#ch19

[shysheeperz]

#kagurabachi #takeru hokazono #manga #manga aesthetic #black and white #bw #b&w #chihiro rokuhira #mangacap #cap #manga screencap #mangaedit #ch19 #kagurabachi spoilers #monochrome

[mymagicgrandpa]

Chapter 19: The Roof is on Fire, Maybe - Page 29

Chapter Synopsis: Suzie needs to get to the bottom of why a fiery ghost is haunting her schoolmate!

Author Comment: Some people may already know this upcoming reveal about Fearmongers, but even if they do it's a big deal for them to reveal this to Suzie.

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[cinamun]

The recovery festival | Next

Well shit! I mean... *ahem*

While Indya was in the ICU resting at home, and Darren was frolicking away with Indira and DJ at the festival of youth, Hope and Jayce headed over to the coffee spot to get ready for finals...

The problem is, Hope is ready for a lot more than just finals. 

#ts4 #indya #black simblr #we love Jayce remembering Darren's words tho #but we need the good 17 year old sis to slow tf down #SHEESH! #I'm coffee shop lady with the wrinkles #ts4 story #sims 4 story #simblr #ch19

[dailysmilingnatsume]

#daily-smiling-natsume #natsume yuujinchou #natsume takashi #nyanko sensei #madara #ch19 #1411

[greatbrainsnatcher]

"I've finally found a place I belong to. So I want to protect it."

#ch19 #the summer hikaru died #quotes

[anauro]

Dass ch19 snippet 💖🦋

featuring Evan being gay again 🏳️‍🌈

Regulus took off his shirt, chucking it at the floor and quickly put the hoodie on, almost sighing as Barty's scent surrounded him.

“Why are you staring at me?” Regulus furrowed his brows when he noticed Evan looking at him with his mouth slightly ajar.

“Yeah, why are you staring, Ev?” Barty asked with an amused smirk.

Evan casted Barty a dirty glance.

“Shut up,” he seethed and Barty sniggered, raising his hands up defensively.

#drugs and surgical scrubs #dass #jegulus fanfiction #ch19 #dass snippet #darkrose oneshot #rosekiller oneshot #fic: curiosity killed the cat

[iamfina5]

The Kinslayer Couple

Summary: The ground falls out from beneath Valaena Velaryon’s feet within the span of a week. The week begins with the death of her grandsire, making her mother queen and her Princess of Dragonstone. It ends with the death of her brother Lucerys at the hands of her husband, Aemond Targaryen. From there, Valaena embarks on a perilous journey to win a war against her own kin, forced to discern who are friends and who are foes on both sides of the conflict.

Chapter Nineteen: Princess Argella

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135 A.C.

Valaena sways farther along the expansive mattress, perched on her hands and knees. Her hair, hanging over her shoulders, swings with each forward press of Aemond’s hips. He plows into her at a steady pace, gripping the plump flesh of her behind with such firmness as for it to bleed white under his fingers. A long, wobbly moan leaks out of her, punctuated by low, guttural groans.

Spreading her apart under his hands, Aemond watches as he slides into her again and again, aided by the slick produced by her excitement and, he notes, the blood of her courses. Growling under his breath, he shifts an arm down to curl around one of her thighs and splits her farther apart. When next he pushes in, harder than before, a high, squeaking grunt escapes her, repeated over and over as he proceeds with the same, harsher momentum.

In company of one particularly forceful thrust, he grabs her by her nape and shoves her face down into the sheets. Valaena screams, comes, and screams again. He continues until he has had his pleasure, too, and she has taken to puling, her eyes spilling over as much is her cunt. When he finishes, he thrusts her forward, and she crumples atop the bedclothes, her limbs askew and twitching. Her crying persists, smeared onto the fabric beneath her.

He exhales a shudder, uneasy. “Was it too rough?”

She wipes at her eyes and gasps for breath. “No. It was perfect.” A final, few sobs slip from her. Once her eyes have dried, she stands up on her knees and shuffles away from him, fixing the bottom of her dress to cover her lower half.

He thinks to tell her, “You’re bleeding.”

Her neck twisting around so that she may peer down at her calves, she wonders, “I am? Where?”

“Your moon’s blood,” he clarifies.

Her hand goes under her dress. “Is it the seventeenth?” When her hand reemerges, her fingers shine mostly with white but with some pink. She peers farther back, eyeing his sloppy cock. “Sorry.”

“You should be sorry,” he quips, clapping her on the bum and educing a shriek from her. His hand does not stray far, falling to the hem of her chemise with the aim of pulling it over her head. She resists his efforts, and he complains, “Are you to never bare yourself to me again?” For as many times as they have lain together in the past two weeks, she has never denuded herself more than to raise her skirts high enough for him to find her core.

