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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞

Ft. Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Bad Summary: You catch them playing with themselves to you.

Cw: SMUT, All consensual , Established relationships, Sanji does Panty Stealing, Zoro is looking at Seuxal Pictures, Luffy is Watching You

Luffy

Luffy was never the type to have shame. Any shame he did have was long diminished after he started dating you.

“Put…ah! Your fucking fingers inside yourself.”

Like now.

Like clockwork Luffy is behind the creaked bathroom door squinting his eyes to focus on the slutty sight before him.

“Lu…”

Two fingers making messy circles on your soft worn clit in the bath tub. It’s been about 1 week of no sex time with your boyfriend so the little time you do have to relax. You use it thinking about him.

It’s been 4 days of this routine so far and by the second day you found out your boyfriend was a true pervert you decided to give him a show.

It wasn’t hard to find out, right after getting out the tub you noticed the door opened and his hat left on the floor.

He was always horrible at stealth. Plus his moans didn’t seem to be so quiet either.

Tonight, you grew tired. It was fun at first to have him watch you moan his name, aching and wishing your fingers was his tongue instead but now you crave the real thing.

Opening your eyes, you and Luffy’s lowered lids meet, and in an instant you see his head vanish, you knew he was panicked so you giggle.

“You can’t watch me forever, Lu…come here.”

Peaking his head back in, cheeks flustered and bangs almost covering his eyes he eases his way in, your eyes widen to see him COMPLETELY naked trying to cover his dick but the closeer got to you the more his hands moved back down.

“How’d you know I was watching you.”

“Because I know how you sound when you’re moaning—“

“I DO NOT MOAN, YOU DO WAY MORE THAN ME!” He pouts crossing his arm, his dick springing up still hard and blushing which makes you burst out laughing

“HAHAHA! Fine, just come in here I’m tired of using my fingers.”

“I bet you are. You’re bad at it anyways—“

“Excuse you!”

Luffy giggles jumping into the bath with you, your arms immediately are thrown around his neck for multiple kisses as he hovers over you in the warm water since you missed him so much before getting to the part you both been waiting for and needless to say you proved him right.

You do in fact moan more than he does.

Sanji

Such a pervert

such a damn pervert.

He has been stealing your panties from the day you allowed him to be your boyfriend.

You never knew for what exactly, a trophy? A good luck charm? You didn’t care to ask, he was a pervert and you knew it before you got with him so it didn’t matter.

But this evening you finally figured it out

Sanji thought you were too busy hanging out with the girls that he didn’t want to steal you away. Which was no bother for him seeing as he had the perfect material to help him out when he is in need.

“Shit…” His breathing was shaky and slightly muffed from how he was pretty much smothering himself in your scent. Your pretty used thong right under his nose, he just couldn’t stop himself from moaning into the fabric.

Sanji knew it was wrong, even filthy but it all was too good, he imagined you in them, fingering yourself and crying out his name, maybe you’ve actually done it in those panties specifically. You have told him you do it from time to time when he’s busy and that thought alone causes him to pump his cock faster.

Even to do it on your side of the bed drove him insane he just didn’t want to stop but he had to quickly or else—

“Havin’ fun?”

You couldn’t hear the concealed scream from your boyfriend. Trying to hide your panties rather than his dick standing tall and proud in front of you.

“I-I um! I—“

“Stop stuttering you look a mess.” You close the door and lock it behind you to crawl on top of him, “You had to be naked to do all this?”

“I…my love I was…I just…I miss—MPH!”

You knew whatever bullshit excuse was ganna annoy you so you decided to shut him up with a kiss, not too long after you hand wonders to his cock giving it gentle strokes causing Sanji to whimper in your mouth and buck his hips.

He’s so pathetic and it turns you on so much.

“I knew wearing this skirt would have stirred something in you.”

“H-how’d you know…I-I-I mean you do look ravishing —“

“Yeah. I know I do…which is why I felt you eye fucking me since breakfast.”

Sanji couldnt have been more embarrassed, but you didnt seem to mind. It was a form of flattery to you.

“Well.” You throw off your top and toss your bra, the pervert’s eyes widen in shock to see your perked nipples at eye level “Lemme help you finish. I’m pretty sure my panties arent as good as the real thing yeah?”

Your love cook couldn’t have been more blessed to have a girlfriend just as pervy as him seeing as you began to stroke his shaft grinning beside his ear.

“Lemme hear some more moans of my name, Ji…please.”

“I—Ah!”

“Oooohhh Y/N! shit!”

“Good…hmmmm boy baby…”

He sounded even prettier with your slit rubbing against his shaft.

Zoro

He’s so full of shit lmao.

He teases you about playing with yourself to the thought of him but his ass uses pictures of YOU to get off.

You once gifted Zoro a few …provocative pics of you completely naked and at first he was a stuttering mess,

“I CAN’T HAVE THESE WHAT IF USOPP OR THAT EROCOOK GETS AHOLD OF EM?!”

“Then hide em.”

“YOU—!?”

He kept them, but swore to you he will burn them.

Well. It’s been 2 months and he haven’t lit up nothing yet.

“Fuck—“

You of course none the wiser didn’t know, he would use the spare time he had after a workout to use sometimes to …

blow off more steam..

His groans were nothing less than low, you were coming to see him because you missed him but the noises he was releasing from your room made you almost break your neck trynna see

“Fuck..FUCK!”

You gasp, of course that’s where go disappears to after training. Bastard didn’t even shower, laying all sweaty on your bed.

his wet tank top over his head

panting

face blushed looking at the lewd photos of your pussy

moaning your name

“Fuck it.”

You walk in and he looked at you like a deer in headlights, all you could do was smirk

“GET OUT!”

“IT’S MY ROOM YOU PIECE OF SHIT—“

“….”

“…”

“….don’t…”

You lock the door behind you, not wasting no time to crawl on his strong bare legs to straddle him, “Don’t what? Don’t say anything? Don’t say anything about you being so obsessed with me you didn’t even—“

He tried shutting you up with a kiss, and you ALMOST FOLDED but no. You had him in such a rare form you had to pull back.

“Uh huh. I wanna savor how shitty you are.”

“ME?! WHY—“

“BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU WAS GANNA BURN THESE AND LOOK AT YOU!”

You tease your finger tips up from his balls to his tip, playing with the stickiness of his precum that always riled Zoro up. He was so cute squirming below you.

“Well. Are you ganna suck it or not.”

“PFFFTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!…You think you ganna get it that easy?! Not from the shit you pulled, making fun of me for playing with myself but here you are doing the same.”

You push yourself off of him to take off your panties and face him with your legs spread teasing your clit as his eyes grow 2 times wider, cock already twitching.

“You’ll have to give me a show first.”

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wp-blaze · 1 day

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demonbanger · 1 year

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𝔇𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℑ’𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 |

ft. sex demon ! 𝗘𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗞𝗜𝗗 | 🌶 🔞 MDI

“𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.” — E. Kid, to you

synopsis: on a lonely night you decide to get a bit buzzed and think, fuck it, why not try to summon a sex demon? Turns out to be either the biggest blessing, or biggest mistake you’ve made in a while.

♫: click for inspo song

pairing: Incubus! Kid x Fem! Reader (no physical description of reader, except hair that can be pulled)

cw: *inhales* demon summoning, bully Eustass, brat taming, blood + pain play, cunnilingus, drinking mention, predator x prey, breeding, dacryphilia, dumbification, belly bulge, overstimulation, praise + degradation, size kink af with our 6’7 king, use of pet names, insane stamina, gets softer at the end

tags: @goshitshardtohaveagoodname @nikos-a-clown @pinkcrystal-rose

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You stuff your fingers in your dribbling pussy, but just could not get yourself full enough. You felt like such a horny bastard tonight, with so much sexual desperation, and finally decided you wanted to start masturbating again. But nothing worked like when you first started; you’ve just been single for too long and miss the feeling of real cock.

Even a dildo couldn’t do the trick anymore. You needed the real thing, with pumping veins and harsh thrusts, attached to a heavy man that pressed you into the mattress, with low grunts and dirty words moaned lowly into your ear.

You sigh in frustration and set the toys down, taking a swig out of some whiskey to let it take over more of your senses. The liquor burns so beautifully going down your throat…too bad there wasn’t another hot liquid also sinking down your oral cavity.

The familiar floaty headspace seeps in like an old friend that you keep away at arm’s length, as your heartbeat drums in your warm chest. Buzzed you feels like a dragon waking from a slumber, with old runes in the form of dumb ideas filling your brain.

“Might as well fucking summon a sex demon at this point,” you mutter. The idea rolls over in your head for a few minutes, and the curiosity of trying something crazy and reckless like this gets more and more appealing to your buzzed brain, until eventually you think: Wait. Fuck it, what if I tried it at least? You laugh to yourself.

What would you have to lose anyways? Just your soul? You don’t even feel like you have one these days until you drink good old caffeine.

You tap the safari icon on your phone, to research how one would even go about summoning an incubus, and take another swig to invite the madness more.

A few forums say the same thing. People asking if you actually want to invite such a thing into your life, some dude talking about how his wife cheated on him with one of those entities and was never the same after that. Hahah…cuck.

You scoff. You have existential crises every day, no sex demon can fuck your life up like you feel you can. Demons, where you at? It’s ya boi. You think about the meme and cackle way too hard for something so unfunny and possibly life-threatening.

Then you scroll over a comment that is long with a lot of upvotes on it. It looks serious. Seems legitimate. There are no comments underneath, but it reads like a serious spell book.

