, and anyone you see as drama, or situations that could even be potential drama. No thanks.

What’s going on in December:

5 Wands:

You’re conflicted about having to leave something behind in order to move onto something else, this can be anything. Your meditation was just *love*, and this could be a relationship or about love for some, or this can just be you wanting to act from a place of love if you act at all. The Empress knows her worth, she has mastered the lessons of all four Queens, she is the Earth Mother, and what she touches grows into something even more beautiful and abundant. So when it comes to conflict, painful situations, endings, she’s not about that, and you’re conflicted on having to leave people, friends, coworkers possibly, behind in order to move on to other things. Even good things 💯 You could be being promoted with The Sun here, and you’re sad to leave your cubicle and the people you sit next to every day. Or you purposely hold yourself back for this reason - other people.

The Sun:

You know leaving something behind will make you happier, probably a job, that’s what I’m getting the most. But you hang on anyway. Probably for the wrong reasons, it’s being repeated you’re in your own way, you’re holding yourself back. Bottom of the deck even shows you’re giving up on dreams of yours, ambitions and goals, to keep the peace? To people please, make everyone happy. It’s like you don’t want to make anyone mad at you, but I don’t see anyone actually being mad at you. It’s like even you know you have to leave something behind, you’re just resisting and refusing to budge, being stubborn about it. And it’s The Sun! ☀️

7 Cups:

These are options, choices, and confusion about what those are and which to choose. There are 7 different flavors or 7 different jobs, which one is going to make you the happiest? I keep getting you’re not in this for money, status, none of that. You’re just love 💗 You love the people, the environment, your cubicle with rainbow stickers on it idk, these options are nothing but a huge burden on you as far as you’re concerned. 4 Cups, you don’t care about any of these options. You’re people pleasing to the 1000th degree. Knight of Cups, 6 Cups & 3 Pentacles at the bottom. The people around you are people you love, in your mind, nurturing yourself means doing what’s best for everyone & you’ll sacrifice your own…happiness, success, financial opportunities idk, in order to work together with this group of people - 3 Pentacles. History is here, memories are here, nostalgia is very important to you and what you have here. But it’s keeping you trapped - The Devil. Would any of these people do the same for you?

The Devil:

You’re afraid to hurt other people’s feelings, afraid to fail, afraid to give up on something and regret what you’ve done when it’s too late to turn back. What other people think matters greatly to you and you don’t want to be judged for hurting anyone, making them sad, or letting them down. But there’s also a part of you that’s sad you’re giving up on something you really want, again probably work related. So because you’re at a standstill, can’t decide, you just stay there. Knight of Pentacles rev, no progress is being made this month, you’re still processing how you feel about the decision you haven’t even made.

The Fool rev & Wheel of Fortune:

Clarified by 10 Cups & Ace of Swords, you may not have decided to do anything for some time now, fearing foolish mistakes or making the wrong move, pissing people off, making them sad, whatever the thing. It could be your family rushing in with this Knight of Swords energy, to cut you loose from your prison of indecision. That rhymes 😋 Someone is telling you some truth, I don’t get that this is your own energy. Could be someone saying “fk what people think, do what you want to do!” Could be me. Could be your parent, uncle, neighbor, whoever. Giving up a dream for the whole that wouldn’t be whole if they didn’t really want you to follow your dreams? Within reason of course, that’s not saying pick up and sell your house, move to the wilderness to be one with trees. But yeah, start painting. Or whatever. Even Spirit wants you to take action, and you already know what it’s about, because you keep pushing it aside. Someone else saying it could be the thing that inspires you out of your own Hanged Man mode, it’s the perspective you’ve needed. Or, being Knight of Swords, they may harshly just cut your vines and then say “time to make a decision, wake up” as you fall from this tree & hit the ground.

Signs you may be dealing with:

All of them, heavy Cancer & Pisces 💧

Oracles: ✨

26 Duality 🎭

Black and white, good and evil, yes and no, up and down, want and don’t want. These are all examples of dualistic thinking. What if you banned these labels from your thoughts for a day? What would happen? Would the world end? Doubtful. Would some person “get away” with something? No. Would you attach less emotion to a “bad” situation or drama? Possibly. If that happened and there was less attachment to a situation, you could keep your vibrations higher, which would enable you to deal more successfully with any situation that comes your way. Given enough time - most “bad” situations work out in the end. It is your choice to be drama free, or spend a lot of time and energy wasted on a situation that will turn out okay in the end. What do you choose?

We enter into December as:

Sage 🧙🏼‍♂️

“Wisdom...is knowing the difference between risk, and stupidity.”

It is time to listen to what others are telling you. Is there some wise counsel that you have sought, only to ignore it? Are you trying to do things all by yourself? A solution to your problems may come from those more experienced than yourself. Trust that whomever you think to ask will be the right person. Sage can also indicate a time of surrendering what you have no control over. Wisdom only comes from experience, and we all have challenges because we need the lessons they provide. Remember to stay in today, no jumping ahead. This is an opportunity to start over and clean out the old, it’s the perfect time to do it. Rejoice! You are walking a path of Great Spirits 🍃

What is to be learned in December:

The Loden Lesson 🪴

“It was by taking the right action that I found the road out.”