Waspishly, she complains in turn. “I let you fuck me. What more do you want?”

Enunciating, he reiterates, “I want to see you.”

“Well, everything is not as it was,” she dismisses.

Unwilling to let himself be spurned, he climbs onto the bed, as well, and eases up behind her. He slips his arms around her, pawing at her hips as she leans back against him. In a dull tone, he says, “I know. You hate me now.”

Since Valaena returned to Dragonstone, they have spent more and more time with one another each day. While she certainly no longer ignores him, she does not mind him as she did before the war. Before he blundered and killed Lucerys, she was stout in her devotion to him. She spent every minute of the day with him feasible and listened to every word he wished to grace her ears. She never stepped out the room in the middle of a conversation or stared too long at the sword he left by the door when they retired for the night. He is no longer certain that same devotion exists. He wonders if she is merely passing the time with him, using him as a familiar tool for her enjoyment.

She denies, “No. Well, yes, I do, but no, it’s—” She trails off, appearing bashful despite what they have just done. Gesturing down the length of her body, she repeats herself. “Everything is not as it was.”

He gleans that she speaks of the changes wrought on her body by her efforts to bring their child into the world. In doing so, his thoughts turn to that which lies underneath her dress. Feeling his excitement grow once more, he squeezes one of her breasts. She tips her head back onto his shoulder, and he nuzzles into her neck.

“Aemond,” she breathes, pushing back against him. “We’ve just finished.”

Sucking a mark into her skin, he says, “We could finish again.” Hoping to tempt her further, he lifts her skirt, his hand running up along her warm, slippery thigh until it meets her silken cunt. His seed drips out around his fingers as they dip inside. Once he has her mewling and rubbing herself back against his arousal, he tries to pull her dress all the way off of her.

She catches his hands, still surprisingly alert. His lips hovering over hers, he richly entices, “Come on.”

Her breath comes out heavy, her chest heaving as she glances between his eye and his mouth. He edges her on further by grinding into her backside. A gasp flutters out of her, and she caves. “Very well,” she accedes, though before he can crow in victory and whip her dress off her, she grabs his chin, her nails digging into his skin. “But if you so much as blench, I shall kill you in your sleep.”

Grinning, he tears her dress over her head and tosses it onto the floor behind him. Taking her by the shoulders, he spins her around and pushes her back to lie on the mattress, her legs twisting underneath her as she falls. She lies there, her hair strewn about her head and her arms spread out, staring up at him with both fortitude and trepidation in her face.

Pleased with his victory, so early in the day, Aemond drinks his fill of her. For all the suspense, he finds she appears much the same as she did before her pregnancy, her limbs and breasts only slightly thicker for it. He recalls that in Rook’s Rest, her face had more weight in it, less than in her gravidity but entirely gone now. Her skin is as pink as it always is after they fuck. The main difference is the pudge of her stomach, detailed with lines of stretched skin, lighter than is the rest of her. He does not mind it, as she might have feared, thinking it somewhat charming, this proof that she had borne Aenar. With that part of her sufficiently explored, his eye travels back toward her head, and—gods help him—he blenches.

Wroth, she bites, “What have I just said?”

He points to what appears to be a scar, the skin raised and red, on her right shoulder. “What the fuck is that?”

Valaena’s neck crinkles as she tips her chin down to peer at her shoulder. She deflates. “Oh, that.” Aemond shoots her an exasperated look, and she explains, very matter-of-fact, “I was shot by a flaming arrow.”

“What,” he blurts. “When?”

Not sounding terribly upset, she reveals, “During the Battle of the Gullet.”

Gradually, he deflates, too, lying down next to her. Leaning across her, he rubs a thumb along the months-old wound, relieved when he sees that his touch does nothing to irritate it. After a moment, he brings his hand down to the base of her sternum and caresses the skin there. “I’d no involvement in the Triarchy’s attack, do you know.”

“Yes, I know. Ser Criston told me so,” she divulges.

Any reprieve he might have felt in learning that there is something for which she does not blame him quickly turns sour at the mention of the turncloak with the inexplicable, newfound attachment to his wife. “What else has Ser Criston told you?” He stays quiet for only a handful of seconds, an old curiosity winning out. “What did you tell him at Rook’s Rest?”

Her brow raising, she parrots, “Rook’s Rest. That feels so long ago now.” She takes a pause herself before saying, “I confess I don’t recall.”

Huffing, he accuses, “A lie.” She shrugs, not seeing fit to deny it.

