#its like idk. youre raising your little dragon ..

[duodusk]

i hope when the eggs come back they cant permadie anymore and dont have mandatory quests so they can all be a bit sillier and not worry about eggs getting caught up in it right. but the quests are a good idea for keeping players involved with each other .. so i think if they come back as little hatched dragons or something, completing all of a days quests a certain number of times should make them develop some sort of new skill or ability

like that way you don't HAVE to do quests and the eggs dont have to be on all the time anymore if they're busy, but if you do quests you can unlock the ability for them to like fly short distances or something idk

#txt #this is rambly bc its literally a shower thought i was having LOL #but i think the quests are good for involving people on the server but i dont think the lives or mandatory quests are necessary anymore #so some other incentive would be cool #its like idk. youre raising your little dragon .. #its hard to think of traits for them to gain tho bc they can already do so much just with items on the server #i was like idk about full flight maybe just gliding .. but they have gliders itd be unnecessary #i also think itd be funnier if they didnt announce it was a thing and just #whichever egg or parent happened to be most attentive to quests still would show up with their little dragon flying like #Yeah sorry. guess you shouldve been feeding them more blue foods. idiot

[thechaoticdruid]

°•IF THE BG3 COMPANIONS BABYSAT YOUR KIDS!•°

Lae'zel

Congratulations your children are spending an afternoon at boot camp!

You can rest assured they will be treated fairly at least.

No favoritism going on here.

Anyone who misbehaves shall be sent to solidarity confinement and left there until....Idk

If they want a snack they WILL have to fight one another in a duel to the death.

Or at least until one of them falls down and cries.

To the winner go the cookies.

Or more accurately maybe some giant space hamster jerky.

Karlach

This is assuming her engine has been fixed, naturally.

The kids absolutely love Auntie K.

Legit can carry them all on her shoulders at once.

She gives the best hugs too and is always so nice and warm.

She is up to play any games with them! Especially ones where she pretends to be a monster and chases them around.

Very protective of the little ones.

Brings them new stuffies each time she visits.

You MUST remind her constantly to watch her language around the little ones!

Gale

Arrives via magic portal.

Brings Tara to help him.

Takes it very personally if one of the children don't like him.

Tries to impress them via magic and creates a magical illusion to entertain the kiddos.

Attempts to teach them everything he knows about the weave.

Takes it very hard if the children fall asleep during his lecture.

Must be consoled by Tara.

If any take an interest in the weave they immediately become his favorite.

You'll probably end up coming home to your home appliances floating or having some kind of enchantment on them.

Halsin

Yes he turns into a bear and lets them ride on his back.

Most time is spent outside enjoying nature and all of its beauty.

Will carry the littlest one on his shoulders at all times.

Always brings healthy snacks, mostly fruit like apple slices.

Proceeds to take them to a nearby pond to feed the ducks.

Widdles them little animal figures to play with.

No TV or video games. The thought of technology taking over their lives makes him sick.

We play outside or we don't play at all.

Doesn't mind them grabbing at his ears, if they can even reach them that is!

He has to remind one of them multiple times that he unfortunately cannot turn into a dragon.

Sad sad truth.

Shadowheart

Makes cute little flower crowns with them.

Helps the little ones feel better if any of them are afraid of the dark.

Is very good at comforting them.

Possibly might be one of the older one's first goth girl crush.

Badmouths Lae'zel in front of them shamelessly.

Always puts on a tim Burton movie or something for them to watch.

Definitely the reason for any of their emo phases.

They think she's really cool though.

Wyll

Always the first to volunteer to babysit.

Man has the patience of a saint and can handle even the most unruly of children.

Always talks them up and is very careful to never put them down.

Tells them all kinds of exciting stories of his time as the Blade.

Makes sure to adjust them to be suitable for the kiddos.

Leaves out the scary parts.

If any of them are mean to one another and can't get along he's the type to make them each say something nice about the other as a punishment.

Let's them play with toy swords and teaches them a thing or two about using them.

Never raises his voice at them. Is super calm and collected.

Loves them all to pieces!

Also may or may not take them out to get ice cream if they're good.