You must take action, do not expect that something is going to change without some doing on your part. It is also important to know that while things may seem bleak, that is only your perception. Life may feel difficult at present, but The Loden Lesson is simple, the only way out of stagnation is motion. If we decide to sit and do nothing, we must accept the responsibility of the decision. You may also be in a situation you feel is dead or finished. Pray for clarity, and wait for a response. It is vital that you do not make any decisions from an emotionally distraught state.

Green may be a lucky color 💚

#Pisces #monthly tarot reading #December 2023 #tarot #tarotblr

[drabbles-mc]

The Same Mistakes

An Isabella Bautista fic

For Day 4 of @whumpril 2023: ache

Warnings: 18+, language, angst

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: dedicated to my fave isabella stan @hausofmamadas. Thank u for inspiring me to write this 😌💞

Narcos Mexico Taglist: @narcolini @garbinge @ashlingnarcos @purplesong1028 @cositapreciosa @southotheborder @artemiseamoon (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

With each tear that sprung into her eyes and proceeded to trickle down the side of her face, Isabella continued to chastise herself. Was it painful? Sure. Should she have seen it coming? Most definitely. Because that’s how it always ended for her.

It always ended before it even truly got started. There was such a specific brand of pain in that. It felt foolish to say, but she swore that she could actually feel the ache in her chest when she thought back on it all.

Maybe it hurt because the endings, the rejections, were always two-fold. Being shot down in business or in romance was one thing. But managing to get shot down in business and in romance, by the same person at essentially the same time, was another thing. It was a much worse thing.

And somehow it had happened to her twice.

She shook her head at herself, ignoring the tears for a moment as she rewound it all in her head. It felt almost sickening to think about how wrong she had been about him. “El último hombre decente en México.” Just the thought of saying those words now put a knot in her stomach and bile in her throat. Fucking Miguel. She’d given him too much credit back then, too much of her time, her attention.

There was no getting any of that back now. The best she could do was not waste any more time on him. Not give him any more brain space.

The rejection and betrayal of Miguel had hurt in the moment. The ache that was familiar to her now had felt so new and debilitating back then. Now, though, she felt more anger towards him than she did heartbreak. Miguel was so far in her rearview at this point that he wasn’t worth being in pain over anymore.

Besides, all of that shit with Miguel paled in comparison to the hole that Dina had put through her chest.

That was something that had snuck up on her. It hurt in a different way, maybe because it mattered more. Maybe because there was business, of course, but there was also the way that Dina would look at her. There were plans and paperwork but there were also shared smiles and cigarettes that Dina insisted on lighting for her. There was work, because there had to be work or else it wouldn’t have been Dina. But there was more—there was the two of them.

Or, so she had thought.

She’d been wrong, again, and this time it hurt so much more. Her chest felt like it was going to cave in on itself as she washed the makeup from her face. To an outsider looking in, it would’ve been impossible to tell what was tears and what was water from the faucet, but Isabella knew.

The last few traces of mascara trailed down her cheeks as she cleaned it from her lashes. It all looked so dramatic—tears and running makeup and the deep pout she was sporting. All that flair and it still wasn’t enough to encapsulate how she was actually feeling.

Not to mention that it wasn’t as though Dina was at home shedding any tears over her in return.

But also maybe it wasn’t enough simply because it wasn’t right. What she was feeling wasn’t that loud. It was quiet, and heavy. It was real and honest in a world where honesty didn’t pay.

Maybe that was the whole problem. She was trying to be transparent with people who wouldn’t ever be capable of returning the favor, in business or in their relationships. Of all the mistakes she’d made, her biggest one had been thinking that either of them would be different with her. People didn’t change that way. Or, at least, they didn’t change that way for her.

She splashed some more warm water on her face before patting it dry. No lipstick, no long lashes—this was a different kind of transparent. This was the side of her that neither of them had gotten to know. They could’ve. She would’ve let them. But they didn’t want to. And she had to somehow learn to be alright with that.

Pushing her hair back behind her shoulders, she did her best to take a deep breath and convince herself that she was going to be alright. It wasn’t as though she really had another choice at this point. Despite the radiating pain in her chest, she repeated it to herself over and over again: She wasn’t going to make the same mistakes again.

She could still see the tears lingering on the rims of her eyes, begging to fall. She raked her teeth over her bottom lip before shaking her head at herself and reaching over to turn off the light in her bathroom. She knew that the longer she stared at herself, the more she would spiral, trying to make sense of people who had proven to her that they weren’t worth the effort it would take to try and piece them apart.

The bathroom door clicked shut quietly behind her as she walked out. The soft sound was the only noise in her otherwise silent house. She had turned on the lights as she walked through her home, leaving a trail in her wake. Now, though, she repeated the same process over only this time she was turning all of the lights back off and sending her whole house into darkness.

The only light that was left on in the house came from the lamp beside her bed, bathing her mattress and sea of pillows in warm yellow light. She stared at her bed for a moment before finally taking another deep breath and pulling the blanket back on her side of the bed. Although, really, both sides were her side because she couldn’t remember the last time that someone had been there to occupy the half opposite of her.

It was always so easy, when she crawled into bed this late at night and finally shut the lamp off, to feel like her house, her room, her bed were all too big for just her. It was so easy to get lost in the thoughts of having someone else there, feeling like she should have someone else there. Maybe that just came with the territory of missing people.