Eh, why not? You laugh again. The comment warned against masturbating beforehand to make sure your sexual energy was at its peak to really invite any sexual spirits. Welp, already fucked that up, so if this doesn’t work at least you could have something fun to do and then tire yourself out and call it a night.

Then you read how it involves extracting blood from a few…sources such as the tongue and pussy and you wonder if there’s a better way. A paper cut on any of those things sounds gross. Eek.

You look over YouTube and find the first video that pops up. The speaker sounds experienced, and says that it’s much simpler than any methods. Just make a request to the demon Asmodeus by reaching a meditative state, and adamantly focusing on his name.

Simple enough. You try and make sure your room is a little tidy, burn a couple of cutesy candles, and dress in a black spiked collar and a cute, lacey red lingerie set you got yourself a little while back. Scarlet garters hold up soft thigh highs that bring out your thighs and make your lower body look extra luscious. You take in this moment of feminine confidence. What are you? You’re a bad bitch. And what are you about do? Get fucked.

You sit prettily on your bed, take another swig of the burning drink, shake your hips in excitement, close your eyes, and make the signature meditation pose. You even put the sigil of Asmodeus on your laptop to better reach him. Look at you, doing the most. Then, you bite your lip in concentration and your buzzed brain is slow enough to focus on one thing slowly.

Asmodeus. Asmodeus. Asmodeus, are you with me? You think with intention.

Just as you thought. No answer. You continue.

Asmodeus, I know I never spoke to you in my life. I’m Y/n, I know this is silly but I don’t mind giving up some of my energy to get fucked voraciously by a demon boy. An incubus please. Is that ok?

You wait for an answer, peep at the candles. They’re just flickering normally. You try not to psych yourself into micro analyzing the movement of the little flames. Drunk you could do that all night. But you need to keep focused. Then you continue.

Hopefully it is ok, Mr. Asmodeus. I don’t know if I need to give up my blood n shit. I’m just a little drunk girl and honestly I’ve given up so much life energy to toxic exes at this point, you don’t need to warn me,, I know I’m rambling, but uh, yeah. I don’t give a fuck. But also, respectfully, make sure he wants me too. That shit’s hot. Do you even hear me at this point?

A chill up your spine stops you from thinking further. It’s such a chill that you shiver. It’s the same sensation in your nerves that you’d feel if someone ran a finger along your entire sensitive spine. Your window isn’t open.

There’s no way.

Good talk, you think. Don’t know what the fuck that was.

You sigh, keeping yourself open for answers. Maybe he’s thinking? Who knows. For a second you almost feel a little silly for getting all dressed and stuff.

Then you feel a chill up your spine, only more intense. Your hairs stand on end. It’s kind of spooky. You’re drunk though so you’re in more of a relaxed, “oh no!!! anyways” sort of mindset. But none of your windows are open and you haven’t turned on the AC all day.

You take another swig out of the bottle and your face burns. You’re sure your eyes are a bit bloodshot, face flushed. You think about what a male demon would say if he saw you. Probably something like—Put the bottle down, sweetheart.

You cackle in your mind. Sorry about that, daddy, gotta have fun.

Keep calling me that, I like it, the thought says a bit louder in your mind, purring more sexily than you’ve ever imagined a man sounding. Wait, did you make that up or are you tripping?

Dumbass.

You open your eyes again. So that was your imagination…or was it? There’s a little bit of doubt in your mind. Either way your imagination is vivid and you crack yourself up.

Damn it, you play too much, now your drunk ass can’t even tell what’s someone telepathically communicating to you and what’s you imagining someone telepathically communicating to you.

You clear your throat a little.

“Oi, am I wasting my time? Am I making this up? Give me a sign or show yourself , but don’t like scare me, or else I’m just going to sleep.” You try to speak clearly and confidently.

Your head whips around to the wall at something suddenly in your peripheral, and you notice a little area starts to glow, brighter and brighter. It’s a sigil. The same one you put on your computer moments ago. It’s very slow. Your heart feels like it’s in your fucking throat as you blink extra hard. Nope, still there. Holy fuck??

You swallow, slightly nervous besides your sense of fear being dulled down.

A gasp leaves your throat at a sudden tapping noise coming straight from the sigil. A fist punches through your wall, except not actually punching through its material. The glowing sigl must be some sort of portal. You let out a shocked squeal as the fist shakes around the air of your room. The clawed hand opens and the body attached steps out.

“The fuck was that?”

Oh lord. He’s huge. And above all else, irresistibly sexy.

The demon stands before you, towering over most of your room proudly, a wild crown of red hot hair adorning his head. The candlelight flickers wildly as he looks directly at you. His handsome features complete with sharp eyes like glowing amber surrounded by darkness, almost dragon-like. Is that…lipstick? And guyliner. Another shiver runs through you at how attracted you are to this creature from hell. You must’ve made Asmodeus laugh and scored the jackpot in return. That sharp nose.. with the pretty bumps on the side…you wonder how it would feel riding it.

He’s wearing a coat trimmed with maroon fur, that still leaves little to the imagination as his entire muscular, giant torso is bare with a sheen that accentuates carved abs, perhaps sweat because hell is hot. Black pants with chains hang low on his hips. You don’t see visible wings but are sure he can make them appear if he wanted.

Just, holy shit.

Dark maroon lips smirk. His voice is raspy, a little tired, a little indifferent, but the look in his eyes says otherwise. “So…you gonna just keep staring at me all night and get off that way, or?”

You bite your lip. He’s so fucking smug. Your pussy starts pooling more wetness than already built up.

“I-well, yeah, you just appeared through my fucking wall,” you roll your eyes, not submitting so easily. “The hell did you expect?”

The demon flashes a mouth full of beautiful, dangerous teeth.

“Pretty little minx, and a smart mouth on ya too. I guess he was right it’d be worth bothering the admiral of the legions, can’t wait to fuck the brattiness out of you.”

Black, ornate trousers that appear punk and shredded to bits sway as he steps closer to your bed.

“Oh, Careful—” you warn but one of his beautiful, tall, twisty horns hits your ceiling fan, and you find it comical how a 7 foot tall demon is cursing at hitting his left horn in your room.

His eyes squint at you. “Fucking brat. Laughing at me, not even telling me your name. I could drag a rude little mortal like you to hell and eat you alive for lack of manners,” he drawls, little to no venom in his words, his voice so deep and rich you almost get lost in it for a moment. Little does he know you want him to eat you alive.

“Oh—, I mean you’re right, sorry sir,” you spit out the sorry as sarcastically as possible, “I’m Y/n, what’s your name?”

He eyes your thighs clenching together and a mocking chuckle bubbles in his chest. “Name’s Kid. But you, little thing, can call me Eustass for tonight when I’m impaling you on my cock.”

A little whimper is forced out of you at how dirtily he spoke, like he made an incantation to turn you on instantly. “Eustass,” you try out, making precum drip out of him more than he’d like to admit. Your eyes flit down to his cock that he mentioned, then back up. He knows you were staring. And he’s so damn smug about it too, because the big guy’s bulge looks absolutely huge.

He looks over at the toys on your bed and scoffs, picking up your dildo, and eyeing it snarkily. Your face burns in indignation at his wolfish, leering smirk.

“Oh princess. Might as well throw these—“ he locates your trash bin, “right here. Because I’m gonna fucking ruin them for you. And you can kiss any man’s dick goodbye.” He drops your sex toys into the trash like a mic drop.

And you’re not even mad. Your thighs shift against the fabric of your bodysuit to gain any sort of friction, so turned on from imagining what’s to come.

“Yeah? You like that? I can just smell how much that turned you on. Such a pathetic, needy, desperate slut. You in heat or something?”

You can only nod your head.

He makes his way back to the bed, walking like he has all the time in the world, and you eye him for how beautiful and dangerous he is, oozing sex appeal. He also eyes you hungrily, like a starved carnivore eyeing its new living meal. Heat from hell radiates off of him, and he smells otherworldly; almost sweet; with notes of pure musk, steel, blood, leather, sweat, and desire.

(You don’t know that the pheromones you’re releasing have a similar effect on him, but he wants to make you beg and whimper; mewl, cry, break).

You take in shaky breaths, not because those fangs could rip chunks out of you if he wanted to…well, that’s hot too.

Kid grabs your bottle of whiskey from your mattress, eyeing you with pure hunger as he gets so close to you, and sets it on the floor. “That’s gonna break if it stays on your bed.” He dips his head closer to you, inhales again to smell your arousal, and his eyes roll shut.

“A-are we gonna have a safeword? I’m not paying any hospital bills if you break my body,” you finally speak up, voice pitch heightened from horniness.

He scoffs. “How fucking adorable, such a needy stupid baby, you didn’t even think before making a contract with someone who could do whatever he wants with you no?” the redhead strokes your thigh as he sounds so mean and condescending, large clawed hand gripping your upper leg, squeezing your supple flesh. His breathing is heavy. Fiery eyes peer down into your soul as he pauses.

“Spikes.” He feels your collar, humming in approval. “But just know, you signed up to be fucked. And drained.” His blackened thumb traces over your bottom lip as he holds your chin. “If you can’t handle the heat, you should know better than to booty call hell.”

“Mhmm,” you say, nodding in his hold, tongue darting out to caress his finger. Kid snarls.

Just like that, a large palm presses on your sternum and shoves you down onto the bed. He yanks you by the hips to the edge of the mattress with a bruising grip, and bucks his clothed hips into yours sharply, trouser-covered bulge slapping your pussy roughly, eliciting a whine from your throat.