Astarion

Assuming this is Spawnstarion we're talking about because the vampire Ascendant would just laugh in your face if you asked him then slam the door on you.

Our sweet little spawn will also likely laugh and think you're joking at first.

"You seriously want a vampire to watch over your children?"

Assuming you pay him and be sure to give him big sweet puppy dog eyes he may consider it.

This man is a very not my child not my problem kind of guy.

Gets annoyed with all the children asking tedious vampire questions and responds with very sarcastic answers.

Does not approve of them wanting to touch his ears.

Agrees to let them see his fangs in hopes to scare them (the mischievous little shit).

The children instead think they're cool, which confuses him. He really isn't sure how to feel about it.

Threatens to eat them if they get on his nerves.

Spends most of the time on the sofa, boredly reading a magazine or watching television.

Miraculously takes a shine to one of the younger girls who call him pretty and compliments his clothes and hair.

This is also given the girl is a little mischief gremlin who pulls pranks on her older siblings.

He lets her paint his nails purple or red while she gossips about her mother/father's new partner or her siblings.

Unapologetically shows her favoritism and lets her sit on his lap and watch TV with him.

Will not bat an eye if the other children run a muck and destroy shit.

Legit just keeps watching TV. Probably some drama filled 'reality' show.

He actually finds the chaos caused by the children quite amusing.

One of the children somehow ends up on the roof.

Once the parents are home and it's time to leave. The youngest girl gives him a hug.

His eyes get all big and round and almost threaten to tear up.

Astarion is not asked to babysit again.

Sorry some of them are so short, I mostly write for Astarion so I'm not very confident at doing the other characters.

Hope you like it though!

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion #lae'zel x reader #lae'zel of k'liir #shadowheart #shadowheart x reader #wyll ravengard #wyll x reader #gale dekarios #Gale x reader #karlach x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 headcanons #baldur's gate 3 headcanons #halsin x reader

[thechekhov]

Since you've covered a pretty big bit of the manga so far, can I ask what are your opinions on it? Deeper than just the quick reactions you've shared with us so far.

What are your opinions about the manga's characters? Its pacing? The mystery element? The magic system? What areas do you think it succeeds, and what areas do you think could be better?

I understand if you're reversing judgment until you finish, but you've also read quite a bit of the story so far. Idk, I'm just curious!

Especially seeing as you're a writer yourself, so I imagine you have a different perspective on how the story functions as, well, a story!

Oh, hmmm... that's an interesting question.

As of right now I'm on chapter 35-36 so I'm about a third through the story. The first major arc (find dragon, yoink falin out of its body, etc) has kinda happened, and we're hitting some larger world arcs.

As you mentioned, I DO want to withold judgement but for now... But I will say what I think thus far, with full awareness that my mind might be changed later depending on circumstances.

Comment 1: The manga is finished! Actually, just knowing that makes me feel like it's a more cohesive storyline.

Maybe I'm boring, but I'm not a huge fan of neverending storylines in general. Naruto, Bleach, etc. They have their place in the forever-young-monster-of-the-week genre, and I know why so many manga just keep... on... publishing....... but I feel like there's a lot of merit to being able to just wrap up a story and say 'there, that's how it ends'.

Comment 2: Laios is very well developed, even at this point of the story. Senshi remains a mystery. Marcille... speedran her arc?

I think this is the closest thing I have to a criticism. While I think Laios' character is well-paced in its revelations throughout the series (the slow ramp-up from 'oh this guy is weird' to 'oh, this guy is a freak club card carrying member' to 'oh, this guy is the freak club president' was great!) Marcille is.... a little more of a mystery to me.

Now, perhaps my memory is bad. But I did find her turnaround at the end of the Red Dragon arc a bit... out of the blue?

Don't get me wrong. I think it's entirely believable. But I wish there had been more hints - or rather, more visible progress of her studies of ancient magic. I know it's been mentioned, and there WAS that chapter of her and Falin during their school years... but watching episode 2 of the show on netflix when she goes 'I feel useless, my magic doesn't help anyone :(' and then reading the manga and seeing her straight up go from 0 to 100 as she decides "we're gonna rearrange falin's bones and then I'mma raise her using this ancient technique I've been studying all along that I didn't tell you about because it was sus" is... a little bit of a turn?