His hand still lingering low in the valley between her breasts, her own hands come up to embrace it. She becomes preoccupied with the ring on his index finger, the one she used to wear every day. Slowly, she drags it from his finger and moves it onto her thumb, its former home.

Warmed by this gesture of acceptance, Aemond’s mouth ticks up, and he pushes it too far. His hand trailing up her sternum to its top, he wonders, “Where is your necklace?”

Valaena is silent for a long moment, giving no indication that she has so much as heard him speak. She strokes along the A engraved on the ring on her finger, seemingly serene, before heartlessly informing him, “I flung it into the sea,” and getting up to dress for the day.

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#aemond targaryen #ff #hotd #got #hotd fanfic #tkc #aemond targaryen x oc #house of the dragon #ch19 #smut

[isindismay]

“Look at this,” Lister said, holding out a blank square of paper. He shook it. “Wait, the man said not to do that. But they all do it in the old movies.”

Rimmer’s vision had now returned almost to normal. A picture had appeared on the paper, Lister grinning too widely, while he himself wore an unflattering expression of surprise. Neither of their faces were fully in the frame.

“Marvellous. An antique camera. How much did that cost you?”

“It doesn’t matter. I wanna record some memories with you and Frankie and the kittens. You know, while we still can. I don’t wanna forget them, man.”

Thanks to @thekittyburger for the idea about taking photos!

#fall in love with frankenstein #ch19

[itachi86]

Aster blinked slowly at him. “You aren’t… upset?”

“About you changing?” Hob snorted. “I’d have to be a raging hypocrite. You know how many things I’ve been in my life?”

He brought up his free hand to count on his fingers: “Peasant, farmer, soldier – soldier a lot, actually – printer, lord, knight, busker, slave-trader,” he choked on that one. Morpheus squeezed his hand. “business owner.”

“You forgot criminal.”

“And now I’m Regent to the most irritating entity in the known universe,” Hob added as conclusion.

“Who would that be? I thought we were monogamous.”

“I don’t know who else you think of when I say ‘most irritating entity in the known universe’.”

#fanfiction things #the stars move still #ch19 #haha the dreamling #hob calling morpheus the most irritating entity in the known universe #aww this fic is over #it was great

[mqfx]

With all the commotion earlier, Fu Yao didn’t have the chance to look at the shrine properly. Now that he had spent some time in the dilapidated shack, he looked around, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. He wrinkled his brows.

“You live in a place like this?”

Xie Lian grabbed a stool for him to sit and replied, “I always live in places like these.”

Nan Feng paused briefly when he heard this, then went back to drawing the array. Fu Yao didn’t sit down, but his expression also turned complicated. He mostly looked surprised, but there was a tiny part that looked smug. He quickly neutralized his expression.

#ch19 #tgcf reread #why was fy looking smug 🤔 #he is so fucking complicated 💗

[shysheeperz]

#green green greens #manga #kento terasaka #manga aesthetic #manga art #bw #b&w #black and white #monochrome #nadeshiko oga #eyes #manga eyes #gggspoilers #ch19 #cap #mangacap #mangaedit #manga screencap

[mymagicgrandpa]

Chapter 19: The Roof is on Fire, Maybe - Page 31

Chapter Synopsis: Suzie needs to get to the bottom of why a fiery ghost is haunting her schoolmate!

Author Comment: Boy I've got a lot to show in the next Journal post, a lot was revealed in just a few pages. Hopefully I have room for it all.

My Magic Grandpa is a paranormal fantasy adventure that takes place in the 90s, please check it out and spread the word if you like it

Want to have a more phone friendly viewing of the comic? Check out mymagicgrandpa.net or look for My Magic Grandpa on Tapas or Webtoons!

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[cinamun]

I’ll help you understand | Next

#ts4 #indya #black simblr #welp.... #sound off in the comments #because imma just sit here and eat my food #ts4 story #sims 4 story #tw #simblr #ch19

[dailysmilingnatsume]

#daily-smiling-natsume #natsume yuujinchou #natsume takashi #nyanko sensei #madara #ch19 #1433

[abybweisse]

During the mansion raid , considering that the people who attacked the mansion were 2 at minimum and assuming that Queen V was the mastermind, who was the accomplice of John Brown? And how did they move faster than a SAS unit?

Attackers at the manor

I'm glad you've asked this one, because I don't think I've ever really explained before how I see the attack itself going down, where I see John Brown in all of it, etc., even though I have talked about the attack quite a bit. Perhaps I have... but not quite in this way?