“Gonna keep your neighbors up with us all night just like this,” he growls, bucking onto you, hands tracing your hips, fingers dipping under your bodysuit to caress your soaking core.

“Wet kitty, so fucking sinful.” He pulls out his fingers, separating them and admiring how your slick strings up and drips down his hand. Then, glowing eyes gaze into yours as a long, sharp, forked tongue licks your essence up, cleaning them in one stroke. You throb. He tosses his trench coat to the floor and you admire his giant, muscular body. Thick neck you want to scratch up. Giant muscles carved of porcelain and littered with scars that you want to bite and paint even prettier. A fallen angel of vermillion, ready to stab you in the dark, drag you down in lust and weeping to your personal circle of heavenly hell.

Without another word, he dips his head down and snaps the crotch of your bodysuit open leaving you with no room to think. He flattens his large, forked tongue and licks a broad, wet stripe over your sopping cunt.

“ ‘s cunny’s mine,” he breathes, and begins his attack on you with his mouth, squeezing your thighs, large tongue teasing into you.

“Yes it’s all—, ohhhh~” He pulls out and shoves two huge fingers with painted fingernails into your entrance, stretching you out and making you arch your back from the sudden stimulation, pussy smushing into his face further. He growls again, feral in nature, the vibrations going straight to your clit as he intently watches your reactions. Wide tongue lapping at your clit, swirling, making you speak in tongues and whimper at how full you are. You do not regret summoning a demon at all.

He adds a third impossibly thick finger and scissors them in and out of you, then impatiently thrusts his tongue back in to fuck you, massaging every little nook and cranny of your textured walls. Swirling up, and up, and up until your brain rots inside your skull and you’re roughly grabbing handfuls of his hair.

You hear him groan a prideful, muffled “Good girl,” as his nose bumps into your clit so snugly. Your eyes roll back at the praise. It’s too much, all of it is too much. And yet, you need more, more, more, please, please, please. His tongue hits a tender spot that makes you jolt and begins to attack it in a full-fledged assault, causing you to snap your gaze back to him and buck your hips greedily into him.

Greedy. He likes that. He likes how greedy your cunt is, because he’s just as greedy for you. Your thighs clench around his head when he shakes his face, soaked in your juices, side to side to rub your clit with his nose pressed tightly to you. “E-Eustass!” you call out for him, all strangled, and a purr rumbles in his thick chest.

In response, he only clenches your thighs tighter around his face, continuing to torture you with his pink tongue that’s long and mobile like a fucking tentacle.

You cry out as talonesque nails dig into your thighs and little pricks of blood come out, but he doesn’t care. And neither do you. You grind on him, head swimming in lust, probably only worsening the pinprick wounds. He leans back with you and completely sits down on the floor beneath, holding the entire weight of your body on top of his face with the strength of a powerful war demon.

He slides you up and down, and you tremble, spots of white flecking your vision as you ride his face, smearing your never ending slick to his insatiable delight.

His amber eyes glare at you, urging you to let go and come undone on top of him. Yet mocking you for needing to cum so soon.

And that’s what you do, shaking violently, curling over him, death grip on his scarlet tresses, as he groans at how delicious you taste. The orgasm washes over you so hard you almost fall slack, almost, as your moans fall silent from your circuits sparking. He drinks up all the essence you have to offer, lips smacking at how delicious you are, deep “Mmmhfuck” causing your nipples to perk.

He stands back up and sets you back down on the bed, unzipping his pants.

You’re lightheaded from the most amazing orgasm of your entire life, gazing at the ceiling as static fills your brain in ocean waves of dumbified pleasure.

Then your mouth gapes open at the sight in front of you. Beautifully red pubes trail right over his giant hand, fisting the biggest cock you’ve seen.

“Ngh, t-too big,” you whimper.

“Oh, I’m shocked you can speak,” he laughs darkly.

“Barely,” you try to prop yourself up on your elbows, but it’s so difficult and you fall back down.

He laughs at you, humiliating you in his stare. “Such a weak kitten,” the demon mocks you in faux sympathy.

You feel as though you nutting just now made you so insanely tired.

“Just lay back, dollface, you’re giving daddy life energy as a snack. Gonna make you even prettier, so dumb you can’t even speak.”

Before you can protest, he’s spearing you with his cockhead, ripping a loud moan from your throat.

He’s merciless, as no god has shown him, a fallen angel, any mercy. So why should he, an incubus leeching off of your sexual energy, show any mercy to a cunt that’s all his and swallows him in just right.

He continues to sink into you, and your nails pay him back by digging into him now, in his meaty forearms.

Kid’s tongue darts out over his crimson lips.

“Keep,” he thrusts out slightly, admiring the way you grip him, “fucking,” he thrusts back in all the way, making you shriek, “taking it.” The pain is so much, too much, the stretch fucking burns at how large of a cock is intruding you, but he hammers into you without regards to your comfort or pleasure. He’s the one using you, fucking you like you’re his breathing flesh light, like you’re the one working for him though he’s the escort demon. Ramming in, threatening to fuck right into your cervix, overload. You’re clamping down, your walls are rejecting him. It makes him curse loudly at how hard it is for him to move, but he’s stronger than a mere human, so ever the sadist, Kid pumps in regardless.

The pain of his unrelenting, selfish thrusts starts to turn slowly into pleasure, and the fullness and overwhelming stretch feels delicious. Your mind turns dumb and you start to whine.

“M-more,” you moan, and he grabs your tit harshly, twisting your nipple painfully, making tears rush to your eyes. He does so to the other tit, then slaps them roughly. You whimper his name, back arching like an exorcism in progress. Except exiting you, this demon is not.

“Yeah? You need some more, you selfish brat?” He growls, pace deepening and quickening. “Don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere, not until the sun is up.” His hips snap against yours, and his nails rake down your body to fold your thighs against your chest, his crushing weight pinning you to the bed. Your mattress hitting the wall. You struggle to catch the breath that’s knocked out of you in this position.

“Fucking look at me,” he suddenly jibes, and you obediently make eye contact with him. “Now don’t you dare fucking look away or quiet those pretty noises. I want to make you scream.”

He’s going at an inhuman speed, and so fucking deep in this mating press, and hits the spot that made you cum before. His balls slapping against your ass, making you scream.

“Eustass! Eustass! Please, please, please, yes, Nnnn! Please!” You beg him to keep going, as he growls, “fuck yes, beg, princess, beg for this fucking cock,” his thrusts getting sloppier as your cunt tightens around him. Your eyes roll back a little, as he’s fucking you dumb.

“Ah!!!” You yelp, as he roughly slaps your ass.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Eustass snarls, and you bite your lip, face flushed as he glowers at you.

“T-to, to uh, look at you,” you say dumbly, gasping for air.

“That’s a smart girl,” he rubs your clit, making you squirm, and he condescendingly coos down at you, “so why don’t you look at me as I wreck you, hmm?”

His body is so big, so hot, he’s so heavy and wide as your poor legs stretch to accommodate his wide shoulders while he opens you like a flower and pounds into you. He smells so fucking good, you think, and you want him to cum inside of you and claim you as his, and you struggle but do your best to keep looking into his wild eyes. He’s absolutely feral, so intimidating, and your body rocks at his severity so you grasp the base of his horns. A little moan leaves him, and if he wasn’t pressed up so close to you, flooding up all of your thoughts and walls and senses, it would have gone undetected.

A darkness takes over his eyes. “Now you’ve fucking done it,” his voice drops ever lower, and he pulls out. Flips you over onto your hands and knees, pulls your hips to face the ceiling, and bottoms back in in one thrust. The new angle has you screaming and moaning his name, “EU—fuck!!!!” You whimper loudly, and he pushes your head down into the covers.

“Yeah—this pussy—is all—fucking mine—you hear that?” he rumbles in between thrusts, slapping your ass again as he arches your back impossibly, balls slapping your cunt. You’re too dumb to understand what he’s saying and he knows that. Your slick is everywhere between the two of you and it’s making him absolutely drunk and feral.

You’re unable to speak real words, you’re babbling and you claw the sheets as he batters your insides over and over like a battering ram. Tears and drool are soaking the covers beneath you, as you moan while you let him use you. He kneads and slaps your ass again. “Look at me.” He reminds you harshly.

You weakly turn your head to look back at him, blubbering, and his pointy, evil grin sends a jolt straight to your core again.

“You’re my fucking pet, and any man you let have this,” he makes a slicing movement with his finger over his throat. “Got it?”

You’re so gorgeous, hair plastered to your forehead and all wild, face flushed and teary, eyelashes fluttering up at him, gasping, as you whimper, “y-yes, Eustass, I belong to you,” and his deep thrusts slow luxuriously.

“Good girl,” he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up until your back meets his sweaty inferno of a chest. He rubs more circles on your puffy, abused clit and you squirm from the buzzing overstimulation of another impending orgasm. He eats up how you clench around him, and as your head spins dizzily from him still thrusting up into you deeply, he sinks his teeth into your right shoulder, claiming you.

You cry out weakly from the pain, and spasm around him like a voodoo victim and he lazily fucks you through your second orgasm, enjoying how you make a mess all over his hand.

“Oh, that’s so sexy,” he groans, lapping at the blood on your shoulder, as you squirt all over his arm, and his cock is absolutely drenched, dripping down to his balls. He moans and with a few more thrusts, stills. He fills you up with hot cum.

The giant incubus turns you both around, you still out of breath, dumb, on his cock. “Look here.” He says, like Virgil from Dante’s Inferno showing the writer the lustful circle of hell.