Maybe it's on purpose! Maybe, when I read further about her personal journey, the pieces will fall into place more neatly. But compared to the rest of the characters, which seem relatively steady in their reveals (Laios, Chillchuck, Senshi) Marcille took a bit of a turn.

Which, again, isn't bad! It just seems contrasted to the rest of the team.

Comment 3: The magic system is more like a magic ecology.

Actually, in the beginning, I found the magic system Marcille used very vague. It was just a 'do what needs to be done' type of power with very few apparent limits or power balances aside from 'sometimes you run out of mana'. But I think at this point, I'm beginning to assume that the details of the magic are closer to the functions of an ecosystem or an organism, and therefore WHAT the magic does is kind of moot point. Marcille is just a little bacteria inside of the great intestine labyrinth of the dungeon, and she is using its energy to survive, like a sort of microfauna.

Comment 4: Man, the worldbuilding is cool. It's so cool.

I don't think I've seen another story that goes so deeply into dungeon ecosystems before this one. Not only are the people who live there fleshed out in terms of individual cultures and traditions and norms, there are also monsters that serve as a natural fauna that inhabits the halls of what OUGHT to be a mindless 'turn left and fall into a trap' setting!

There's sticking monsters into your world, and then there's 'digging out a trench 1 meter deep, pre-soaking the soil, inserting monster's roots lovingly into the spot, and then covering it with fertilizer and spritzing the leaves'. I don't doubt that there ARE other works that go into this level of detail, but the dedication and the ideas Kui-san has for this very much makes the dungeon a living part of this entire tale. :)

I'll probably have more to say later but for now.. that's about it!

#chekhov answers #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #chekhov reads dungeon meshi

[in-my-feels-probably]

Can we get a Daenerys x reader where r can shift into a wolf, and is like from the north? 

A Dragon In The North

Request: Can we get a Daenerys x reader where r can shift into a wolf, and is like from the north?

Hi! Thank you for the request! I’ve written a Stark!Reader before for other characters, but it’s so fitting for this that I’m gonna do it again, hope that’s alright. Reader isn’t technically a Stark, but was raised as one. Also, I made the reader a direwolf. 

This is only my second time writing for Daenerys, so I apologize if it’s a little rusty. Hopefully, this is what you were looking for. If not, let me know and I'm happy to alter this or write you something else. I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think!

(Warnings: none? idk, mentions of the Night King, mentions of Catelyn being cruel to Jon, and mentions of the deaths in the Stark family, let me know if i missed anything)

—

You didn’t know how it happened. 

Nobody in Winterfell was sure exactly how you could do it, but you had been able to shift into a direwolf at will since you were a small child. 

You had no parents to explain to you the cause. You didn’t even know who your parents were. You had been left at the gates of Winterfell when you were four years old, in the dead of winter. You would have froze to death if a guard hadn’t found you, and brought you to Lord Stark. 

At the time, his and Lady Stark’s children only consisted of Robb and Jon. 

Ned asked around the families of Winterfell to see if anyone knew who you belonged to, but nobody had an answer And nobody wanted you, slightly afraid of your abilities. 

Sansa had not been born yet, and Catelyn had always wanted a daughter. With a little convincing from Ned, they took you in as their own. After all, the direwolf was the sigil of House Stark. It was only fitting. 

As House Stark grew, so did your relationship with its children. You got along well with the rest of the family, and they always treated you like a sister. For some of them, you were all they had ever known, it was only natural for them to think of you as such. For others, like Robb, he was too young to remember you as anything else but his sister, even if you weren’t in actuality. 

Despite the acceptance from your family, you were not given the name Stark like the other children, just as Jon wasn’t. Catelyn treated you as her own, more so than she ever treated Jon, but she never referred to you as a Stark.

You took on the name Snow, just as he did. 

It was no secret that you two were the closest amongst the Stark children. Even after the rest of them were born, you remained closest to Jon. 

