#forgive the errors...

[savaralyn2]

Dungeon Meshi - Monster Tidbits: Kensuke (Part 1) (Part 2)

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #translation #laios #marcille #falin #senshi #as usual forgive any translation/spelling errors #ryoko kui

[mizeliza]

I think lower decks should do another time travel episode to the events to trouble with tribbles/trials and tribble-ations so this time they're running around trying not to fuck up two timelines and having heart eyes at twice as many crew members

#the comedy of errors to 'those old scientists' menaechmi if you'll forgive the reference #star trek #lower decks #deep space nine #star trek tos #star trek ds9 #star trek ld

[myeagleexpert]

A story about the director and Grim, who are very close friends <3

Translation from fan to fan, all credits go to the appropriate artist, see the source in the pin below:https://br.pinterest.com/pin/902690319055568233/

Who else wants to see Grim's final form? but…. What cost would this have?

#Will it be after the Malleus case in book 8? #I so want to see more scenes of Grim and Yuu together #Do we want Grande!Grim in this house? Yes we want! #I confess that the translation of this comic was more complicated #some things I had to adapt some parts #so please forgive me if there are any grammatical or understanding errors! #again #all the credits to the original artist! #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twist x reader #yn girl #grim my beloved #yandere grim #tw yandere #twst grim #twst mc #tradução #traduzione

[mahalkheeta]

— imagine going down on heeseung at the back of his car 🫠

the way his legs would spread automatically to make room for you, a cocky smirk spreading across his lips. his hand comes to hold the back of your head, guiding you to his clothed cock that is practically throbbing for your attention. you haven't even started anything and he's already so needy for you.

"be a good girl, yeah?" he hums, making quick work of his jeans and his underwear. he lets the fabric pool around his knees, too desperate to have himself shoved into your tight mouth to care about completely removing his clothing.

his cock stands between his legs, the tip red and leaking. heeseung doesn't need to say much else really. the sight of his cock is already enough to have your mouth watering, not hesitating a second more before peppering open mouthed kisses around his head.

"fuckkk..." heeseung groans. his brows furrow as he struggles to keep his eyes open, fighting the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure just to watch his head disappear into your tight little mouth. he can't help the shiver that runs down his spine as your run your tongue across his slit, exactly the way he loves it. he's not afraid to let you know how well you're doing either.

"just like that, baby," he moans, his thighs tensing as you take more of his length into your mouth. "feels so fuckin' good." his fingers tighten into your hair, his hips instinctively bucking as you hollow your cheeks.

his head is thrown back into the leather material of the seat as you sink your mouth further down his length. one little peek up at him from your lashes has your panties soaked.

heeseung's brows are scrunched together, his eyes shut tight. his mouth is parted into an "o", his rough moans and grunts continuously flowing out of his mouth. knowing that your actions were the cause of his state simply makes you delirious.

when you moan around his cock at the sight of his ecstasy, his breath hitches. it takes a lot of effort for him to crack his eyes open to peer down at you, his cock stuffed into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

"you like that, hm?" he hums, grunting when you nod your head. "you like seeing how good you're makin' me feel, baby?" before you know it, the man is gripping your head in place, shallowly thrusting his length in and out of your mouth.

"oh, fuck," heeseung hisses, his thrusts turning frantic as you take whatever he gives you. "shit, baby... your mouth is making me feel so good." he murmurs, mindlessly fucking into your wet cavern.

when you start to time the bobbing of your head with his thrusts, heeseung completely loses it. his hips falter and his back arches to get himself to reach the back of your throat one last time.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants unbashedly, his orgasm approaching embarrassingly quick. "i'm gonna cum. a-ah! holy shit, baby 'm gonna cum."

you pop your mouth off of him. your hand wraps around his length, furiously pumping his cock as you open your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to cum into. good lord, the sight had heeseung right on the edge.

"oh my god, yes, yes, yes! fuck, that's a good girl," he cries out, voice rising in tone. his hands move from yoir head to the headrest of the backseat, arms flexing as he feels the pressure build in his stomach. "fuckkk, baby, that's it! don't stop... keep going." he's sure his eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels the pressure in his stomach snap.

pearly white ropes of cum shoot out of him, his back permanently archea as his hips instinctively rub his tip across the smooth muscle of your tongue. "f-fuck!"

"a-ah! 'm cumming! take it all like a good girl," he moans. he's practically whinning with how high pitched his voice is. an airy and breathless pant escapes him with each drop of cum your milk from his tip, a stark contrast to the rough and hoarse tone he was using earlier.