You peer at your reflection in the mirror. You, so fucked out, almost unrecognizable, crying, glowing, lips plump from biting them. A huge bite mark on your shoulder. Bruised hips. Both of you scratched up with a little bit of blood. Legs shaking as you’re sitting pretty on his cock, a bulge evident in your tummy. His huge hands encircling you, him, possessively overshadowing you. He’s so much bigger than you, his width eclipsing you in the reflection.

You lean your head back tiredly. He whispers lowly into your ear. “ ‘M only just getting started with you, but look at how pretty you are as my pet, yeah? This is what I’m gonna see every single night, aren’t you excited?”

You tiredly turn your head to smoosh into his pillowy chest, his smell overpowering your senses, and you look up to him. “This is all I need,” you whisper back.

He sets you down on wobbly legs and holds you up a little. He cups your jaw in his giant hand, and the white of his canines shines. His lipstick is slightly smeared. He looks gorgeous, sinister, a glowing star of red, black, amber, and pale skin.

Then he kisses you, in a way that’s startlingly soft and passionate, in his ferocious way because Eustass is, well, Eustass. He pulls away, eyes glittering darkly.

“That’s the right response, darling.”

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TO BE CONTINUED 🏴‍☠️ -> part 2!

#[✏️] speaking in tongues #demon papí draws #eustass kid smut #eustass kid x fem reader #eustass kid x reader #one piece x female reader #one piece smut #op smut #zoro smut #sanji smut #law smut #ace smut #Luffy smut

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sgiandubh · 10 months

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Pretzel logic

I never liked funerals - who does? - and I have always tried to avoid them, under different pretexts. This is one of the moments we meet the Great Beyond and we are at our most vulnerable. It's only fair and it is not something to be taken lightly, ever.

August 10, 2022 happened a few days before I decided to give OL a try and by the time I landed in here, that YouTube live had already been taken offline, perhaps with good reason.

That people watched it should come as no surprise to anybody: it happens in all cultures and societies - Death fascinates us and makes us curious, even if it's a questionable, voyeuristic kind of curiosity. It was posted for everyone to see, on the biggest content streaming platform on planet Earth. It was posted in consideration of the ending peak moment of the COVID pandemic, to allow for more people to attend, with the family's prior consent. It was most probably shot from the organ balcony, at a respectful distance and I am being told the streaming was blurry: a good thing, if you ask me. People screeching for "more clarity" of those screenshots should, in my humble opinion, think twice: context and taboo and all that.

That people saw something bizarre in the front pew was unavoidable. That the said detail (Occam's Razor would help us conclude that ambiguous things are usually anything but...) was screenshot, edited and made its way in here and elsewhere - impossible to control. However, I have not read any disrespectful comments about the event. Nobody snarked. Nobody grinned. A hole in the plot was pointed out, adding to the whole array of inconsistencies and if I remember well, it was almost missed out entirely (a taboo is a taboo, after all) and started its career online only days after.

Was it shared ad nauseam? Maybe - but who the hell am I to judge? Again, not something you can control, unless you set yourself up as the Torquemadas of this fandom and slap everybody on the wrist with your twisted righteousness. When your people discuss the Data Lounge findings in great, lewd detail, that is called having fun and (I love that one, don't you?) gossiping, as if you were just talking about Miss Scarlett's new petticoat, not a man's reputation. When our people dare to post pictures from a public event, or published for public consumption, that is immediately taxed as being insane or snooping.

A neutral person venturing in here would call out the bias immediately. I call out your hypocrisy and have no problem doing it in writing. And I never peddled neutrality, in here: I simply peddled decency and I remind everyone I have probably never posted any pictures from August 10, 2022 (I will triple check later, but I am pretty sure I didn't). It is a personal choice and, as you know very well, I am not alone in the Shipper community. Far from it.

That you chose August 10 to post the largest, most consistent amount of content I have read on your blogs during the last six months, shows me once more what I already knew: you simply can't help yourself, can you? It's all about slap-a-shipper day, even if this community remained remarkably silent and collected, yesterday. Extremes exist, they are a fact of life: silencing them is useless and unproductive, at least as far as I am concerned.

You have once again showed me your true colors, Mordor. At the end of the day, you do not really have a problem with the pictures floating out there. What you do have a BIG problem with, is the person sitting in the front pew and you would go to great lengths - to any lengths, for that matter - to disguise it under a thick sanctimonious cloak of civic disgust. Your shrieks backfire: if anything, they confirm, not deny. And for the sake of politics, anything goes. It is, therefore, ironic, that in order to post your reasoning, you did look, in great detail and for a consistent amount of time, at the same exact screenshots and pictures you send to hell so gleefully.

Spare me the dramatics.

#fandom

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nacho-privayuna · 2 years

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Wanna get drunk and nasty?

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Niragi Suguru x Female Reader

Requested by: Anonymous (guys pls don’t put it as anonymous cuz i wanna tag you guys when u request, so if you finna request smth, pls don’t do it anonymously or you could always dm me!)

Warnings: Rough sex, gun play, mentions of rape

Summary: When Niragi learned that you’re equally psychopathic and insane as him, this peaked his interest in you. He’d always follow you, day after day, always offering you a drink at his place. But you’d always decline. After countless times of asking and begging you gave in and went to his place for a drink. Whilst drinking, Niragi proposed a game you two play. A game where you prove who’s more insane, and that game lead to you not walking for an entire week :D

Note: this took longer than what i’d promise ToT i hope you guys enjoy it !!! (i made niragi soft in the end i hope u guys dont mind )

Word count: 2,005

“Ah Y/N, you’ve finally agreed to my long-time offer! Good girl.” He spoke as you opened his bedroom door “Please I only did this so you would stop pestering me.” Closing the door shut. “I can barely find peace anywhere then you’d come barging in my happy place, just to ‘offer me’ a god damn drink” you mumbled to yourself. “Awe did I annoy you, baby? If you were so bothered with me, then you should’ve just killed me! Come on Y/N, we both know, the Beach knows, that your equally as insane as me” he smirked, God only if he knew.

“Being ‘insane’ isn’t something to be bragged about Niragi, and even if I wanted too, in which I do, I cannot kill you. Are you in your right mind? Of course, you’re not, how foolish of me to ask. Are you even thinking? If I even tried to kill you, what would happen to me? Yeah, I did manage to murder but there are thousands of people inside the Beach. Your death would need to be well-thought of and well planned. You’re Aguni’s little dog and what happens if you go missing? There are more militants than there are of Boshiya’s loyal hoes. If I did kill you, I’d be dead by now. And for the love of God, stop calling me baby.”

Niragi was impressed, he chuckled in reply to your little outburst “Calm down Y/N, I didn’t know you’ve already tried to plan my murder. Must be hard to get me off your mind huh? But I supposed you’re right. Killing me would be challenging. Enough of planning my murder, please sit down” he motioned his hand towards the armchair beside him. As you sat down, he pulled out a glass and a bottle. Your eyes stayed fixed on him pouring you a glass, being extra cautious, that he might try anything. “Please Y/N, I’m not putting anything in your drink, trust me. If I had intentions with you, wouldn’t you think I would’ve done it a long time ago?” he gave you the glass “You’re not that easy trust.” You drank slowly. He was right though, if he did want you, he would’ve done it sooner. Possibly bursting through your door and raping you while you sleep. Still, Niragi isn’t the type to give up just like that, especially when he’s desperate, whatever it is.

He sets his glass down. “As I’ve mentioned earlier, there’s a side of you that’s a lot like me. And I love that about you. How about a challenge?” Oh, how you love challenges. The thrill whether you’ll lose or win. And the pleasure when the opponent is so confident that they’ll win, only to be faced with defeat and failure. “This may sound childish, but it’ll be fun.” He paused “How about we give each other tasks? Not the easy ones like ‘get me that, give me that do this and that for me’ type of shit, no baby no. Difficult tasks, tasks that’ll make you wish you never accepted my offer. And whoever gives up first, well you decide.”

“If I win, I want you out. I want you out of the Beach. And once you’re out of your militant position, once you no longer have use or mean to Aguni or Boshiya, you’ll give yourself to me, for me to kill you.” You set down the empty glass, he chuckled “You really must hate me huh? Well then, if I win, you get to ne my slave. Not only in bed, but any where else. You get to be my pet, my servant, my sex toy, my property. If you still don’t get what I mean, if I win, you will give and offer your life to me. If I win, I owe you now, and if you don’t follow my orders…” he laughed. God, you hated that laugh, you hated how confident he was, you hated that if you lose, you’ll never have freedom again. You hated everything about him. “And what if no one forfeits? No one gives up on the task no matter how challenging it is?”

“You’re right about that, haven’t thought about it yet. Oh well, good luck to you Y/N” he pulled out a penny. “You’re heads, I’m tails. Whichever lands, they’ll be the one to order around first.” He tossed the coin in the air; your eyes never left the coin. Never blinking, never looking away.

Tails

‘Shit. Fuck fuck fuck, there it is again, that fucking smirk, that stupid grin, God I fucking hate it. Just wait until I wipe that fucking grin off your fucking face. Just wait till your begging for mercy, begging for your life.’ Your thoughts were disturbed to him laughing maniacally “Oh? My my Y/N. Don’t worry, since it’s the first round, I’ll make it easy for you” he paused for a moment “How about steal Chishiya’s jacket?”

“You want me to steal who’s jacket?”

“You heard me, Chishiya.”

“And how do you expect me to do that? He never takes it off!”