As children, his favorite trick in the world was seeing you shift. 

You could remember the night he had finally awoken from his sickness when he was but a mere child, still too weak to stand. You stayed by his side the entire time. Catelyn had watched over his bed for days as well, praying to the Gods to keep him alive. She promised them that if they let him live, she would love him as her own, just as she did you. 

They granted her wish, and he lived. And she couldn’t fulfill her promise. 

The second he awoke, a hate filled her eyes like none you had ever seen. She didn’t say a word to him. She only patted your hand, unable to stop her hateful glare towards Jon as she left the room. 

Jon had nearly burst into tears, knowing the only Mother figure he had ever known had no real love for him. 

But you did. 

He was your brother, blood or not. And you refused to see him upset. You had immediately shifted, curling up into his side, nudging your snout into his ribs. 

It pulled a laugh from him, and he shooed you away from his side. 

“You shed way worse as a wolf than you do as a human, you know. You’re getting fur all over my bed.”

You shifted back, narrowing your eyes at him. “Your blanket is made of fur, idiot. It’s quite literally covered in it. And to think I felt bad for you. I was trying to cheer you up.”

He rolled his eyes at your dramatics. “I didn’t say you had to shift back. I was simply letting you know that you were getting fur on my bed.”

“And I am simply letting you know that I have literal claws. Would you like a demonstration on how to use them?”

Despite how often you teased him, you never let anyone else tease him, especially if it was for something as cliche as harassing him about his parentage. 

You never understood why people looked down on him for it and not you. Maybe it was because you were a Lady, and it was easier to be nice to you. Maybe it was because everyone knew you didn’t actually have any Stark blood in you, and so you weren’t technically a Stark or a Snow. 

You weren’t anything. 

That didn’t matter to you. Jon was your brother. And you weren’t afraid to show people that while he may only be half wolf, you were full blooded. Teeth, claws, and all. And you weren’t afraid to use them. 

—

Direwolves hadn’t been seen beyond the Wall in hundreds of years. They were thought to be extinct. 

That is, until one had shown up on the outskirts of Winterfell. She was dead, with five pups huddled into her side. 

Jon convinced Ned to let his children keep the direwolves. Five pups, one for each child. And of course, the sixth pup, the runt of the litter. 

He was given to Jon, and named Ghost, for his all white fur. 

You nearly smacked Jon when he complained to you about it. “Are you kidding? You have a literal direwolf, and you’re complaining about getting the runt of the litter? Have you forgotten that I am quite literally the only direwolf you or anyone in this castle has seen for hundreds of years?”

“He’s smaller than the rest, all white, with red eyes, Y/N. At least you look scary.”

That was true enough. In direwolf form, your coat was completely black, so dark that you looked like a shadow. You stood tall, much larger than any wolf you had ever seen. Your eyes shone a brilliant green, a color most unusual for a wolf. 

The green was all that physically connected you between your human form and your wolf form. In your human form, you easily passed as human. Except for your eyes. They shone that brilliant green all the time. 

You scoffed at his words. 

“A direwolf, Jon. You have a direwolf. I happen to think he’s very handsome,” you said, running a hand through the fur of the little pup in your lap. 

“I think he likes you better than me,” Jon mused, placing Ghost back in his lap. 

“Maybe because I don’t make fun of him directly to his face.”

—

Jon grew to love Ghost nearly as much as he loved you and his siblings. 

His previous words were the words of an immature boy, too young to appreciate what had been given to him. 

Ghost accompanied Jon to the Wall, to war, and everywhere in between and beyond. He was always by his side, loyal like no other. Over the years, he became one of the closest companions Jon had left. 

House Stark dissipated as the years went by, victim to the tragedies of conflict and war. 

By the time you met Danaerys Targaryen, half of your family and their direwolves were dead. 

Once Jon left for the Wall, and your sisters left for King’s Landing, you decided to travel as well. After all, you were a Snow. Bastard or not, your future didn’t matter as much to your House. So you left Winterfell. 

It was a decision you had come to regret. All of you came to regret leaving home. But how could you have known? 