"oh my god, you drive me nuts." he chuckes breathlessly, giving you no time to recover as he pulls you up for a heated kiss. it doesn't take long before he's pushing you back into the backseat, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to every corner of your exposed skin.

"h-heeseung–" you try speaking, a gasp leaving you as his hand sneaks into your skirt to feel the wetness in between your legs.

"my poor baby," he coos, nibbling at a the skin right underneathe your collar bone. "got so wet giving me the best head, huh? you want a reward?"

"lay back, sweetheart. i'll take care of you."

#laena.library #enhypen hard hours #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #enhypen hard thoughts #heeseung smut #enhypen smut #lee heeseung smut #110623 #god pls i want him so bad. #probably has a lot of errors #its like 2 am pls forgive me :“D

[duckdodger]

for the mutant mayhem request, what aboute splinter having to sit in the principals office and says “is my son in trouble?” and the principal says “no I believe Leonardo may be autistic” and splinter says “I know”

this ask has been collecting dust in my inbox for months and finally got around to drawing it 😭

#happy autism month aka mm leo month #tmnt #mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt mutant mayhem #tales of the tmnt #tales of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tottmnt #my art #I haven’t drawn Leo without a mask in a long time forgive me #there’s so many errors HSNNFJSK-

[intermundia]

palai pote en kosmō prosōtatō hode mythos palai en kosmō prosōtatō etukhon. hēdē telos ekhei. ouden an tonde metaballein poioito. erōtos kai blabēs mythos estin, hetaireias kai prodosias, tharseos te thusias te kai tou oneiratōn olethrou. tēs amaurās diaforās metaksu tōn hēmeterōn aristōn te kai kakistōn mythos estin. tou teleos aiōnos mythos estin.

here's a version of the prologue of matthew stover's revenge of the sith in ancient greek, because he studied greek theater in college and decided that the fall of anakin skywalker deserved a tragic structure (and he was right).

#the genitive of description is doing some heavy lifting here #is it the right construction for this? who knows #i liked it so here it is lmao #star wars #rots novelization my beloved #sw #classics #im much better at reading greek than writing it forgive errors

[thaltro]

I’d forgive him.

My ass is supposed to be writing collage essays but my autism is strangling me with error sans. LET ME WORK BRAIN!! UGHH. Hopefully this drawing satiated my hyper fixation. Probably not.

#error sans #utmv #sans au #undertale #hes so bbg #you have to forgive him come on #look at him #I gotta go back to work now #need to get a degree #unfortunately you can’t get a degree in error sans

[spookyratking]

LONG SIGGGGGGGHSSSSS.............

I DIDNT INTEND FOR MY SANS PHASE TO RETURN....2024...ALMOST GOT 2 EMBARRASSED TO POST THESE......CLICKS POST

#YES RUSHED YES PLAIN BG I DONT HAVE STRENGTH FROM GOD #FORGIVE ME FOLLOWERS #my art #art #digital art #artwork #digital illustration #digitalart #digital drawing #drawing #my artwork #artist #undertale #undertale sans #fresh sans #classic sans #error sans #errortale #sketches #digital doodle #doodles #shitpost #fresh sans fanart #fanart #undertale fanart #undertale au #sans au #sans undertale #error!sans #ut sans

[andythelemon]

Sorcery fight!!! A print for cons this fall, I'll have leftovers available here after!

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuuji #kugisaki nobara #fushiguro megumi #getou suguru #nanami kento #gojou satoru #anime #manga #my art #pls forgive any anatomy errors i am crunching so hard it's not even funny #nobara is a leftie now bc i said so (hides)

[rusmii]

ps. me when writing this 😐. i feel sorry for my incubus!chuuya wanters waiting for his return, so im breaking my semi hiatus js for you guys <3 after this you guys HAVE to wait until feb 14th.

incubus!chuuya x fem!reader

THINKING ABT INCUBUS!CHUUYA...

bringing up an aphrodisiac in the middle of your conversation, the smooth chocolate shell of the bar reflecting your shocked expression from his offer.

you relent and give in, excited to try out this new method of sex with said incubus. chuuya only breaks off a piece, giving you the rest of the bar to eat. when questioned why, he smirks and explains to you that incubus are naturally horny — thus making the tiny piece of chocolate equal to two full aphrodisiac chocolate bars.