“Baby, now that isn’t my problem now, is it? But since I love you so dearly, I’ll help you out a bit. He has presumably 5 jackets inside his closet. Steal all of them, he can survive with one piece of clothing.”

“Alright. But where do I hide it?”

“You can hide it in… Boshiya’s room! And you have one day to accomplish your mission. Do well, baby”

Is he being serious? Stealing Chishiya’s jackets then hiding it inside Hatter’s room? And you have under one day to finish it? Is this a task or a suicide mission? You left his room. You calmed yourself down and thought of a plan. Slowly creeping to Chishiya’s room and walking across his closet, you prayed to every God the wardrobe wouldn’t make a noise and he wouldn’t wake up. You took everything inside and ran as quietly as you could. After getting out of there alive, you ran to Boshiya’s room. Checking if the cost was clear, you thanked God they were all at the Bar. Checking for cameras, there were none, you walked towards the wardrobe and placed everything inside. Once more, running, running towards your room, begging no one saw you come out of his room.

You laid down on your bed, out of breath from all the running. Niragi opened your door and stood at the doorway “And you did that under 1 hour, congrats Y/N”

“My turn fuck face, fuck off and get a dick piercing, would ya?” kicking the door shut as you groaned in annoyance.

A week passed by, yet no one came to bother you. Alas, victory, Niragi finally left you alone. But you came to wonder, where was he? Why did he suddenly stop pestering you? Did he finally surrender? Was he too scared to die and ran away? You smile to the possibilities of Niragi being a pussy and ran away. But as usual, to your ‘victory’, it was nothing. It only lasted for a quick second. Your bedroom door opened.

“Strip.”

Your jaw dropped; there he was. Niragi fucking Suguru, in the flesh. “W-what? Excuse me?”

“You heard me, strip. Have you forgotten? It’s my turn to order you around, or do you give up? Hm?”

You scoffed “Please Niragi, you haven’t even finished my task for you yet.”

“What makes you so sure”

“I don’t see a dick piercing anywhere-…”

He started unbuckling his belt, pulling it down to reveal it. There it was. That damn dick piercing. Not only that he was hard, rock hard. “Like what you see? Can’t seem to stop drooling for my cock, now, can you?” He pulled his pants back up.

He was right, you did like what you see. You did as he said. You took of your clothes but left your underwear and bra. Niragi walked towards you, you started backing up to the table behind you. His slender hands traced your back, then slowly went to down to the lining of your underwear, tugging it down. He ran his middle finger up and down, lining up his finger with your slit.

He continuously played with you, feeling how soaked you were under his touch “H-hey you only told me to s-strip. You didn’t say there was t-touching” you struggled to speak. “Do you really want me to stop now?” he moved the panty out of the way and slid one finger inside of you “Look how easy my finger slid inside. Come on y/n, look at how wet you are.” Pushing one more. He moved them gently, then slowly picked up the pace. Shaking, with one hand on the edge of your table, the other to cover your mouth. “Don’t be shy Y/N, take that hand of your mouth, moan for me” you shook your head.

Niragi stood up, throwing everything on the table down to the floor. He held your waist and lifted you to sit down on your desk, spread your legs and knelt. As he continuously worked on your orgasm, his other hand traveled to the clip of your bra, gently taking them off. He wasted no time and gobbled on your titties, looking up to you with such lewd eyes. You could no longer hold back.

“Fuck keep doing that” you moaned so freely, he loved the sounds of your moans, how you moaned so good for him and only him. You could feel him grinning whilst sucking your boobs. He felt you tighten around his fingers, you were close. He pulled them out, making you whine as he wrapped his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. He eagerly took off his pants. “W-wait hey I’m n-not read- Fuck!” He moved in such a fast pace, you felt like you were already close, and you were. “Cumming already? I don’t think so” He pulled out a gun and pointed right at your forehead. Your breath hitched “I tell you when to cum, you fucking whore.” You nodded, trembling in fear, but getting closer to your climax.

“God your so fucking tight, Y/N. Are you that much of a slut for me, baby?” harshly grabbing your face, slapping you hard when you didn’t respond “Answer me whore” now moving the gun and placing it inside of your mouth, cocking the pistol, nodding in response to him. “Good girl” he took the gun off your mouth, a hand placed around your neck, choking you as he pounded the living hell out of you. You could feel him twitching inside “Cum for me”

Lust-filled moans roamed around the room, the sun was already rising, legs sore from being wide open, ass sore from all the spanking. Your faced down on the bed as Niragi came for 4th time. God does he ever feel tired? “I’m not done with you yet, princess” he flipped you around, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulder. Lining up his cock at your entrance, pushing it carefully. Tears spilled as he moved so carelessly. “Slow down, I-it hurts” you whimpered both in pain and pleasure, moaning quietly. “Shh, one more princess, just one more.” He says as he places a few more hickeys on your neck. “P-please it hurts”

This made Niragi feel bad. Seeing you beg for him to slow down, he pities you, but couldn’t help but to get harder at the thought of you begging. He lifted you gently and hugged you while fucking you slowly. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he took this moment to look at you. God you were so beautiful, your eyes teary, your neck filled with hickeys, your makeup ruined, hair quite messy. He kissed you so gently, slipped his tongue inside of your mouth. He came as soon as you did, cum over-flowing your pussy. You cupped his face and kissed him back, his back falling to the bed, with you on top. It was a long kiss before you broke off to get some air. He held your face “I love you Y/N, more than anything.”

#niragi #niragi smut #niragi suguru #alice in borderland #niragi imagine #smut #aib #aib niragi

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pinkcannibal · 9 months

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so i’m thinking that marilyn must be like… super rich, right? i mean from the looks of the Gates Mansion in the show, and the formal clothes the family were wearing in old family portrait, it’s safe to assume that the Gates were pretty loaded people. And the normal conclusion is that all of their money got inherited by Marilyn after they died. i guess im asking if you could share any personal headcanons/thoughts you have on rich!Mari? Like I just imagine her taking Reader out to this super fancy restaurant for their one year anniversary and Reader nearly passes out when she sees the prices. But Marilyn picks up the tab like "oh no don’t worry honey it’s no big deal" 😭 Idk Idk I just think it’s a fun lil headcanon to ponder about

oh im literallyyyy going to touch on this in my fic! she 100% inherited the gates fortune and mansion, they were canonically loaded and its real to me marilyn grew up as a rich girl <3 kdkkdfk like marilyn buying/paying for everything when it comes to reader in the fic is definitely coming up.

like marilyn to me has so much money to spare, and now that she finally has someone in her life she adores that she can spend it on??? yeah shes a menace

marilyn will buy reader high quality lingerie just to rip it off. will not care if she tears the lace bra in her need to bite and nip to her girls tits. and reader, her whole life used to not having pretty expensive things, will always blush and whine bc she feels soooo bad when they do get ruined. marilyn does not care, she buys her more the next day <33

if reader starts to get shy/protest on how much marilyn spends on her, this woman will distract her by going down on her and eating her out until she knows her sugar mommy tendencies are incurable <33

plus, shes giving reader everything she missed out on as a child. an adult in her life that will get them things without question and not ever call her selfish for it, and it heals both of them! marilyn gets to provide. reader gets to want things and not feel guilty

if reader is staring at something on her phone intensely while scrolling? yeah marilyns peaking over her shoulder and already putting an order in for it. not without teasing tho. "wow, sweet girl. thats so pretty. want mommy to buy it for you?" she doesnt have to ask, she definitely is, but its so worth it to see reader squirm in her hold and blush and force reader to ask for it.

like you said, treats her to theeee most nicest restaurants. lets reader get whatever she wants. it takes a few tries and dates together for reader to feel comfy ordering expensive things. she gets sooo dumbed down and needy tho when marilyn feeds her bites and runs her hand up her girls thigh <33

reader is well aware of how this looks. if you told her a year ago she'd have a sugar mommy milf hot teacher gf she'd think ur insane. so when marilyn starts to gift things if reader gets a good grade/achieves an accolade or something similar? it makes her soo submissive. just: "good job honey, you did so well on this exam. which do you want, those earrings or the ring you were eyeing yesterday?" and reader just stares w puppy eyes, blushing, like. "oh. um. both? <33" (she obvs gets both)

#asks #marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday netflix #marilyn thornhill x fem reader #laurel gates x reader

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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feladi-fority · 1 month

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Happy Homestuck day everyone!

Fuck, insane I'm still obsessed with a comic THIS OLD but what can you do.

I feel like people often focus on what Homestuck did poorly or just discuss the characters or the comic abstractly, so in this post I wanna go into a bit more detail about what I think this comic did really really right which I'm yet to see done in other media.

The dialogue is just fantastic. Hussie really knows how to write naturalistic internet style dialogue and it breaths life into characters which otherwise are very flat. So many of the characters are objectively very simple but the dialogue is just so good they still feel like real people. Like Nepeta is objectively very boring, but the dialogue made her feel real enough to make past me kin her.

The format gets a lot of attention for using flash animation and games, but I think the real biggest strength of Homestuck's format is the pesterlogs. I read through Kill 6 Billion Demons a bit ago which is a very similar comic to Homestuck and despite loving it I found I didn't grow nearly as attached to the characters as I did HS. The reason I've come to as to why is that in K6BD the standard comic formatting just doesn't allow natural the characters to be normal people and have normal conversations without totally killing the pacing, so to maintain a fast pace it has to keep that to a minimum. In Homestuck, however, the pesterlogs allow characters to just kinda talk about whatever for normal amounts of time while not requiring the plot to just stop around them. John can ramble about his love of Con Air while doing important ectobiology shit. This gives the audience time to get to know these characters while maintain the lightning fast pace of acts 3 and 4 and a bit of 2 and 5.