One of the few perks of leaving was getting the chance to meet the Targaryen Queen you had heard so much about. 

In truth, you wanted to see a dragon in person for the first time. It had always been a dream of yours, ever since you learned the histories of Vhagar and her rider Visenya, a tale that was one of yours and Arya’s favorites. 

Your travels brought you to Meereen, a city that had recently been freed from slavery. Under the guise of an independent soldier, a rogue knight much like your sister Arya, or Brienne of Tarth, you came into Daenaerys’s services. You started as an envoy of Westeros, knowledgeable in both the Westerosi Houses, as well as the allies and enemies amongst the realm. You later joined her ranks as a soldier, and also an advisor, much like Missandei. 

You grew close to Danaerys, coming to love her as more than your Queen. She loved you back, at least as much as she could allow herself. 

In spite of this, you never told her about your true form. She knew vaguely of your childhood with the Starks, but only that you had been brought up with them. She knew nothing of your abilities. 

You considered telling her, when you heard word of Jon’s death. 

The news broke you, shattering you to your very core. Just as you thought you would never have a reason to return to the North again, you heard whispers that he was alive, back from the dead. 

You guarded your secret once more.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Daenerys. You did, with your life itself. But dragons and wolves amongst your families never got along, and you both knew this. The history between the Targaryens and the Starks was a rocky one, and neither one of you wanted to be the one to topple that tower. 

When you heard news of Sansa returning to Winterfell, having been married to Ramsay Bolton, you knew it was time to leave for good. 

You had to help her. 

Danaerys allowed you to go. She admired your loyalty, and she knew she would see you again one day. You promised to return to her when you could. The Iron Throne would be hers, if you had anything to say about it. 

The Lannisters responsible for decimating your family would be destroyed, if it was the last thing you ever did. 

—

By the time you made it back to the North, Sansa had already fled. You somehow made your way to the wall, reuniting with her and Jon. 

You fought with them in the Battle of the Bastards, far more useful to them in your wolf form. You were there when Jon was named King in the North, so happy for him it brought you to tears. He didn’t want it, you knew that. But your House was slowly reforming together, the North was beginning to accept you again, Stark or not. It was more than you could ever ask for. 

Jon and Sansa couldn’t quite believe you when you finally told them where you had been all that time. 

When you learned of the Night King and his army of the dead, it was you that had convinced Jon to go to Daenerys. You weren’t asking him or Sansa to bend the knee, you knew it was too much to ask of them after all they had been through. 

But you truly believed in Daenerys’s claim. She wanted to break the wheel, and you intended to do it with her. 

And you couldn’t very well do it if the army of the dead killed you all before she could back the throne. 

So it was decided. You needed dragon glass. Dragonstone, Daenerys’s familial seat, had tons and tons of it, waiting to be mined. You knew Jon wouldn’t be able to convince her to let the North mine it on his own, so you accompanied him. You knew she’d listen to you, and believe you, even if she had not seen the monsters for herself. 

—

When you arrived at Dragonstone, the Unsullied, Dothraki, and Tyrion Lannister greeted you on the shores. 

“It is good to see you, My Lady,” Tyrion said, warily looking between you and Jon. “Our Queen has missed you.”

“I was one of her best soldiers,” you replied, grinning over at Grey Worm, who was taking the Northmen’s weapons. “I’m sure my lack of presence was felt.”

Grey Worm smirked at your words, letting you keep your blades on you. “Was it? I did not notice.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, letting him and the rest of the Queensguard guide you across the long bridge perched in the clouds that let to the castle. 

“Get up to much while you were gone, then?” Jon asked you once he reached your side, humor evident in his voice. 

“Not much,” you shrugged your shoulders, grinning when he gave you an incredulous look. 

All of a sudden, Drogon broke through the clouds, letting out a shrill roar. 

Your brother and his men dived for the ground, shielding their heads with their hands. You remained standing, laughing at Jon’s reaction as he shakily stood, a look of shock and potential terror etched upon his face. You waited till Drogon disappeared over to the other side of the castle before you kept walking. 