it doesn't take long for the aphrodisiac to kick in. it's effects starting to take toll on your body as you swallow the last bite — watching as chuuya now eats his piece.

after ridding your guys' stripped clothes (chuuya still with his pants on for some reason), chuuya has you spread open beneath him, his hot breath fanning just above your folds. his already twitching dick up and hard for you.

he starts by licking at it, the sudden long strip that ran across your pussy to your clit was enough to send your body into jolts. but what a tease he was in this unfortunate situation you agreed to! he doesn't go any further past your flaps — a breathy chuckle hot on your cunt whenever he laughs at your whines.

oh, he knows what you want — the writhe of your body wasn't so subtle. the little twitches here and there, the clutch of the sheets whenever he dips his tongue in between your folds just a little bit, the annoyed sigh you let out when you don't get the relief your body needs — all of it thrilling and sending waves of dopamine through his brain.

"just a little longer, sweetheart? promise to finally eat 'ya out if you let me savor 'yer taste." sweet, sweet words coming from the incubus' mouth. sweet, sweet empty promises coming from the incubus' mouth. his slow swirling tongue making sure to flick your clit the right way, cutting off any voice of thought that was sure to be replaced by a moan.

protesting against his demands, your thighs start caving his head in as a last-ditch effort. chuuya clicks his tongue in annoyance, shoving your legs apart and moving away. "nah, stop that shit," he tuts disappointedly. "but chuuya!" — "want me to eat 'ya out, then wait like a good girl and let me foreplay."

you groan, foreplay was usually a need in sex, but you weren't feeling particularly patient tonight. the aphrodisiac making its course through your bloodstream had made it harder to focus. every little twinge of air or hot breath that left chuuyas mouth was leaving your senses all tingly.

without waiting for an answer, chuuya shifts atop of you — his mouth now on your clit, using his tongue to apply just the right amount of pressure.

giving your clit a few more swirls, chuuya grips your thighs to keep them in place when your body starts twitching from the onslaught pleasure. your hands found its way into chuuyas hair, the groan he let out sent mini vibrations coreing around the lower half of your body.

and with a final pop, he plants a kiss on it before dipping his head further into your legs.

you gasp; finally. finally, you feel it — his tongue moving past your folds and into your cunt. whining his name, the grip on his hair only kept getting tighter. at the same time, chuuya groans. shit — you were so fucking wet for him. beautiful arousal dripping down his chin and onto the sheets as his jaw flexes.

"chuuya, chuuya — chuuya!" his name being the only thing your voice could remember to say was sending tingles down his body — his dick twitching up and down from his own arousal.

your slippery entrance being easy to enter, his tongue wiggling itself inside along with two fingers. hearing your strained moan when he curls on that one spot was enough to have him give in and do whatever you wanted from that point on.

he pulls out his fingers, replacing it with his extended tongue. the long piece of flesh surprising you. an unexpected thing to feel but you weren't complaining when chuuya was swirling his tongue inside your cunt.

chuuya wraps his forearms around your thighs, mushing your wet pussy against his mouth. he groans when he's able to taste everything — your arousal being slobbered everywhere by him, his nose right on your clit making you feel every breath he let out.

his tongue moved freely inside you. the long piece of flesh deep and fast — rubbing against the spot that makes you squeal and squirm.

not being able to vocalize any praise, chuuya rubs soft soothing circles on your upper abdomen. the act barely noticeable but subtle enough to help ease you up.

feeling your approaching high, you squeeze your thighs as a warning for him before your body starts twitching uncontrollably. chuuya doesn't let the spasm of your walls stop him though, only going faster and faster — your arousal making a puddle underneath you guys.

fuck, such a treat you were. lewd and explicit noises coming from your pussy as he ate you out were just him slurping up everything your cunt had to offer. his energy and hunger fading with every new ounce of arousal seeping into his mouth.

the final and long awaited cat-like arch formed, your legs now kicking up as your body quivers uncontrollably.

with a final wide swirl of his tongue, you start squealing — unintended blabber escaping while chuuya is blasted with a burst of your sweet, sweet cum. he tilts his head in a way to capture every single drop, not leaving a single drop to be wasted in the cute puddle you made.

his tongue still swirling gently, slower and slower as you come down from your high — until you were moaning from overstimulation instead of your climax.

when chuuya felt like he drunk up every last ounce of your cum, he pushes himself away — his lower face wet, slick, and sticky from your cream. he had a smile on his face though. an ear to ear grin staring down right at your dazed face.