So many nights she’d spent curled up on her side of the bed, making herself smaller in a mattress that felt too large for just her. And she was about to do it again when she finally thought better of it. Sitting up, she grabbed and tossed a few of her pillows from the bed to the floor, not caring where they landed in the darkness. With the pillow that she had left, she situated it in the middle of the mattress, finally allowing herself to take up as much space as she wanted, as much space as she could, right in the center of it. Laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness, she took the first easy breath that she had taken all night, and finally let her eyes close.

#whumpril #whumpril2023 #whumprilday4 #ache #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico #nmx #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos mx #isabella bautista fanfiction #isabella Bautista #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[bangtanficsforyou]

Wait 👀 was this the final chapter? If so then Tae in this is just a huge asshole. Ouch. I thought for a second that possibly his gf was talking with her behind his back. Cos this change is remarkable. If it’s the final one, do you think you could give us a little Tae’s P.O.V – at least his reaction to the message? I read it so fast, it’s insane. I’ve been waiting for it for ages but it was all worth it. Thank youu. Oh oh and also thank you for making it available for everyone so soon. I’m thankful!! That’s very generous of you and I respect that😊 as always, beautifully written 💜🌸

This is the last part, yes 😌. Honestly, speaking, the guy who did that to me, everytime I talk to someone about it, or something similar, I realise how much of an asshole he really was 😂.

It would be kind of interesting, no, if his gf were talking to her behind his back? That'd be so much drama 👀.

The change is remarkable indeed. Sometimes people we know end up doing the most unexpected things and you're left confused as to what to do. It's just so confusing and painful, especially when you're forced to make a decision. But it what it is, ig.

About Tae's part, I'm honestly unsure. I'd love to write something where the guy loses OC and regrets like crazy. However, since this Taehyung part is based on a guy ik irl, it feels weird to write that yk? Because I got my closure in the way he treated me. After blocking him, I never wondered if he regrets or how he reacted and all that. Because somewhere deep down, I know a part of me would love it if he were to miss me or if he were to realise his mistakes. But to actively, entertain the thought and want it, would be giving him some sort of power over the way he makes me feel. Ykwim? So yes, although, I would love if he were to regret, I don't mind if that's not the case. It's whatever.

I HAD to make it available to you guys as quickly as i could. I have made you all wait for so long 😂.

Also, thank you soooooo much for leaving this message and taking the time to send this to me. Your kind words are much, much appreciated ❤️. I love you and I hope you're doing well.

#Asks #Anon #Fic: TRYML

[lyranova]

Your trademark is giving William a gorgeous and wonderful wife only to give them a son that has to live through more trauma than his father 😆...😭

WHJWKSKWKWWOWJWNSKSKSKW!!

So true XD! Alistar does tend to attract trauma and angst wherever he goes (i even have an unposted fic where I give him even *more* trauma), so at this point I think its a running gag to see “just how much trauma we can give him in a short amount of time” 😆!

Ofc he does get his happy ending tho, so all that pain and trauma was worth it 😌!

#asks #camy❄️ #my lovely mutuals #ask game #thanks for asking 💕!

[darethshirl]

so many elf fics!

Another exchange, another fic-gathering post! I had an ENORMOUS amount of fun writing for the @arlathanxchange these last couple months, and got to read so many amazing stories. :‘) If you haven’t checked the collection yet I urge to do so!!

now on to the FICS 👀

Gifts I Received:

Healers and Dreamers by @dirthenera (Solas/Lavellan, T rated, 3600 words)

Inquisitor Lavellan insists on visiting the Frostback Basin to find the last Inquisitor after visiting Crestwood with Solas, to find a distraction from the hurt and coldness every time she tries to talk to him about what happened.

She doesn't expect to find so much of herself and Solas mirrored in Telana and Ameridan's story, and he doesn't expect the ever capable Inquisitor to be badly injured by the Hakkonites.

An absolutely lovely exploration of post-breakup solavellan, filled with yearning and bittersweet love and PAIN 😭 Solas tries to heal Lavellan after an injury and in the process breaks both their hearts all over again (OH AND MINE TOO). This was all I could have wanted from a prompt like this, and the angst is Exquisite.

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Fill My Cup by @rosella-writes (Solas/Lavellan, Explicit, 1800 words)

Virelan wants to come. Solas wants to teach her something new.

SMOKING HOT SMUT 👀👀🥵👌👌 Solas is a bratty dom (yes they exist) and he and Virelan have a delightful dynamic in this. Solas teases her skillfully and without mercy and frankly it’s exactly what she needed 😌💯

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Gifts I Wrote:

oh the river, it's running free (oh the joy it brings to me)  for @rosella-writes (Andraste&/Shartan, G rated, 1700 words)

I will immolate my own soul for this cause, she thinks, and it feels true.

I went full-hog with the introspection and Poetic Imagery in this one lol. Andraste’s pov, in all her strangeness and mystery. this puny little fic took me THREE GODDAMN WEEKS to write but in the end it was worth it. :’) I admit I’m pretty proud of this!

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bright days of halcyon for @dreadfutures (Solas&Hawen with some solavellan, G rated, 2900 words)

“When did your people first choose you as their leader?” he asks politely, a guest’s good manners to his host.

Hawen smiles at him, his eyes crinkling. “It was the gods that chose me,” he says, his tone serene. “They gave me the gift of magic, and so set me on my path.”

Solas is struck speechless, the words a punch. Magic is your birthright, he wants to say, not for anyone to give or take, and Can a man be truly free if he can’t even choose his own path? and The injustice of this world is vast enough to drown in.