“I forgot to warn you,” Tyrion called over his shoulder, grinning at the Northmen. “You never get used to it.”

Once inside, you followed behind Jon, Ser Davos, and the guards who accompanied you as everyone made their way to the Throne Room. Once you arrived, Jon stopped you before the guards pushed open the doors. 

“Wait here,” he ordered, and you reluctantly obeyed. “I am asking her to believe in quite a lot, all from a man she has never met. For all she knows, I am just like the men that tore apart her family.” 

“You’re not—“ You started, but he cut you off. 

“I know that. But she doesn’t. She’s never met me, she has no reason to believe that anything I say is true. But she has met you. I’m hoping you’re enough to sway her. If this doesn’t go how we need it to, I need you to be the solution. She trusts you, she’ll listen to you. She’ll be happy to see you. But we may need the wolf to persuade her. Wait here until I call you in. Please.” 

You sighed, but nodded. “Alright. I trust you. Be quick about it, then. I did actually miss her and am eager to see her, you know. I think you’re going to really like her, once you get to know her.”

Jon smiled at your words, happy to see you talk so highly of Daenerys. Love was not an easy thing to come by. He was glad you had known the feeling at least once in your lifetime. 

“I hope so. Now wait here.”

The guards guided him and Ser Davos in, shutting the door behind him.

—

After what seemed like forever, the door to the Throne room finally reopened. Jon stepped out, a grim look on his face. 

“Get in here.”

“It’s not going well, I take it?” You asked, suddenly beginning to worry.

“I fear I may have upset her.”

“Shocking,” you retorted. “You’ve always had such a way with words.”

Jon rolled his eyes, brushing past your comment. “That’s why you’re here. I need you to help me talk to her. She knows you’re kin to me, but that’s not enough. We have to give her a reason to trust us both, not just you. She needs to see we have nothing to hide, that our intentions are true. Our lives depend on her saying yes, Y/N. Don’t forget that.”

You nodded your head, taking a shaky breath. 

“Wolf it is, then.”

You quickly transformed, shrinking down to half Jon’s height. He gave you a nod, opening the door to the Throne Room, letting you in.

Daenerys stood from her throne, slowly making her way down the steps to stand in front of you both. Her guards followed her down, but she held a hand up, stopping them from continuing. She looked at you wide eyed, glancing between you and Jon. 

“You brought a wolf into my home? Have you gone mad?”

Jon shook his head, lightly correcting her. 

“A direwolf, actually. But no, Your Grace. I brought my sister.”

Slowly, you transformed next to him, coming to stand at Jon’s side once again. 

Daenerys let out a small gasp as you appeared before her, her eyes softening on your frame. The wolf was foreign to her. But she should have recognized those eyes. They were unmistakable. 

“Y/N?” She asked, wavering to approach you. 

“My Queen,” you said, bowing your head. 

It took a lot for the wolf in you to bend the knee. It was a constant struggle within yourself, making decisions with your mind and not just your heart. All your life, it was a challenge to get the two to align. The wolf was stubborn, unrelenting. 

But it kneeled for Daenerys Targaryen, rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and heir to the Iron Throne. You had no problem getting it to relent. 

And Daenerys understood that. 

She approached you with soft eyes, laying her hand on your cheek. “Y/N?”

You nodded, pressing your cheek into her palm. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I figured my brother would need some help convincing you to help us. And it just so happens that I already know the Queen he’s asking.” 

“How did you…how long have you—why didn’t you tell me?”

“I know. I know I should have. There’s just never been the right time to. I promise you, I was going to tell you. But then we got word of Sansa, and I left before I had the time to.”

You glanced over your shoulder to see Jon, warily looking between the two of you. You took a step back, laying a hand on his shoulder. 

“I heard my brother was alive. I had to go see him, I had to fight.”

Daenerys’s eyes widened, and she took another step towards you. “I heard news about a direwolf in battle. Fighting for the King in the North. Not a white one, I already know of Ghost. But a black one, with bright green eyes.”

“Aye, that was her,” Jon said, finally piping in. “Y/N fought for us.”

“Then you believe his words?” She asked, turning to you. “An army of the dead. You’ve seen it?”