The time travel, holy shit like I have NEVER seen time travel done so well, I used to think I hated time travel in media until I read this comic. The comedy gotten through time-traveling chat clients and the use of stable time loops for the story is just so masterfully done. The fact HS manages to have very few plot-holes in terms of its time travel internal consistency is seriously impressive compared to other stories featuring it. I crave so badly a story which can reach the peaks of the lil' Cal reveal and the conversions Karkat had with Karkat.

The fandom hooks. Like most stories are out here letting the fandom do some shipping or have a fun set of factions or a magic system to sort their fav characters into. Homestuck is here quadrupling the potential ships. "My story has 4 elements and what element you have is determined by your personality" Homestuck has a character personality sorting system with 336 possible combinations. Your story has one cool unique world to imagine being in? Homestuck has several. How would your fav react in the Hunger Games? How would they react to their entire planet being destroyed and being sent into a game designed to allow personal expression as much as possible! The lore is also overcomplicated but it does a great job at helping the audience through it. Like fuck this shit was crack to my neurodivergent ass.

The [s] pages were fucking AWESOME, like I am yet to feel the emotion the best [s] pages did since I finished reading the comic for the first time. The complexity of the storytelling means that when it's being told visually you need to actively interpret what's happening, causing strong moments of "oh shit!" when you realize what you just saw, further making an already awesome animation even better!

The way the comic mythologized the feeling of growing up online was so fucking cool to my terminally online ass. It made the worldbuilding feel so much more compelling than similarly complex fantasy worldbuilding ever has.

I might have missed a few things Homestuck did really well I'd like to bring up so I might make another post later, but like, damn. Homestuck was an incredibly unique work and I haven't seen anything like it since. One of my goals in life is to make a work that makes other feels how this comic made me feel cuz nothing has scratched that itch for me, but who knows if I'll succeed at that.

Either way, happy 413! I'm a derse sylph of heart btw <3

#homestuck 413 #homestuck #413

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fieryophelia · 2 months

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Still waiting for Spotify and YouTube to update their charts later today but Google has already come through with some beautiful data for a certain eclipse themed song we all know and love during the total solar eclipse we had in the USA on Monday, April 8, 2024...

https://trends.google.com/trends/explore?date=now%201-d&geo=US&q=%2Fg%2F1q5jzj36p,%2Fg%2F1q5j2__98,%2Fg%2F11bzvv1522,%2Fm%2F01qdc_p&hl=en

Look at the time of peak searches. And also note the path of searches on the map...

Map - http://www.nationaleclipse.com

So then I decided to compare with a few top eclipse anthem contenders to see who won the battle. Bonnie blew them all away.

Dark Side of the Moon came in #2 in comparison, followed by #3 Black Hole Sun and #4 Here Comes the Sun. None of them really dominated any city on the map over Bonnie.

Other potential eclipse anthems I checked that rated lower than the Beatles to the 4 listed above: Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel, Steal My Sunshine by Len, Total Eclipse by Iron Maiden, Dark of the Sun by Tom Petty, Promises in the Dark by Pat Benetar, Dancing in the Dark by Bruce Springsteen, Blinded by the Light cover by Bruce Springsteen (would be #5, this version was also more popular than the Manfred Mann's Earth Band version), Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone by Bill Withers and the individual song Eclipse by Pink Floyd specifically (the album ranked higher). I'm sure I'm missing some but these were at the top of multiple eclipse themed playlists I consulted.

I'm also not sure exactly how many searches this graph corresponds to yet, but I'm sure we'll get recap articles that might have numbers. From a different Google data product, it looks like over 200k searches were done for Total Eclipse of the Heart on Sunday, April 7th alone, the day before (still less than "how to make eclipse glasses" LOL).

Looking forward to Spotify's data. 🌞

Also fun to look at: comparing searches for this song over time with total US eclipses. Possible spikes due to eclipse interest would be 2012 (annular) and 2017 (total) but the 2023 (annular) barely registered. The other spikes may be due to Bonnie performing it on TV (2005) and the TV show Glee covering it (2010).

I'll look at this more later.

But just for fun too, if you've never seen it, check out the Literal lyrics version for the original music video (it was insane, even for the 80's) https://youtu.be/fsgWUq0fdKk?si=CRXE_Zd86GpZa1yG

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team-heavenly · 7 months

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And Now, An Interlude

I did coast through Blizzard Island pretty quick, but my next week or so is kind of insane. I'm out of state from 11/6-11/9 and I'm honestly not sure I can get the arc posted before then :(

But for every cloud, there's a silver lining. I definitely have time to share the nonsense I got into while I was stitching together the Sky Peak post. I really wanted to keep playing the game but without advancing the plot and getting ahead of the blog, so... I improvised.

This picture is basically the theme of the post so enjoy lol

(No, we did not recruit her unfortunately 😔)

First, I want to share some teammates I snagged... and some I lost.

LOOK AT THIS GOD TIER STARAPTOR. Literally the GOAT. I was so, so upset when our client Pidgeotto later got destroyed by a Monster House. I suppose I could have gone through with the defeat, but the risk of losing more than a few exclusive items just wasn't worth it.

But we did get to keep someone I'm pretty sure is Young Guildmaster Wigglytuff:

And HE COULD LEARN ROAR OF TIME. SO I SAID "SURE WHY NOT" AND GAVE HIM THE TM.

It's not a practical set of moves by any means (confusion from Petal Dance (which missed a whole ton anyway), 30% accuracy on Fissure, low PP and stall after using Roar of Time), but definitely fun to play with.

Andrea also tried learning Vine Whip upon level up, but... It wasn't very strong, so I passed on it. Honestly, unless she gets something incredible, I'm thinking her current move set is final.

...Yeah, I told you this was gonna be a common thread. Thankfully we dodged an encounter with the ancient god of the land because... *gestures to the stairs Being Right There*

After a few days of odd jobs, I realized I didn't want our duo getting too far along the experience curve. But how else could I satisfy my itch to keep playing this game? I could play as other Pokémon, sure, but most of them were far too weak for the average Bulletin Board request.

...And then I remembered: I hadn't tried a single dungeon from Poliwhirl's Dojo yet.

(Okay yeah I took these photos after completing all of them but shhhh)

This was our menu of offerings (loaded with affluence and laughter, apparently). Some were conquered on the first try. Some required a little bit of elbow grease. And some... well, they certainly put my patience to the test. I remember Affluent Turn, Hilarious Court, Prosperous Outback, and Hilarious Abyss being particularly troublesome.

"Wait, but aren't the dojo mazes only five floors-" Correct! But these dungeons are randomized like any other, meaning they have three things the mazes typically don't: traps, monster houses, and a whole lot of sticky items.

Granted, this was the squad:

But the traditional starters are well-boosted in the stats to begin with, so it wasn't too bad. And this is a randomizer, so...

I'msorryCharmanderlearnedWHAT?!

(I now want to watch an anime episode where a tiny Igglybuff and Charmander wreck Dialga's sh*t with Roar of Time.)

After enough tries, we were able to nudge the three starters towards evolution. And hilariously, they all insisted on learning OHKO moves (and Dig for some reason):

G-Grovyle, my beloved...

You Do Not See The Palkia, Grovyle Is Clearly Fighting Primal Dialga Here.

Yet the one thing that was consistent across these dungeons to the point of skepticism... was the sheer abundance of legendaries.

Like I honestly think it would be easier for me to list the legendaries NOT included. That's how many there were. Take a gander at this list (bold indicates the Pokémon sighted):

Kanto: Articuno, Zapdos, Moltres, Mewtwo, Mew

Johto: Raikou, Entei, Suicune, Lugia, Ho-Oh, Celebi

Hoenn: Regirock, Regice, Registeel, Kyogre, Groudon, Rayquaza, Jirachi, Deoxys (multiple forms, all mirage)

Sinnoh: Uxie, Mesprit, Azelf, Dialga, Palkia, Heatran, Regigigas, Giratina (both forms), Cresselia, Phione, Manaphy, Darkrai, Shaymin (both forms)

Most of these were in the Final Maze, too. No wonder it was called this instead:

In total, we only recruited two of these legends, which is pretty impressive when you remember you're forced into these places with an empty bag (so no items to help increase the recruitment rate). The first, as you can see above, was Uxie, one of the True Time Gear Guardians.

Not bad! Not bad at all.

And the second... the second is pretty special. I'm still giddy about it even all these days later:

😍 YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. I RECRUITED THE LADY HERSELF!

I SCREECHED when I saw her in the dungeon to begin with, so you can imagine the commotion I made when she wanted to join the team!! When you talked to her in a dungeon, she even said the phrases. You know, stuff like hating the decay brought about by the world of darkness, and there being no need to worry because she can't ever be caught, of course!

I suppose she's a little confused by her displacement in time and space, but you know what? This really makes it feel like her... so I wouldn't have it any other way <3

She originally joined us at Level 38. I already knew, without a doubt, that she was gonna become a permanent fixture of the team. So I loaded her up with 3 Golden Seeds, every Gummi I had leftover from the mazes, and some Proteins.

Why Protein? Well, she originally knew... Tackle, Endeavor, Strength, and Meteor Mash lol. Her attack stat was also dreadfully low, so why not catch that up to the others when I happen to be swimming in Proteins?