And then, hidden beneath it all, pulsing like a heartbeat: My fault. My fault.

right so this was basically just an excuse to cram as many of my “solas interacting with dalish clans and having it be GOOD” headcanons as I could 😂 and my god was it fun! this was the MOST enjoyable fic I’ve had the pleasure to write in a long time, and I feel so fond of it!!! :’) :’) I’m so glad I got the chance to write it :’)

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Some Extra Stuff

okay I had absolutely nothing to do with any of these fics 😂😂 but I was very impressed by them (which is really saying something, considering how many good fics there are in the collection!!) so I wanted to give them a shoutout anyway:

Faerie-Stories Not for the Faint of Heart by @hezjena (Mythal&Flemeth, T rated, 1800 words)

Flemeth of Highever knew that she could count on no one else for her escape. The bard, Osen, long legged and sweet of tongue was many things, but she knew in her broken heart that he wasn’t coming for her. Her inheritance of their love had left her head full of the pretty faerie stories that he had spun. Beautifully crafted songs of virtuous princesses in towers, guarded by vicious dragons waiting to be rescued by shining valiant knights on pure white steeds.

She threw her head back and laughed deeply at the very thought of it all.

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Flemeth meets Mythal, an origin story.

a fascinating and fairy-tale like depiction of Flemeth and Mythal’s very first meeting. I’m absolutely obsessed with the ideas here, and the image of them talking through a mirror lives rent free in my mind 👌

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Homecoming by @queenaeducan (Charter&Lace Harding, T rated, 5000 words)

 Charter has never been one for parties. The air, always thick with the smell of incense and perfume, draws like a rope around her neck. Her high-collared uniform is doing her no favours, either, fabric drawing tight against her skin as she cranes her head to look around the room. Orlesians gossip from behind porcelain masks, their painted smiles jeering like actors in a play. They mingle in a crowd of Rivaini merchants with a wealth of gold rings hoarded on their fingers, and, of course, Tevinter magisters who seem indifferent, at best, to be in attendance at such an affair. Even if it was hosted by one of their own.

 She’s loath to admit that, at least in this, they are in agreement.

Charter attends a Tevinter party, hoping to deny the Dread Wolf another ancient Elvhen artefact.

okay real talk, this could have just as easily been an actually published story in Tevinter Nights and I wouldn’t have blinked an eye. VERY cleverly written, I loved all the twist and tursn of the plot and I continue to be exceedingly impressed by it 👀💯

#my writing #fic recs #dragon age #solas #solas x lavellan #solavellan #andraste #mythal #flemeth #charter #dai #arlathan exchange

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I JUST FINISHED EPISODE FIVE AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

GUESS WHAT'S PLAYING ON REPEAT IN MY HEAD!!! IT'S "YOU KISSED MY BOYFRIEND?" :'DDDD!!!

I HOPE Y'ALL ARE ENJOYING LAUGHING AT MY PAIN 😭😭😭 no genuinely I hope it helps soften this for you lol

I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine

Anyway 🤪✌️ let's get going :)

CARLOSSSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔!!!! I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU GUYS BUT NO ONE IS GOING THROUGH IT AS MUCH AS CARLOS EXCEPT MAYBE RICKY

YOU ALL JUST CAN'T MATCH UP

Anyway xD. I honestly felt SO bad for Carlos this episode. But you know what I didn't expect to come out of this storyline xd? The part of his conversation with Miss Jenn where they (the show) talked about the high standards for gay people in society, tied into Carlos's body and self esteem issues. Like?? Hello??? Honestly a slay?? I'm not gonna say it makes this WORTH IT, but still lol.

And, to be totally honest or a moment, the longer it goes on, the more okay I am with this storyline. Obviously I don't like "cheating gay" trope, but with Big Red explaining what happened I'm feeling a bit better about it. And I mean hey - it's angst. And also, it's a TV show, and people (especially tv characters lol) make mistakes. I'm not saying I've forgiven either of them yet lol, but I still love them.

Anyway! Back to my drama lol. Besides that serious stuff though Carlos and Miss Jenn's scene was HILARIOUS lol xD. Also, back on the serious stuff for a moment, I love how she acknowledged that it doesn't just go away, but promised to be there by his side through it :'). Beautiful <3.

Now. We'll be back to Carlos in a moment, because I'm gonna discuss Big Red and Ashlyn first lol.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I WAS S O HOPING HE WOULDN'T SAY IT!!! Our greatest fears came true y'all 😭. Also I gotta say I LOVE that Ashlyn was defending Carlos. But also, since she was, and not really defending herself, I think that was a pretty sure sign that it was over xD. They were great, and now, they've grown up, and changed, and they're different :'). Honestly that scene made me feel better about the whole thing than anything else. It honestly kind of mad me okay with the storyline lol? Like I said, I'm loving the angst, and honestly? I just don't enjoy disliking things. Is this how I wanted it to go down, for any of them? No. But it's what I have :). Anyway, HUAOFWIZMOFKAGSKNL I WAS DYING THROUGHOUT THAT ENTIRE SCENE!!! Y'all the liveblogging of panic that was being sent to my sibling 😭😭 xD.

But AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH ASHLYN COMING OUT!!!! :'DDDD. And finally (it's been one episode lol) an explanation on what happened 😭. Yeah honestly I feel like that's the best possible choice. My mans (as in men) just let the impulsive thoughts win 😌 /hj xDD. Or, the best possible option I guess, lol. Anyway, that honestly was the most beautiful breakup ever :'D. They just. . . genuinely were on the same page :'). Given that Redlyn's the last OG ship left (besides Seblos, but yk, they're B-U-R-N-T lol xD they better be fine though -.-), it does feel a bit bittersweet :'). Mostly bitter lol xd. I just- sighh. It's better this way for both of them, but I will miss them :'/. Ash is right - it really does feel like the end of an era x'd. Ahh, my babeys <3.

Goodbye and Rest in Peace, Redlyn <3. You were wonderful :').

Also at this time I'd like to once again bring up the fact that we were jokingly considering Big Rashlyn as the ship name LOL. Wayyy back in the day xD. Anyway lol.

Oh and also, I like that Big Red actually DID pick up on the Maddox and Ashlyn thing lol :'). Good for him xD. Also, it kinda shows again that he and Ash had changed really early on :( :').

Now, back to Carlos lol xd. Yeah, we're doing this part a bit chronologically since it involves all three of them and the background is important for both sides of it lol (Big Red and Ashlyn as one side because their scene was together lol). STOPPPP Caros wanting the international tea 😭😭💔 honey I'm so sorry but this meeting is about to crash and burn :'(( <33. And then I just- BIG RED!! THIS IS THE WORST THING YOU'VE DONE SO FAR!! WORSE THAN KISSING SEB!!! YOU TOLD CARLOS, NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT THE GOOD NEWS AND BAD NEWS PART, BY DOING A DOUBLE THUMB POINT!!!! Okay, maybe it's on equal footing with smiling while you told Ash xD, BUT STILL!!!! Y'all 😭. Seriously I rewatched that part like three times though. Just like, those 30 seconds of them talking. Carlos's HURT is just what gets to me 😭💔. The hurt and heartbreak and anger in his voice just K I L L E D M E!!! I'm not okay 😭😭😭❤️💔. But honestly I loved it lol xd because it was just SO. GOOD!! Also "I'm very fond of you" 😭😭😭😭 STOP. That whole line honestly - like I said, the whole conversation xdd 😭😭💔❤️. I love them so much and this hurts <33.

Also, I could insult Big Red by saying you don't have to worry about the self conscious side of it anymore Carlos, but I will not because that was a joke my brain made that I don't believe anyway xD. I mean, obviously Seb doesn't feel that way, but you know lol.

Anyway!! I am super stressed and not at all ready :')). Especially because the next episode started a little bit before I could pause it (and then the disney+ logo bit just. disappeared from the runtime lol) and I SAW THAT CARLOS'S SHIRT IS THE ONE HE HAS ON IN OVER AGAIN!!! LIKE I'M PRETTY SURE!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! It took me a minute of having it paused at the very beginning of the recap but then when I registered it I was like o.o xD. Anyway!

Going from those three into Ash, honeyyy 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔. Madison picking up 😭😭 :'(((. It's okay honey, I'm sure Maddox still likes you, it's probably a misunderstanding D':. Maybe they were breaking up and Maddox didn't answer because she was upset lol. Anyway xD! I felt so bad for her 😭😭. Also AAHHHH HER CLEANING OUT HER LOCKER HIGDKZOSMP 😭😭😭. Like of their pictures :'((. But I was also like xD "chill girl they're still your friends 😭 xD" lol. Maybe she left like one of Big Red so he's equal to her other friends xD. I justified she didn't have multiple of Maddox :((. But, anyway, ouch <3333.

AAAAAHHHHHHHH KOURTNEYYYY!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR HER :'DDDD. Obviously this whole thing is still scary, but she just seems genuinely happy here :'). I don't think we would've seen that if we watched her visit an Ivy League. And then the song being her sign 😭😭😭- stop, don't talk to me <33. It was perfect :')). And AAAHHHHHH IT WAS SO GOOD!!!!! GIRL YOU SLAYED S O H A R D :DDDD!!! WHOOOO ❤️❤️🤩🥰😍🥳🥳😭❤️❤️. Good crying lol <3. It was just amazing :'D. And again, I'm just so happy that she's happy 🥰. Obviously it's still scary, and anxiety-inducing, and weird, but I think she feels a tiny bit more confident in her journey now :'). And hopefully, she can enjoy the year a little bit more <3. Also, I love how surprised they all looked when she started singing xD. A very real reaction lol. And as they SHOULD, she is amazing :DDDD. I love her so much <3333.

AAAHHHHHH EJ!!!! HE'S HERE :DDDD!!! Well I mean, he's not here lol, he's there, but you know xD. HE'S ARRIVED ON THE SHOWWW!!! Lol xD. Anyway!! AAHHHH He's thriving so much :'D. And he's away from his dad :')). I'm honestly just so happy for him <333. Also, it seems like he may mayhaps (just go with it - lol call me ginain 1x05- anyway xD) have a thing going on with Val 👀👀? Good for you EJ :'D. I'm happy for you :') 🥰. He deserves this so much <333. Also, that SONG!!! IT WAS AMAZING 😭😭❤️❤️❤️. And AYYY they finally let Matt play guitar :D xD. I love him so much lol <3. EJ and Matt :).