"such a good girl. you deserved that orsgasm for feeding me so well. just need to fuck the rest of the aphrodisiacs out of our systems now don't we?" he suggests as he starts unbuckling his belt.

taglist (comment on there if u guys want😋): @luvan1 @bfdazai @asqmi @squigglewigglewoo @liviash @doonifox @ishqani

ok guys no more smut till feb 14th <3

BELONGS TO @rusmii DONT STEAL >:((

#i wrote this shit at 4am cause i couldnt sleep forgive me for any errors #[ৎ୭ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠] #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #chuuya smut #chuya x reader #chuya x you #chuya x y/n #chuuya nakahara x reader #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs smut #incubus!chuuya #incubus!chuuya x reader

[almondpiglet]

serirei doodles n lil comics

#everyone PLZ FORGIVE MY HANDWRITING i have shaky hands v_v #also i didnt check for spelling errors we free ballin tonight 😎 #something weird about me is i hate drawing people kiss... sorry i dont draw my boys kissing all that often... :( #god DAMMIT I JUST REALIZED I SPELLED EMBARRASSED WRONG THIS WILL HAUNT ME FOREVER #now everyone will know i was never a spelling bee champion... #my art #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #serizawa katsuya #reigen arataka #serirei #sketches

[born-in-hell]

btw for all u 4haloers and eclipsedoers out there aparently forever's been signing ppls badges w a heart and telling them to ask bbh to sign his name near the heart

heres one of them!!

another one!! this is for the 1st pic

THERES A FOURTH ONE NOW

#btw the first one forever actually signed after bbh but he added the heart #i hate them sm theyre the worst /pos #the second one if im not wrong bbh drew the heart bc forever told the badge owner to ask him #forevers a menace #qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bbh #qsmp forever #badboyhalo #forever player #qsmp vegas meetup #vegas meetup #4halo #eclipseduo #ill add the originals links as i find them #i just realized this post has several grammatical errors and typos forgive me im dumb

[kentopedia]

starry silence

dazai x reader my lil contribution to the chaos that was today's episode <3 not quite a reunion, but the aftermath of one ෆ. i'm happy he's safe & sound, but he must be so tired. :( sfw !! kind of sad bc i’m also dealing w jjk leaks i love being in pain (i don’t)

as dazai slept, moonlight cut across his face, highlighting the contours of his skin, the dark maroon cuts and bruises that had been littered across his face. though he seemed the image of a soldier home from war, his freshly washed hair and soft breaths turned him into something much more gentle. dark strands fell in soft waves over his head, shifting as he stirred, his inhale just a skip before his breathing evened out once more. 

you traced his jaw, watching the steady streams of air flow through his chest, out his nose. he looked so angelic, so tender in that waxy moonlight, comprised of something otherworldly and earthly all at once. 

a soft sigh left his lips as you traced his chin, and something about that sound of relief, of him relaxing completely under your palm, had you choking up. tears pricked at the edge of your waterline like sharp needles, each one filled with something poisonous. 

dazai didn’t move, but you curled into a ball, squeezing your legs to your chest as he slept on.

he’d been out for hours, ever since he’d gotten out of the shower, collapsing in a pile of long limbs stretched toward every corner of the room.

the blankets were much kinder to him than the steel bed he’d slept on at meursault, where he’d always kept one eye open. now, though, even his own clothes fit him poorly, like the white prison pants that had hung so loosely off his waist. 

under his t-shirt, the angles of his collarbone had become sharper, the planes of his stomach much flatter than you remembered. though his features had never been soft, even the skin of his cheeks had thinned, stress taking more of a toll on him than he'd admitted.

it was peaceful night outside, no sounds of screams to be heard in yokohama. you were certain that you’d absorbed every ounce of turmoil that had lingered in the city beyond your doorstep, and it gathered up in your chest like a bundle of fiery energy. something that you weren’t sure how to get rid of without bending over the porcelain toilet. 

everything had resolved itself, hadn’t it? yet, you couldn’t shake the twisted anxiety that lingered in your chest, even when dazai was right beside you, sleeping soundly with no lasting injuries. 

you rested your chin on your knees, letting that emptiness swallow you whole, disappearing somewhere that wasn’t entirely there. the steady rise and fall of dazai’s chest was the only thing that kept you grounded, kept you from drifting away, lost in a spiral of every possibility that hadn’t come to be. 

a small sound of misery left your lips, and you bit down hard, tasting blood as two salty drops rolled down your cheeks. though the cry had been nearly inaudible, dazai heard it nonetheless, alway attuned to you, even the simple fluctuation of your heartbeat a beacon for him across the universe. 