I did also feed her some TMs to diversify the move set a little:

This shot is actually outdated already: presently she knows Super Fang instead of Rock Climb and Hidden Power instead of Defend Order.

There is one slightly unfortunate caveat to my sheer excitement:

Yeah... Normalize. So she can't benefit from the STAB on Giga Drain. But I suppose there are worse things.

Here's something I doubt many people have seen! You're technically not supposed to be able to speak with her in Rotom's Cafe, right? So of course I was dying to know what she said when you spoke to her there, and:

Forgive the desaturation and such, as you can see by the reflection I snapped this one with my phone 💀

Interesting, no? Read that again: Magneton. If you recall, that Pokémon was her replacement in the story! Funny to see it show up here, in what I can only presume is the title of her idle pose. For reasons unknown to me, sometimes she said "standby 2" instead.

Anyway, she and the Gabite you saw earlier were our tried and true teammates during our many, many attempts to conquer Massive Tomb. To skirt around the excess EXP problem, I simply reset whenever things went awry.

The thing with Massive Tomb is... It has 48 floors, right? (Which I found odd, why not make it 50 at that point?) And you're not allowed any items upon entry. So either you miraculously find a string of Secret Bazaars to replenish your belly until you find an Apple of some kind (lol) or you starved to death by floor 11. Oh, and basically every other floor was a Monster House. So it really came down to sheer luck.

There was one attempt where I got as far as 43F. But my string of good fortune turned sour: back-to-back Monster Houses slowly picked off my teammates and made Andrea run out of PP for Blizzard. So when we ran into yet another Monster House (this time mandatory), all it took was one Triple Kick from Persian before it's all over. That loss felt particularly devastating.

The one attempt that finally succeeded was the one where we didn't run into a single MH until we were over 2/3s of the way through. Although the one that did finally show up nearly ended me.

But finally... Finally!

YEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAW!

On the one hand: Can you imagine if the aura you got at the beginning was Brown? I would be so mad if I had two of the same color lol. Though on the other hand, aura color doesn't really matter? It only shows up in the flavor text and item sprite - the latter of which you only see if the item gets knocked off of you.

But hey, I'll take it. I'm just glad I finally got through the darn place!

Oh geez, this "mini update" was very close to 30 images somehow 😬 But I hope you enjoyed seeing this not-insignificant, optional part of the main world!

Bonus:

...Okay I guess I lied, we recruited three legends.

#pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #randomizer #post game #and now an interlude #expect chapter 23 to come out in the next couple of weeks!

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crazyexdirkfriend · 1 year

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hi! i know you write fics but im not sure if you read too many! i thought i might ask for recommendations or if you have anything recent you have read and liked because i trust your taste!

I do believe that to try to be better at writing a form/genre/style etc you have to read a lot of it-- so I have read an obnoxious amount of fanfiction haha. I should try reading more academic journals so I can do my work but that's nowhere near as fun.

Anyway I have a lot of recs. I treat my bookmarks as a rec list of my favourite pieces, and you can filter these by fandom. Some were bookmarked a while back, and some are probably deleted since, but it's a pretty good starting point.

A more concise list would be that the following are my top five dirk/jake fics:

a thousand years

Probably the third DirkJake fic I ever read, and just objectively the peak Big fic. Every DirkJake fan should have read this fic, it’s really the only fic I reread on a biyearly basis. If I remember correctly, predicted BGD before that was canon?? Insane. Love this.

A Litany (In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out)

Running theme here: I love a journey to the centre of the mind style fic.

ten fold wild

I think about the Dave and Jake conversation in this all the time. Dirk towards the end as well...oof.

i’m sick, you’re tired; let’s dance

I loved that to really get what was going on here you have to read it twice. I still think about how clever that was and tried to emulate that multiple ways to interpret the ending idea later in my fic calvariæ. So really, I credit this fic for my one even existing.

We're All Friends & Family Here (And Frankly, We're Sick Of Your Shit)

I really enjoyed this fic when it came out in 2018. I remember thinking at the time it was the first time I’d seen someone handle Jane and Roxy with critical thought in yonks.

Bonus Epilogues content round!!!!!!

Opacifia’s epilogues fics are some of the best in the business. Warning: they are all DEEPLY upsetting (to me anyway!) and I have needed 1 business day to recover from reading any of them, before never managing to regain the emotional capacity to read them again. But they're amazing and offer a great perspective on the epilogues.

I, ironically, find a lot of Epilogues content difficult to read but you'll find more in my bookmarks. I may have missed more recent ones or some Big Fics of late. I read far more dirk/jake fanfiction pre-2019 than I have done since-- but I am always open for new recs myself!

#dirkjake

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explosionshark · 9 months

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album ask: good apollo blah blah iv

so there's two of these but i know that you meant good apollo i'm burning star iv: vol 1: from fear through the eyes of madness so i'll answer for that

The best song on the album: if i could cheat i'd pick the whole willing well suite bc it's PEAK progheed bullshit but. okay. "the willing well ii: from fear through the eyes of madness" - it's so proggy, it's so insane, it rules so hard. at once deeply weird and SUPER melodic. of course the riffz are there (it's coheed) but this is such a rhythm section showcase imo - mic todd with those bouncy bass lines and eppard holding it down for seven and a half minutes without letting up even ONE TIME. absolute ripper. My favorite song on the album: okay, so, not picking any WW songs - "ten speed (of god's blood and burial)" is my favorite and i'm annoyed bc it is ostensibly one of their dumbest fucking songs. it's literally a song about the meta version of claudio (not to be confused with the distinct, fictional version of claudio) is arguing with an evil bicycle. unfortunately it's got riffs for days My least favorite song on the album: "always & never" it does feel distinctly like cheating to pick this song but it's the truth. one of my most reliably skipped coheed tracks. The most overrated song on the album: "welcome home" again it's not BAD (it was actually the song that introduced me to coheed) but it's just like their most popular song and the fact is it's NOT their best song which, by definition, makes it overrated Most underrated: i mean all the songs on this album are pretty beloved by fans. but idk. "the lying lies & dirty secrets of miss erica court" i think it gets kind of lost in the shuffle sitting between "the suffering" and the WW suite The banger of all bangers: "The Suffering" LISTEN WELL WILL YOU MARRY ME??? AND ARE YOU WELL IN THE SUFFERING? it goes so fucking hard! it's one of the catchiest choruses they've ever written! jaunty little pop tune! but also a certified ripper! the fun little piano bit! HEY HEY! IF IT WAS UP TO MEEEEEE I WOULD HAVE FIGURED YOU OUT WAY BEFORE THE YEAR CLOCKED OUT WELL I HOPE YOU'RE WATINGGGG Rate from 0-10: 0/10 no one listen to coheed

#replies #holdsteady #cw coheed on main #no one fucking look at me

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streets-in-paradise · 10 months

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Troy 2004 scenario: Paris comforting you after trojans enter the horse

Warnings: Reader is against the choice and, like Cassandra in the myths, feeling powerless and unheard. Cathartic writing inspired by how i'm feeling that I decided to post

Headcanons:

Paris is as shocked as you are, he begged his father not to trust in anything coming from the greeks. Barely a few days ago you all were burying his brother, the last defense of the city. Why would the enemy surrender at the peak of its chances to win?

It made no sense, burning the horse would have been the only rational response. Unfortunately, nobody arround you was proceeding rationally.

Your king and the vast majority of your countrymen trully believed Agamemnon could surrender while Achilles was still breathing after taking Hector's life. Troy was going through an outbreak of massive irrationality. Illusioned by the promise of an easy end to the war, the people were blinded and nobody was willing to listen.

A horrible, grim feeling was making you extremely nervous as people arround you would judge you insane for pointing out a simple truth. The danger couldn't be over just like that, greeks should never be trusted.

The prince became your comfort, him and Helen were the only citizens openly siding with you.

Helen submitted the horse to her own special test all by herself, which consisted in tempting the kings she thought could be inside by impersonating the voices of their greek queens calling them. ( i like this detail of the myths, i keep it)

Although still unaware of that, Paris attempted to comfort you from the place of isolation the three of you were in.

He found you crying your heart out in a state of complete abandonement, seriously fearing you could be considering harming yourself in some way.

Blurb:

His first instinct was holding you in his arms hoping the heat of his body would bring you back.

" It's the end, and they are partying … They will get us all killed and they are celebrating!!" You cried out against his chest. " How did we let this happen??"

Paris began to caress your hair.

" Things would be different if Hector would be here. " He lamented with you. " We can't be the only ones, but people refuse to side with me because they hate me … And i deserve it. I caused all of this, but if he would still be with us they would have listened to him … "

He had a point, but you weren't going to remember it at that moment. You couldn't blame him then, you both were alone and missing Hector more than ever.

" A present of the greeks, as if they could be bringing anything to us but death and ruin!" You ironically snarked. " Archeptolemus makes me feel sick. He speaks as if he is untouchable, as if the killers of the priests of Apollo wouldn't dare to kill him."

" ' We know they have killed priests before, but is not like they are about to kill ME, ríght?' " Paris made fun of him hoping it would relieve you a bit. " Father follows him blindly and the people do so because they are sick of the war and want an easy answer. There is nothing we can do. "

You wanted to chuckle with him, but couldn't.

" I can't watch our people die, even if they hate us! My heart won't take it, Paris. I want to go before it happens, i can't let them get me … "

He was heartbroken.

" How can you say such horrible things? (y/n), we can't be sure yet."

You looked at him in the eye with a deathly serious expression.

" If this does end in fire, would you stay with me through the end?"