RINA!! Okay so Ricky first, man was going through it 😭😭💔❤️. I definitely think he really needed that time with EJ <3. And honestly just, time away in general. But not alone :). But like, between seeing how EJ is flourishing (especially given what EJ said at the end), and being outside of everything and being able to look at it with an outside perspective (from himself and EJ), it was what he needed :'). Also that tough love was really what he needed 😭 xD. Seriously though, EJ saying basically that he would do anything for Gina, and the she deserves the best? 😭😭😭😭😭😭💔❤️❤️ Stop, I'm not okay <3333. But seriously, their conversation was just SO. GOOD. And the ACTING bro don't even get me started on how amazing everyone's acting has been 😭😭💔❤️. But Ricky crying? Dang that hit HARD!! And yeah, EJ said exactly what he needed to hear. A little comfort in the way of having faith of him, a little tough love, and just plain old love. He's finally starting to heal, to not run, and I just love that so much for him :')). I'm so happy for Ricky 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰 :')). He deserves this <3.

Also them hugging and saying I love you 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️. I can't dude I love them so much <333. They really are brothers :')).

Though I've gotta say that right after/during that I was like "and after you keep stealing his girlfriends too :')" AND THEN THEY BASICALLY SAID THAT SLFJGHDKGJLS XDD!! That part was amazing lol, on its own too xD. And also the guitar :'D. Lovely <333.

GINAAA!!! GIRL YOU WERE SLAYING SO HARD THIS EPISODE :DDD! GIRL SHE WAS SLAYING SO HARD THIS EPISODE :DDDD!!! Like all the filming?? YES girl go off :O :DD!! Although I am kinda like. "Bestie the rehearsal xD." still lol, but to be fair that still wouldn't have been enough xD. Anyway, I'm glad Mack got to have dinner with them and honestly just be kinda normal for a bit :). Like, him trying to pay? Nah, dude :). And hey, Gina's doing what she said :p. She's training him how to live life a bit :'D. Also Gina's mom liking him was sus 😭😭. I mean like, sus in a :'((( way because she likes him and would let Gina date him but that's just because he's successful DD':. And that's rude frankly :'((. I mean it's more than rude but still lol. And then YES Gina honestly ska <33 stad up to her :)). I know you love her but she ain't perfect and she needs to know what you have to say <3.

And then, that last scene (with Rina). AAAAHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️. Y'all I was freaking out and then HE SAW MACK AND HE TURNED AWAY AND I WAS ABOUT TO LOSE MY MIND I SWEAR, BUT THEN AAAAAHHHHHHHHH GINA SAW HIM :DDDD!!! AND I WAS SCARED SHE WOULD BE TOO LATE BUT P H E W SHE WASN'T 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰 :'DDD!!! AND AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH SHE TOLD HER MOM ABOUT THEM :'DDDD!!!!!! AND AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH WAS THAT SECOND CHANCE PLAYING??? BUT I JUST WPXIGUSNMOSMLOAUNPA AND THEN THE K I S S S S S!!!! Y'ALL THAT WAS SO GOOD 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️. AND IT WAS SO CINEMATIC!!! AAAHHHHHHH I JUST LOVED IT SO MUCH :'DDDDDD.

Also side note Ricky calling EJ 😭😭💔❤️ :')).

And then NOOOOOO THE SHOWWW 😭😭😭😭💔❤️❤️. Only Emmy and Miss Jenn being there :'((( 😭😭💔. I was hoping at least a few people would be :'(( but no D':. I mean I know they're all going tough it but 😭 DD':. Anyway that sucks really bad :((. Also what was the principal doing before he came in that he was so happy about lol. Anyway xD.

Accidentally am at the end of the episode and haven't done Miss Jenn yet (shhh might've forgotten xdd) SO here she is :D. Again her and Carlos's scenes were wonderful 😭😭😭❤️❤️. I just love her being there for him :'))). And him for her 🥰🥰. And you know what? We deserve this. We deserve sad Carlos who gets comfort 😤😤😌. Does it hurt? Yes xd. But it's GOOD 😭❤️❤️❤️ MH <333. Anyway xD. Poor Miss Jenn overall though :'((. Especially with the show 😭😭 DD':. I love her though <333

And poor Emmy too :'((. Honey's just trying her best <33. And I mean she literally came to this school for the musical and to be with them D':. Poor girl 😭😭❤️ <333. Plus Carlos said Seb was the only reliable theatre kid but now there's Emmy :'((( :'). She is, but no one else was there 😭💔. Anyway she's slaying as always :'( <333.

Oh also I forgot to mention it but 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔 CARLOS SITTING IN THE STAIRWELL WITH IT RAINING LOOKING AT PICTURES OF SEB KILLED ME 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔❤️. Also the caption said something about "my favorite person" or something like that so ha I'm fine :'))). Heh :'))). Also, WE HAD NO IDEA HOW DEPRESSING THESE SCENES REALLY WERE 😭😭😭😭💔💔. Like from the promo pics xdd 😭😭. First Halloween now this 😭. Like this one looked sad unless you were like me and thought it as just his skater outfit for a second :')), but still it was WAY worse 😭😭😭💔 DD':. Anyway it killed me thank you :)) :')) :'(( <3333.

Maddox, Jet, Seb, and Nini - we miss you :')) ❤️😭💔❤️❤️🥰. I have no clue where Maddox and Jet were but you know xD.