“what’s wrong, darling?” his words were quiet, like he was hesitant to break the atmosphere, in fear that he might startle you. 

you blinked, not sure when your vision had become so blurry, and twisted your neck, letting your jaw rest against your shoulder. “nothing,” you said, but your smile was weak, and the word was hardly a sound at all.

dazai had tucked his cheek under his hands, blinking up at you with sleepy brown eyes that so resembled a child's. it hurt you all over again, that this aching soul who had never seen the beauty in himself had almost been taken away from you. 

your lips parted, but the words halted at your tongue as you pinched your eyebrows together, trying to explain what exactly was within you. it wasn't quite sadness, but it wasn’t relief either, a cumulation of everything you’d ever felt, and something entirely new. 

though, as always, dazai seemed to understand. he reached a hand out, fingers slender and delicate, placing them on your wrist. “it's not good to hold back your tears, my love.” 

as if you’d just been waiting for dazai’s permission, you shook once more, silently, the tears rolling down your cheeks faster, harder. he sat up, bringing you closer with every moment, until you were wrapped in his warm arms. ones that were battered and bruised, but still the safest place in the world. 

he smelled clean, more like himself than he had when you had reunited with him, and that fact alone sent another nauseating wave of emotion over you. you gripped his shoulders, his chest, unable to get any closer, even as you tried to fuse yourself into his being, turn yourselves into one whole that could never again be separated.

dazai kissed your temple, holding you as you cried, saying nothing until you could form the words to explain the ache that in the deepest part of your stomach, stretching to the back of your throat. 

“i was so close to losing you, osamu,” you said, and even if dazai denied it, even if he said he’d always had it under control, you knew that wasn’t true. one slip up, one miscalculation, and you never would’ve seen him again. a single error by chuuya, by ango, by yourself… 

dazai’s fingers twitched against your spine, and he, for once, was faced with uncertainty. like he hadn’t considered what would’ve been ahead of you when he was gone for good, even if his death would always be a possibility. even if you'd always known that if the world wouldn’t kill him, maybe he’d do it himself.

“i’m here,” dazai said, and it wasn’t a promise, but it wasn’t a lie, and you'd accept it for what it was woth. “I’ll be here.” 

there was no way to predict how long that would hold true, but you’d grasp that last spark of hope tightly nevertheless. you'd shelter it away in your loving embrace until the universe clawed it from your bloody palms, stealing the very last light that it had dropped down from heaven into your life.

and that would have to be enough.

"i probably won't write anything abt the episode, i really need to work on—" … rylie is such a silly liar (´｡• ◡ •｡`) ♡

#sorry this was done in like 30 mins #pls forgive any errors :( #osamu dazai x you #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x you #dazai x you #dazai angst #bsd x reader #bsd angst #dazai x fem reader #dazai x y/n #osamu dazai imagines #dazai imagines #dazai osamu x reader #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ #dazai x gn!reader #dazai osamu x y/n #osamu x you

[eleyras]

About narratives: the story of Sarcean, Anharion and the Collar.

Ok soooooo I finished Dark Heir and I have THOUGHTS.

This could be my delusional mind speaking BUT I firmly believe that the whole thing about the Collar and the relationship between Sarcy and Anharion depicted in the story written and established by the winners (the Lady's faction) and Gauthier is far from the truth and a lot more complex and fascinating.

More ramblings under the cut!

Putting all the hints given in DH aside for the moment (I will discuss them later) for me the biggest red flag about these narratives is the way Anharion is depicted in both.

This is a little twisted but it’s something I’ve been thinking about since DR, so let me elaborate.

In DR, the Stewards DON’T know about the Collar. James himself admits that he found out about it from Sinclair, and so the Stewards are convinced that James/Anharion had willingly betrayed the Lady’s side, becoming willingly Sarcean’s lieutenant and his lover.

Gauthier instead reveals a more twisted version of the story.

It’s clear that the two narratives are in contradiction with each other: the one told by the Lady’s faction and echoed throughout the centuries among the Stewards doesn’t include the knowledge of the Collar, and it entirely blames Anharion for his deeds and his betrayal; Gauthier’s version instead, serving for the readers as an introduction to the existence of the Collar, specifies that Anharion didn’t have any agency.