If QV is the mastermind for (or at least the one who ordered) this attack on the Phantomhives, I would say that John Brown does very little actual fighting and just swoops in to kill, kill, kill... maybe so fast that people being killed can hardly even register he was there. Even their cinematic records might show him as a blur or something. And I get the feeling the main attacker is like this because too many servants have been dropped right where they stood, showing no signs of struggle or even trying to run.

Then the two who encounter Tanaka and our earl? They seem like real boneheads to me; the one who stabs Tanaka might have simply seen that he was very distracted in that moment and got lucky. The ones talking about taking our earl with them don't sound like that was even part of the original plan. Maybe they didn't even realize there was a twin until they captured him? And here's the kicker: if Tanaka had been attacked by the one who easily kills the others, he should have been dead. The person who stabs Tanaka screws up; I don't think the main killer would have made that mistake.

Ch19's version of the account has the knife held kind of low (suggesting the stabber isn't all that short), as well as the conversation between the two attackers who kidnap the children.

Idk if they are the same ones selling the kids to the cultist, though that's possible. If so, then we see three of these human traffickers in ch135.

At least two of them were probably at Phantomhive Manor and are the same ones who said to take the other twin with them. The white-capped dude makes the actual sale, so these two who bring the kids to that location...

...are quite possibly the ones who stab Tanaka and grab our earl (ch19 and ch134). Or at least one grabs our earl while the other one might already be with real Ciel at the time... leaving Tanaka's attacker a complete mystery again. These are not the ones going around killing people so quickly they barely notice the attack; they don't seem that quick, physically or mentally, to be honest.

I feel as though there are different levels to this attack, like different waves. Someone (a trained assassin or perhaps some supernatural being) sweeps in to make most of the kills, someone else might be more of a fighter (explaining the clashing metal around the corner when Tanaka tells our earl to run away), then there are these two cockney kidnappers who might have also stolen anything of value they could grab and bag.

Last would be whoever set the fire, and that could easily be the same person who did most of the killing; I still say that fire isn't completely normal and that it was probably started at/near Vincent's body to ensure his remains would be useless for Undertaker. If it's not just about the body but also about the cinematic records, then this suggests Vincent and Rachel possibly saw their attacker/killer. And it's worth mentioning that they died in each other's arms, not just randomly standing around. So, they were probably confronted by their killer; they might have even been given an ultimatum... with which they couldn't comply. Knowing they were up against someone they couldn't appease and couldn't beat, they held onto each other and were killed.

Anyway, those two dudes were probably there (at the house), and one might have stabbed Tanaka, but they are likely not the assassins. Kidnappers but not trained/skilled killers. I'm still looking at John Brown, but I don't know who else might have been with him. Keep in mind that Tanaka says he didn't see/recognize the people. If John Brown was there, he was way too fast for Tanaka... or avoided Tanaka altogether. And anyone Tanaka ran into was someone he didn't recognize.

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #attack at the manor #fire at the manor #tanaka #john brown #kidnappers #ch19 #ch134 #ch135 #human trafficking #cinematic records #undertaker #earl phantomhive #our earl #our ciel #ciel phantomhive #real ciel #assassins #anon asks #i answer #answered asks #may 23 2022 #long post #long reads

[anauro]

Can I claim a lil snippet from dass? 👀 Even one tiny sentence. You can answer this 10 years from now on or you can just ignore it and never answer it. I don’t wanna make this seem like I’m pressuring or anything. I just wanna get to be one of the people who get to claim a snippet sjssjsjsj. It’s also totally fine and understandable if you don’t wanna share a snippet and I’m sorry if this ask bothered you in any way <3

Hope you’re having a great day! :)

Hi Vi 🦋

You said I can take 10 years and I totally did, but I wanted something nice for you so here is your snippet:

“Are you okay?” He cautiously grabbed one of James’ shoulders, the physical contact finally forcing James to come out of his daze and focus on Regulus.

“That’s not your hoodie,” James said, staring down at Regulus’ neck.

Regulus followed his gaze, letting go of James’ arm too. “No, I spilled beer on my shirt and Barty lent me his.”

“Barty lent you his hoodie,” James repeated, a pained undertone to his voice.

“Yes,” Regulus said, carefully. “You know, my–”

“Yes, yes, I know,” James interrupted him. He shook his head and when he next looked at Regulus, he was smiling tightly, and his voice came out overly sweet when he wondered, "did you have a good night?”

Regulus let go of James and took a step back. “Yeah, it was okay. I managed to get some sleep, so I was able to have a bit of a day today.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” James waved his hand at Regulus.

Regulus nodded. “I’m a bit tired now though–”

“Oh, I can imagine.”

#roc answers #drugs and surgical scrubs #dass #jegulus fanfiction #ch19 #dass snippet #jealous James #hoe Regulus #Vi tag