This episode was so amazing. I loved it so much :'DD. Like, yes, it caused me immensely, immeasurable pain, but it was SO GOOD. The EMOTIONS this episode!! And every episode tbh lol. Like I said, I haven't mentioned it much as of yet, but the acting is absolutely PHENOMENAL!!! And just overall y'all I am so not okay with this show 😭😭😭❤️💔💔 xdd. Like, not okay over this show lol. Anyway xD. I'm so scared for the next episode, and the next few episodes. And I'm also SO FREAKING EXCITED!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Y'all I think we might get Over Again next episode :'D (nearly said week lol). That would heal my broken heart a bit <3.

Oh also, input on everything this far from my sibling through my updates (panicked texts): SEB WOULD NEVER THE WRITERS ARE WRONG. Summarized a bit, but it wasn't much longer than that lol. So yeah, that <3 xD. I agree but I'm still okay with the storyline lol. Again - I'm just enjoying what I've got :).

Anyway!! Yeah :)). Wonderful episode- OH YEAH!!! THE MUSIC WAS S O GOOD!!!! I know I talked about them individually but it was just AMAZING :'DDD!!! Both songs were so amazing, thank you very much for those 🥰🥰. I loved them :'D. And again, that Second Chance motif killed me <3.

But yeah!! I'm so nervous and so excited :))).

NOW IT'S TIME FOR EPISODE 6!!!!

#hsmtmts #oasis's hsmtmts chatter #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts s4 #high school musical the musical the series season 4 #hsmtmts spoilers #these just keep getting looonger snd longer lol #as I should've expected xDD #or maybe as I did lol idk #makes sense for me though xD #I just didn't really think about it #anyway!! I live in fear :DD #so so much fear :))) #and I will absolutely d i e during over again <333 #absolutely as in guaranteed but also as in totally - that works too lol #like an enhancing adjective for the dying xD #anyway lol #yeah awesome episode <3333 #still freaking out not okay and losing my mind thank you :))) #oh also kourtney's mom (and that girl who gave her the tour the friend's daughter :) ) SLAYS every time #we stan <333 #we stan her so hard 😌😌😌🥰🥰❤️ <3 #xD anyway yeah lovely all around this episode 🥰🥰🥰 <333 #see y'all in a bit!!! #or lol #see you guys on the other side xDD #of the episode lol #wish me luck <333 hope I survive 🙏🤞 xD <3 #as in I'm asking you to hope that lol xD anyway #let's do this :)) <33!!

[thatkodochagirl]

The Best Days of My Life ☕😌

Never in my entire life did I ever think I’d be a successful YouTuber. I remember as a teenager when YouTube was up and coming and my friends and I would put together terrible AMVs (back in the lawless days before copyright really intervened haha!) in hopes that we would become famous content creators, as we are now called these days. (Gosh, I sound like an old person 😮‍💨)

It really took a lot to get here. So many years of struggle and pain that I can’t even properly piece together in just one post, which I won’t, because all of that is behind me now. But when I do think about the past, and compare it to my life now, I get so happy and feel so free, knowing that each day I get to do what I enjoy for the most part. I am lucky to have a day job that allows me to work on my YouTube content in between my work assignments. For the last year, it had been the first time where I was excited to wake up and experience a new day. Depression and anxiety still come and go, but not as frequently as they used to. 

It really is a blessing to wake up each day and create things that I love and talk to people who genuinely understand and respect me. I don’t take any of the people reading this or those who watch my videos for granted - everyone in my life makes living worthwhile. Thank you. ❤️

It makes me realize that all those years of suppressing my true self and dealing with trauma was all worth it to get to here. So many times I wanted to give up because I never thought I would make it to where I am today. So I just want to say this, if anyone reading is struggling with something that feels never-ending...PAIN IS NOT PERMANENT. In life, you are meant to struggle to become the best version of yourself, I truly believe that. We have more power to change our lives than we give ourselves credit for. I wish someone would have told my younger self that. Life is made up of ups and downs, and it’s up to us to learn how to manage that in order to reach who we are meant to be. 

Anyone can be the hero of their own life, and inspire change in others. Every day I am thankful for the people who helped me get to this place I’m at in my life. My life isn’t perfect, but I am alive, and I am free. I look forward to strengthening and broadening my creative endeavors, and just enjoying the peace that I’ve created around myself. 

I’m so happy that I could make Kodocha a part of that.

#kodocha #life #inner peace #mental health #chill vibes #change #anime #youtube

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Hello, how is my favorite fan fic author doing? I am trying get back to writing fan fic after soo long and also I'm earning through freelancing and part times and really looking forward to buying his property and the other novels you release ❤️

My parents found out that I'm not a virgin and having a real bad crisis at home 😭 trying to have money to move out asap but once I save up enough I'm definitely gonna buy that. Which will be soon 😌

Hey lovely!