" i will, i promise … and it will not be just me. " He sweetly comforted you. " Helen, Briseis, Andromache … We are all with you. Don't rush into conclussions, darling. You are not alone and even if we have to escape from a burning city, we will make it together. "

#troy 2004 #paris of troy #paris x reader #orlando bloom #orlando bloom x reader #troy #troy imagine

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ruby-red-inky-blue · 9 months

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list eight shows for your followers to get to know you! thanks for the tag @garethsedwards ! I love never shutting up about the same five shows 😂 (also The West Wing didn’t make my list but deserves a honourable mention!)

The Americans: to no one’s surprise. If I could only name one, there wouldn’t even be a contest. This show is SO GOOD. The drama is so layered and so beautifully underhand, the spy stuff is both grounded and satisfyingly trope-y, and it’s that rare show that has almost no “bad guys”, just a lot of very complex, deftly written characters following their own agencies. And it stuck the landing in a way I’ve never seen a show of this length do. The best finale in tv. It’s history! It’s bilingual! The main cast is a list of knockout acting performances without a miss between them. The soundtrack is incredible.

“Sometimes I wonder if you understand spies. One day with Arkady and the others at the Rezidentura, do you want to put them in jail? That's how a policeman thinks, not how spies think. We want everyone to stay right where they are, and bleed everything they know out of them. Forever.”

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries: More history! Almost always just for flavour, but when it isn’t! You get episodes like Death on the Vine, and we all know I am weak for a WWI story. And Rilke’s Liebeslied. The main characters are fantastic, and even at its whackiest this show is SO FUN. Bonus for costumes that are to die for, pun intended. You need to understand also that i watch this show purely with a shipper's heart and cannot be held accountable for how incomprehensible you may find the episode of the week. I do not care. This show is peak romance.

"[The inspector sent me] to tell you, in his words, to stay in your compartment, to please resist the temptation to interfere, and to not bandy about his name for your own convenience."

Derry Girls: Even more history! This one understands what it’s like to be a girl in her teens better than any other show I’ve seen, and has such an incredibly strong sense of place and time, an absolute standout even among period dramas. And it’s also just SO FUNNY.

“We're too delicate for prison!” "We go to convent school, Erin, for fuck's sake, we'll be grand."

Fleabag: The other best finale in tv. A main character who is lowkey Fucked Up™, but so relatable, and so real. Also, siblings! This show is so smart, and so sad, and SO funny. And romantic? My God.

"Either everyone feels like this a little bit and they're just not talking about it, or I'm completely fucking alone."

Barry: I’ve probably enjoyed a lot of shows more but the writing! Is insane!! I had no idea what to expect of this show when I first started it and it bowled me over completely with how smart and precise and thoughtful the writing is. The acting is also incredible, and it’s very funny. And it’s DEVASTATING. (Edit: this review, turns out, was for three out of four seasons. I had no idea there was a fourth. It's... something alright. It feels like a completely different thing than the rest of the show tone wise. It wasn't bad, but I preferred S3 as an ending.)

"Can you tell him that he is going to be okay and that he was right. I’m pretty sure people can change."

Doctor Who: I am so attached to Matt Smith's early seasons. I know I KNOW Stephen Moffat isn't all he was cracked up to be at the time and a lot of things are. eh. about his writing but. Listen this SHAPED me. I was a Sherlock girly but the thing that impacted my personality and probably my writing the most was the first two Eleventh Doctor seasons. They have a weird fairytale vibe and I am ABOUT that 'til the day I die, and even a still from those seasons takes me back instantly.

"You won’t even remember me. Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s okay, we’re all stories in the end."

Veronica Mars: Again, specifically the first two seasons, and specifically *vibes*. Is this show good? Sometimes? Are the mysteries good? Rarely? Did the people running the show know what kind of show they were running? Apparently fucking not. Have I stopped thinking about in the last five years? Also no.

"Honestly, how much easier would your life be if you were indifferent to me?"

Brooklyn Nine-Nine: I don't go for a lot of straight comedy, but as you can probably tell by now, I love a crime procedural and I LOVE shows that make fun of crime procedurals. This show is so funny. Again, is it perfect? No. But it's SO funny though.

"I did it for love!" "Cool motive. Still murder."

tagging @spacepandar @moonprincess92 @rapidashmascot @peppermoons and anyone else who feels like doing it!

#yay i got tagged in something #thank you dear

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I just read your Omeagorverse post and I hope you know I am turning it over in my brain and I am obsessed with the aegon -aerion- Helena stuff going on as well as all the blood magica

I would like to very politely ask for lesbian Maris infor

under da cut ^_^ dont click if u have respect for me cos youll lose it when u see my devianart ocs

ok so maris is ceryse' niece, grew up in the hightower. her mother's a peake cos lol lmao and i wanted the peakes in the targ bloodline 😈 there's a historical character called patrice hightower who was maybe a witch and maybe poisoned the high septon. and as a kid maris was great aunt patrice's shadow who followed her everywhere asking about glass candles and such. after viserys, maegor reached an agreement with the faith that targs can have one westerosi bride, one valyrian bride (for him it's ceryse and viserys). so jae was betrothed to both maris hightower and aerea (daughter of rhaena) on the wedding day maris is 13, jae is 14 and aerea is 16. bit before the wedding though, viserra and aerea do One Last Gal Pal Hang and fly on balerion to valyria and aerea comes back all fucked up so jae and maris marry alone

maris does nawt like aerea because aerea is totally detached from court etc and maris is still in writhing tentacle mass of feudalism. combo of jealousy and a little crush on the cool older butch. she also thinks the polygamy thing is offensive and that she is being slighted (she is) so when aerea dies she's like. well im 13 so im just not gonna unpack that whatsoever and be glad im gonna be sole queen.

i gave her seven girlfriends based on the seven gods cos thats fun to me. first gf is her childhood girlfriend, her cousin patricia (The Father gf). brought to court as her lady-in-waiting but she got bored of patricia trying to scheme and dominate her so she arranged a marriage to a lannister cousin. patricia ends up adopting viserra's lannister kids after viserra gets kicked out of casterly rock. she ends up being the Dad Who Stepped Up to them :)

The Mother gf is desmera webber a distant cousin on the peake side of the family married to a mullendore knight. desmera is a social climber who maris thinks is funny she thinks the attempts at sabotage and subterfuge are cute entertainment. desmera's husband dies and and maris realises desmera killed him so she could find a better richer husband and when desmera tries to seduce jae she's like ight ok thats enough Its Not Funneh Enymore (british accent). then its a fun cat and mouse game where maris marries her off a couple times and each time desmera kills him cos she wants to marry a better guy. maris ends up killing her and framing it as a suicide cos desmera tries blackmailing her with the lesbian thing +targ secrets.

Warrior gf is a lady knight :) she's bethany brune The She-Bear from crackclaw point :) kind of like jonquil darke/alysanne. dies protecting maris rip

Smith gf is a lowborn blacksmith wife :) after aerion murdered the high septon maris went kinda cuckoo and ran off to harrenhal cos she hated jae so much. then viserra is just too crazy for her so maris says fuck it and dresses like a peasant and lives in lord harroway's town for a while where she meets sexy big milf butch tansy and lives her marie antoinette peasant milkmaid fantasy for a while before she gets bored and misses her kids and fancy clothes so she and tansy break up mutually nicely :) only normal relationship she ever has. ends up raising harroway's town to the status of a city :)

Maiden gf is elinor cafferen her lady in waiting when she's in her 40s. elinor has a crush on maris and maris thinks its cute. elinor also has a crush on helaena which makes maris jealous (insane woman)

Craziest one is. Crone gf. her name is rhea upcliffe nee lynderly the witch of snake isle. she becomes the mistress of whispers after maegor kills tyanna and stays in power for decades. she's like 80 by the end of her life but looks 40 and she wears a green ribbon around her neck at all times 😈 maris and rhea have an on/off relationship since maris was like 17. anyway rhea starts convincing maris that elinor is a spy for aerion whos there to seduce helaena and helped kidnap her to essos etcetc and maris goes a little nutso (her daughter DID get kidnapped by her exile son sooo) and confronts elinor but elinor is like wahhhh what tf is going on😭 rhea hates me bcos i found out she's a necromancer and probably undead😭 and maris begs forgiveness and then rhea shoots a crossbow into elinor's skull lol. so maris kills rhea :3 whether elinor was a spy or if rhea was undead is unclear. maybe it didnt even happen and maris was just going crazy lol who knows...

the stranger is jaehaerys 😈 maris and jaehaerys have a tense relationship very bad from the outset. jaehaerys loved aerea and after aerea died he became the Stoic Man that maegor kept trying to beat him into. he's obsessed with recreating valyria in westeros because he wants a real home. aerea's name is forbidden or itll cause a screaming fight. jae wanted to name his heir aerion after her but maris was like LMAO over my fuckin dead body. but he was like well fucking one of them will be. so the younger twin he named aerion and maris never forgave him for the slight. she thinks he's a weird creep about viserys(his mother-father) and after viserys dies and jae starts collecting boy youths that look like him she fully loses any respect for him she thinks he's the most disgusting man ever. doesnt like the way he treats viserys(their son). viserys ends up favouring a young hightower cousin of maris which is the last straw and she snaps and does a murder-suicide RIP babygirl

this is incoherent as is my usual :3 tried to keep it in a coherent timeline but im bad at that. MWAH ily<3

#au:omaegorverse #this is so lame and cringe 😭 but theyre my special deviantart mary sue OCs #ask #anonymous

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