So, which version is the true one? Neither of them, because both, as it often happens in history, took the truth, and twisted it to serve its own purpose.

Let’s start with the narrative ‘written’ by the Lady.

My biggest doubt about it is why the f*ck it seems that A LOT of people outside the Hall know about the Collar. Gauthier knows about it because his ancestor was the one who stole it, but Sinclair? Let’s hypothesize that he knew about it from Kettering. Kettering knows about it because he is a Returner, so someone who was THERE, in the Old World. It’s not a stretch then to theorize that the existence of the Collar and its power was somehow known in the past.

And in DH, the presence of the chain attached to the throne in the Sun Court, where EVERYONE could see it, hypothetically ( and I underline this because I don’t trust ANYTHING of what we saw in the Undahar for it was the Sun King’s court before Sarcean’s) linked to the Collar around Anharion’s neck, makes me think that the Collar and its power weren’t such a well-kept secret.

So, the whole “the Lady’s side didn’t absolutely know about the Collar” narrative is a bit sketchy at this point. I believe someone knew at some point, so why would they iterate this version of the story, instead of depicting Anharion as a victim and blaming Sarcean for it?

Well, the answer is simple: damnatio memoriae. The version of the story known at this point had been written by the Lady’s faction, so of course her enemies are painted in the worst light possible. Anharion’s memory is, in my opinion, even more tainted by this narrative than Sarcean’s one; we don’t even know his true name. It didn’t matter that he could have had reasons for his actions: he went against the "good side" and chose the dark, the end.

This narrative is not interested in reporting the truth. Its purpose is to celebrate the Lady as a Saint figure and vilify her opponents, disregarding their reasons, their feelings, their insight of the events entirely.

So, it’s not so difficult to believe that underneath all the twists and the lies, in this version of the story there is a grain of truth; that, in a way, Anharion did betray willingly the Lady. Maybe he understood that the so righteous Lady was, in fact, not that pure and good. Maybe, at the culmination of the fight, he somehow hesitated to kill Sarcean, because he was a human being, not just a cold hearted betrayer. All factors that would of course be excluded from this narrative, for they would expose the Lady’s true face.

At this point this is all but speculations, but one thing is certain, and this takes us to the second point: it’s canon that Anharion had feelings for Sarcy. Before the Collar.

I would not call it ‘undying love’ at this point of the story, but the affection is there. Palpable, visible, corporeal in glances and words. This is, like, a HUGE revelation.

Because this proves that the narrative told by Gauthier is not the truth either!

While I believe that the Collar has some kind of power (I’ll explain this too), in the Gauthier’s version of the story, it’s clear that the emphasis on the submitting part of this power comes from the desire to possess Anharion, from the (false) conviction passed on for generations that whoever put it around his neck would master him. I suspect it consumed not only Gauthier himself, but also every member of his family who owned the Collar before him.

In the end both narratives, pushing for their own agenda, give an insight on the relationship between Sarcean and Anharion not only false but also humiliating for Anharion, for he is depicted as a selfish, cold hearted betrayer where his own agency is totally dismissed (and not even mentioned) in one, and a plaything slave of the Collar in the other.

The truth is far more complex than this, of course, and the one million dollar question about it is then: how much influence did have the Collar on the true nature of their relationship?

In these days I have read a lot of theories about this. One of my favourites is the one depicting the Collar as a mere object of fashion without any power and Anharion not only conscious but also willing the whole time and the fact that this may be hinted in the text makes me feel unhinged (if this is true, you will hear me screaming about it for years)

In my opinion, and I will believe this until I read the third book, the Collar has some kind of power on James/Anharion but not in the way it has been described so far. This is but a mere speculation for the moment, but maybe this power leans more on binding Anharion’s magic to Sarcean’s than controlling his free will or feelings. (this bit in DH is soooo interesting!!!)

I’m convinced that the Collar cannot create something that is not there and that underneath its power, it’s clear that Anharion had conflicted feelings for Sarcean, he always had, because James REMEMBERS feeling this even with the Collar:

This means those conflicted feelings are still there and are not magically morphed by the Collar into pure and simple obedience and that whatever Anharion felt was real, whatever James feels is real, contradictions and all.

We still know so little about this two at this point, and since Pacat really loves plot twists, I believe that their real story will come out in the end and that Will and James will achieve what their past selves couldn’t had, unravelling the conflicts and the misunderstandings between them, and conquering the freedom they search in each other’s arms to be just Will and James.