Well, this pregnancy has almost killed me. It's been super complicated, and I've spent more time in hospital over the last 6 months than I ever had my entire life before then. It's even given me chronic pain/illnesses they can't treat while I'm pregnant 😭

But I know baby girl will be worth it in the end, and I hopefully only have 3-6 weeks left now, as they don't want me to go over my due date because of all the issues I'm having. I have a potential 2 surgeries lined up for post-birth which will be fun fun fun 🙃

Focus on yourself before worrying about buying any of my things! Hope you manage to get out soon! ❤️

#bee answers #allys-creative-bubble

[s-talking]

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse / from ayato maybe??? he's definitely hungry 😌

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓     is  effortless  to  grasp,  but  difficult  to  master.  envy  had  spent  almost  an  entire  week  worth  of  time,  resources   &   exertion  just  to  cut  some  loose  ends....   only  for  the  police  to  piece  them  back  together  as  clues.  it’s  inconvenient.  tiresome,  even.  the  silent  house  suddenly  booms  from  the  old  door  that  whacks  open,  followed  by  heavy  footsteps   &   a  slam  of  car  keys  against  the  living-room  table  which  most  likely  knocked  over  an  incense  but  no  matter,  the  young  serial  killer  is  simply  too  weary  to  care.  he  just  takes  the  jacket  off   &   tosses  it  at  one  of  the  two  armchairs  before  falling  back  against  the  couch,  at  long  last,  sinking  into  much  needed  rest.

it  doesn’t  take  long  for  him  to  drift  off.  with  one  hand  hanging  off  the  ledge   &   the  other  lost  somewhere  under  a  vintage  pillow,  he  visibly  softens,  looking  stunningly  angelic   &   innocent  unlike  the  cold-blooded  murderer  many  people  came  to  know.  even  the  svelte  body  appears  more  hospitable  than  domineering,  with  the  ivory  skin   &   hair  like  a  shining  fall  of  black  curls  glowing  with  a  kiss  of  moonlight.  oh,  what  some  wouldn’t  give  to  bury  such  hauntingly  beautiful  image...

          is  this   why   he  followed  him  home... ?

the  young  rebellious  prince,  both  prideful   &   arrogant,  weaving  among  the  dusty  furniture  &  shadows  with  ghostly  grace  ──  not  once  waking  the  dreaming  youth.  not  even  as  he  climbs  onto  the  same  couch   &   with  glistening  eyes,  lowers,  just  to  sink  own  fangs  deep  into  his  wide  open  neck.  it  takes  a  while,  perhaps  much  longer  than  most,  but  eventually  envy  does  stir,  waking  nigh  disorientated  to  the  ongoing  situation;   ❝  mn...  ?  ❞   he  can’t  think  straight.  everything  is  just  so  slow   &  blurry,  forcing  a  lone  dark  brow  to  crook  as  warm  trickles  of  blood  roll  down  his  cold,  ivory  skin.  the  long  lashes  flutter  in  puzzlement,  &  then,   wait...  hold  on.   is  someone...  on  top  of  him?  groaning  softly,  the  young  serial  killer  grasps  weakly  onto  the  dark  smear  before  him  &  sensing  the  fabric  of  a  sleeve,  feels  own  wretched  heart   just  stop.

no,  no  way.  suddenly  digging  the  black  nails  even  deeper,  envy  exhales  a  shaky  breath   &   attempts  to  push  the  intruder  off  as  well  as  refocus  with  the  dark  eyes  switching  from  the  arm  towards  the  moonlit  hair,   &   then  the  soft  sounds  the  other  makes,  only  to  whisper  in  a  low,  warning  tone,    ❝  g-get...  your──  ❞    those  words  die  rather  quickly  however,  for  the  gnawing  pain  turns  into  a  wave  of  pleasure,  stealing  yet  another  shaky  breath  from  those  murderous  lips.    ❝   ahh...  ❞   how  strange.   why  is  he  feeling  so  hot  all  of  the  sudden?  bending  one  of  the  legs,  envy  plants  his  boot  against  the  couch  as  though  it’d  somehow  help  in  grounding  the  scattered  thoughts  but,  nothing.  his  body  is  completely  defying  the  non-existent  emotions,  causing  one  hell  of  inner  uproar.

what  is  it  that  i’m  feeling,  exactly?  why  on  earth  can’t  i  just  shove  him?  did  i...  bleed  too  much?  why  am  i...  bleeding?  what  is  he──     ❝   ngh...  !  ❞    feeling  the  other  suddenly  pull  out,  envy  hazily  looks  up   &   the  image  he  sees  is  not  at  all  the  one  he’d  expect;     a  most  enchanting  young  man,  dressed  in  a  dark  aristocratic  suit  with  blood  that  covers  his  mouth  like  a  lipstick  gone  wild.  it  drips  down  his  chin,  staining  the  swan-like throat.  his  emerald  eyes  glowing  like  the  moonlit  forest  lakes  as  he  runs  a  sleek  tongue  across  the  bloodstained  fangs.   &   ohh,  dearest  mercy...

        this  is   exactly   how  obsessions  begin.

#// alkgjalkgj AYATO YOU LIL SH*T #HOW DARE YOU RUIN THE STREAK #ENVY DIDN'T GET BITTEN SINCE LIKE 2013 #AND NOW HE IS SMITTEN WHILE BLEEDING ALL OVER THE SOFA #algfajlkgj #I DEMAND A COMPENSATION #YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE HIS BLOOD / AND / HEART LIKE THAT #lmao #🔪 ❝ ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᵉʳ⋅⋅ ❞ {{ ;; ‘𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂’ }}

[lumyart]

tumblr user alnjord: same dude same i thank the universe every day lum got attached to this stupid painful ship bc now we have her with her writing and her talent and we’re not letting her go 😌

😭😭😭 honestly, every day i wish i never saw Olivia's fenty photoshoot because it made me watch this show and i hate its fandom so much, especially since i love Alicent's character... but you know what, Rhaenicent makes it all worth it in the end i guess... now we're all in this together😔

#asks