“I haven’t, Your Grace,” you admitted. “But I trust my brother with my life. And if he says he’s seen it, then it’s real. And we have to do something about it. Right now.”

Jon laid a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back. He gave you a look that said, be nice. This is our only shot. You relented, letting him speak.

“I am not asking you to believe me, Your Grace. But believe her. The dragon glass on Dragonstone can be mined in order to make weapons capable of fighting them. We’re asking that you let us mine it, if nothing else. We’ll be quick, I promise. We won’t stand in your way. And then we’ll be gone.”

“Let the King in the North mine dragon glass? What will my enemies think of me when they hear word of it?”

“They’ll think you’re smart to listen to a man who’s seen the North. The real North. They’re a fool if they think otherwise, and they’ll get what’s coming to them,” you said, giving her a look of pleading. 

“Please, Your Grace,” Jon asked. “I am not only doing this for the North. They named me King, but I did not ask for it. All I want is to keep my people safe.”

“It would be keeping you safe,” you added.

Daenerys raised a brow. “What do you mean?” 

“Winter is coming. The dead will come after us all, not just my House. If you let us do this, you’re saving yourself and your people as well.”

It was quiet a moment. You could practically hear your own heart beating. Finally, she nodded.

“I will allow it. I’m not saying I believe you…but I don’t think you’re lying, either. Take what you must. The rest can be discussed later.”

You felt relief flood your chest, looking over at Jon to see he felt it as well. 

“Thank you, Your Grace,” he said, giving her a grateful nod.

She nodded in return, before turning to you. “Y/N? Come with me.”

With that, she turned for the hall at the back of the room. You gave Jon a look that said you’d be alright, and followed after her. She waved her guards away, leaving the two of you alone. You finally caught up to her around the corner, stifling a gasp when she threw her arms around your neck. 

“I should have known it was you. I’ve missed those eyes.”

You melted into her embrace, holding her tight. “I’ve missed you, Dany. I wish I could have returned sooner.”

“It seems you’ve kept yourself busy,” she mused, cupping your jaw once more.

“I supposed I have,” you said, leaning into her touch. “But I’ve come back to you…if you’ll have me.”

Her eyes softened on you, and you felt her swipe her thumb across your cheekbone. She leaned in, resting her forehead against hers. 

“Of course I’ll have you.”

—

You couldn’t have anticipated the events that occurred in the following weeks. 

Daenerys returned to the North with you, bringing her army and her dragons. When you approached Winterfell, Jon led the front on horseback. Daenerys followed close behind on horseback as well, except she had a black direwolf leading the way in front of her. 

The people of the North lined up to see you come in, eyes wide as the Dothraki and Unsullied marched through the gates. Screams of terror could be heard as the three dragons passed overhead. You wished you were able to laugh as a wolf, amused by their reaction. Tyrion was right. You never get used to it. 

As plans were made, the North slowly adjusted to a Targaryen Queen sleeping beneath their skies. After all, the skies were normally occupied by her in the day. 

One evening, you found her sitting in front of the fire in the empty meeting hall. 

“Cold, Your Grace?” You mused, knowing that the blood of the dragon runs hot. She barely mustered a laugh, making you frown. You sat opposite of her, taking her hand. 

“What is it?” 

“Your sister doesn’t like me,” she finally answered. 

You smiled at the thought of Sansa, squeezing her hand tight. “My sister doesn’t like anyone. The North don’t take too kindly to strangers. There’s too much history there. Do you need her to like you?”

“I don’t need to be liked to rule. But I would like to be respected.”

You nodded, pondering her words for a moment. 

“You’re a lot alike, you know. I think Sansa does respect you, and that bothers her. The last time a Targaryen and a Stark were in a room together, the Stark ended up dead. I think she’s struggling with the fact that you’ve made her look past that.”

Daenerys didn’t answer, making you frown. You continued. 

“She’s been through a lot, love. It’ll take time, both for her and for the North. But they’ll come to see you just as I see you. It didn’t take Jon long, did it? They’ll follow him, which means they’ll follow you, eventually. I promise.”