I had fun writing this, please feel free to give me your opinion on this!

(PS. I think I needed to specify that this whole rambling is focused on Anharion’s feelings. What about Sarcy? I believe his feelings were a deadly cocktail of desire, affection, possessiveness, admiration and horny thoughts, like the disaster babygirl he was, thanks for your attention)

#the way false narratives are utilized in this series is soooo good I could speak about this for months #Pacat your mind!!!!! #i wrote this at 2am please forgive me if you find errors #dark heir #dark heir spoilers

[koolades-world]

One bed troupe w/ Levi

It was safe to day Levi almost never got out of the house. Between online school and all the the time he spent on the internet, he had no need to leave his room. Key word: almost. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, he went out into the real world for events related to the things he enjoys, such as concerts, fan meetups, and most importantly, conventions.

Levi had been going to conventions longer than you even knew they existed, so it was safe to say he was an expert. But, now that you were around, and also interested in most of the same things as he was, he just had to take you along. That meaning, he nervously asked you on his knees the first time and after you agreed, he never asked again and just assumed you were going. Every convention with him is interesting, but always followed a formula.

You hear about the convention somehow, usually from Levi, where he's asking what cosplay you should go as this time. Sometimes you coordinate, sometimes you don't, but Levi loves to match. When he asks this, he's probably already book you your room. At first, he got you each your own room, but once after he accidently booked one room with two beds, you just started doing that instead. You leave a day before the convention begins with travel time factored in, spend however long there, then return home a day after the convention ends.

This formula is tried, true, and dear to Levi. It's something he can rely on to have the maximum amount of fun with his favorite person. This convention was supposed to be just like any other. The both of you were reusing an older cosplay, just because you had been busy that week. As you toted your bags into the hotel lobby, Levi almost directly in front of you, you asked him to pause. When he froze, and asked why, you carefully picked the Devildom equivalent of a ladybug. He was a little freaked out at first, but after studying the small bug you pulled out of his hair, he got a laugh out of it.

"They're good luck you know, especially if they land on you." You teased him, watching it fly off. Levi didn't respond, feeling a wave of anxiety crash over him. He wasn't sure why. He attributed it to having to deal with checking in, which he hated. But, he would never make you do that, since it was always him who insisted on bringing you along.

While he got you two checked in, you wandered off to the seating area to admire a sculpture. In your absence, something that only happens in his worst nightmares happened. Despite having made a reservation, the system wasn’t showing anything and they had no record at all. He briefly freaked out as he flickered through his camera roll, trying to find the receipt among his many photos of memes and characters fanart. Once he found it, he showed the worker. After seeing this, she did something on her computer and offered him a room upgrade. Before hearing the details, he accepted it. This was all too much for him.

Having acquired the room key, he collected you. The setting sun lit up the room, backlighting you and the sculpture. You simply stared up at it. He almost didn’t want to interrupt you. You noticed him somehow, and spun around to space him, making eye contact with a smile. His heart almost skipped a beat with the way you looked at him.

“Our room ready?” You pulled your suitcase behind you, noticing the keycard in his hand.

“Mmhm.” He didn’t trust himself to speak, and silently led you towards the elevators. He was told they had been given a room on floor 19, which was the second highest. Mc would probably die for that view. The thought of making them happy made him happy.

They two of got on the elevator. Mc made funny face at Levi through the mirrored elevator. After you walked the floor enough, following signage, you found your room. He unlocked it, and swung the door open to a beautiful suite. It came complete with a living room, and kitchenette, and a bathroom that rivaled Asmo’s. Mc dropped their bag by the door, and immediately begins to explore.

“Levi! You didn’t tell me you got a nicer room this time!” You threw your body down onto the sofa, admiring the tv. “This is great.” You peaked over the back of the sofa at him.

“Oh, I actually meant to tell you… There was a mixup of some kind so they upgraded us.” He scratched the back of his neck and closed the door behind him. His soul nearly left his body when he looked further into the room.

There was only one bed.

“Oh no, oh no no no.” He began to freak out for the second time that day.

“What’s the matter?” You got up immediately. You watched where his gaze was fixed. “Oh, Levi. I can sleep on the couch.” You looked at him empathetically, understanding his predicament.

“No! I mean, I can’t let my player two sleep on that sofa when that bed is right there. It’s much nicer than my bathtub. You deserve it. I’m just a loser otaku, but you’re the human who brought my family back together.” He took a small step back.

“Don’t he ridiculous. There’s room for both of us. If it helps, we can just sleep facing opposite ways. Besides, you know Mammon would kill to be in this room with me right now, sharing a bed with me. You could totally use this chance to brag, Levichan.” You giggled, skipping your way into the bathroom. “I’m getting ready for bed. Be out shortly.” You took your toiletries bag into giant bathroom. Levi pondered for an amount of time he wasn’t sure of, but was jolted out of thought by a knocking on the bathroom wall. Turns out, the shower had a window in it that faced the bed. You were doing a little dance in front of it with just a towel on, poking fun at him. After he covered his eyes and screamed at you to stop, you shut the window curtain so you could actually shower.

Once you were done, he had already unpacked all his things and took his own turn. The bathroom was very luxurious, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Mc and how he was going to be brave and share that bed with them. It was just to rub it in Mammon’s face, he told himself.

When he got out, you were spread out in the bed with a few snacks from your bag and his Devilswitch. “Up for a few rounds before bed, big guy?” He couldn’t say no to you. In his scramble to win every game you two played, and haze of the long day of traveling, he totally forgot about behind nervous. It only crept back in once you’d fallen asleep on his arm, remote still in hand. He froze, unsure what to do.

But, he knew he had to act because with the long day you two had tomorrow, he had to get to bed as well. As he moved to get up to clear the bed of everything on it, you grumbled and grabbed his arm. He began to internally scream, and almost externally too. He was sure he was very red. So, instead, he just moved everything onto his bedside table, and pulled the covers over both of you.

He was stiff under the covers at first, but the more you snuggled into him, the more relaxed he found himself getting. Maybe it was because he was getting more sleepy by the passing seconds, but he almost found himself enjoying the affection. He bid sleeping you goodnight.

Maybe this is what his good luck ladybug meant.

#mostly written on mobile cause I’m traveling so forgive any grammatical or spelling errors:) #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me levi #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

[sleepyeye17]

More of Steve playing DnD

“And with a groan, the ship sinks below the waves,” Eddie says.

“Hang on,” Dustin says. “So we’re in the lifeboat, but Lady Applejack and Sir Stephan are still in the water?”

“That is correct.”

“Okay, well, I want to help them. I hold out my oar to Lady Applejack.”

Eddie rolls. 

“You hold out your oar to Lady Applejack, and she grabs it, and climbs aboard. She’s shivering, but otherwise unharmed.”

“I want to help Sir Stephan,” Erica says. 

“Thank you,” Steve says. Eddie nods and rolls again.

“Sir Stephan Volfhair climbs out of the water, shirtless, the fabric of his pants clinging to his—“

“Woah woah woah!” Erica says. “Who are you, Jane Austin?” 

Eddie narrows his eyes at her. 

“First of all, don’t disrespect Jane. Second of all, I am simply setting the scene.”

“For the record, I think you’re doing an excellent job,” Steve says.

“Thank you.” Eddie falls back into his narrative voice. “The sea beast has spotted you!” Groans of dismay from the gang. “It rounds on you, it’s red eyes bulging, fangs dripping with blood!”

“Punch it!” Steve shouts. The gang turns to look at him. “Punch it in the face!”

“That’s your action?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah.”

“Roll strength, then.”

Steve rolls.

“Twelve?”

“Sir Stephan Volfhair lifts his mighty hand, his bare hairy chest wet with sea water, his muscles glistening in the moonlight—“

“Oh my god do you mind?” Mike snaps. 

“I don’t mind,” Steve says, grinning.

“I’m the one in charge here,” Eddie says. “I set the scene.”

Mike huffs and rolls his eyes. 

“His mighty fist comes down across the beast's neck and it lets out a howl of agony! It’s slowed down, but not yet dead. Sir Michael. What do you do?”

“I stab it with my sword.” He rolls and cheers. “Natural twenty!”

“Excellent! Sir Michael stabs the serpent. It dies.”

“Seriously?” Mike says. “That’s it?”

“Yes, you kill the serpent.”

“Where are my glistening muscles?”

“You don’t have any. Moving on.”

#steve harrington #steve x eddie #mike wheeler #eddie munson #steddie #Joe Quinn #joe keery #joseph quinn #I've never actually played DnD #forgive the errors #stranger things #Steve harrington plays DnD #erica sinclair #steddie drabble