“And you follow me?” She asked, turning to you. The look of vulnerability in her eyes broke your heart.

“I’d follow you anywhere. You know I would.”

She smiled at your words, relaxing a bit. If she could get a direwolf to follow her, a creature of the true North, then the rest of the North would follow. Everything would be alright. 

“That’s enough for me,” she grinned, squeezing your hand tight. “You’re enough for me.”

—

A/N - Hi! Hope this is what you were looking for, and I hope you enjoyed it!

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Miracles don't exist | 38: The day I lost you

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): idk man... lot happens here A/n: y'all are not gonna be happy with next week, let me tell you that [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

"Well, well. What brings you here, Potter?"

You whip around. Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle stand with their wands pointed at the two of you.

Harry moves in front of you, handing you the diadem. "I could ask you the same."

"You have something of mine. I'd like it back." His eyes flicker towards the wand in Harry's hand. Oh… your cousin lost his wand to Harry? How interesting.

"Draco", you say cautiously, drawing the attention towards you. "Stop, please. Think for a moment. Is this really what you want? Or is this Uncle Lucius' ideas of the world?"

The blond's wand lowers for a moment before he renews his stance. "I have to… You know I have to." Sorrow fills his face briefly before it's gone and replaced with an angry sneer pointed at Harry.

"Come on, Draco", whispers Goyle, egging your cousin on. "Don't be a prat. Do him."

Draco seems to hesitate for a moment. His eyes flickered between Harry and you.

Suddenly, a spell gets cast from behind you and disarms Draco. You gasp, whipping around. Hermione and Ron are absolutely soaked and Hermione has a triumphant look on her face.

Goyle fires the killing curse at her and Hermione manages to deflect it. The three Slytherin boys run off with Ron in pursuit.

The diadem has managed to fly out of Harry's hands and landed on top of a pile of old furniture. The three of you climb and struggle against the tables and chairs and even a pair of couch cushions before Harry manages to finally grab the diadem.

Once back on the ground, you have not even a minute to collect yourself before Run comes running back, screaming something. "Goyle's set the bloody place on fire!", he yells out as he passes you, grabbing Hermione's hand and sprinting away.

A gigantic snake made of fire comes slithering around the corned and opens its beak. "Oh shit!", you yell and follow after Hermione and Ron.

The heat is scorching as flames fill the chamber. You conjure a wall of water but it boils almost immediately. Harry pulls you away before a fire dragon bakes you like a cake.

In the scuffle, the four of you have worked yourself to a dead end, fire on three sides and a wall of trunks on the other. You look around and spot a couple of brooms. You sigh deeply, knowing what needs to be done.

"Here!", you throw the brooms towards the others and you push yourself off. Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.

"Come on! This way!" Ron points towards the exit, but your eyes catch something.

It's Daco! He has started to climb up a tower to escape the flames, but it's catching up to him. "Draco!", you yell, catching the attention of the blond. You steer your broom towards him and hold out your hand, ignoring the protest of the others.

The first time you miss, a panicked cry escapes you. The second time it's a success and you let Draco take the reigns of the broom.

You escape just barely thanks to Hermione and you come to a screeching halt outside of the chamber. Rolling over the ground, you manage to snatch Draco's leg and pull him towards you.

"You prick! You daft idiot! You bloody nitwit! You-!" A feeling like being stabbed before heat burning your insides makes you stop your assault. You crumple to the ground, gasping for air.

Something weird is happening. It's cold. So so cold. Doesn't matter that you've just escaped the fire pits of hell. You're freezing and Draco's hands scorch your skin.

He looks over you in concern, the same look in his eyes he had in the toilets last year. "What's happening?! Do something?!", he yells out to the Golden Trio.

The conversation that they have is muffled as you focus on your cousin. "Go", you whisper, clutching his arm. "Flee. Now is your chance."

Draco nods and starts sprinting away. Ron wants to chase him but your hand on his wrist stops him. You've managed to get yourself in a sitting position, resting against a wall. "Please."

Ron hesitates for a moment but stands down eventually. He goes to Hermione and wraps a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"What's the plan next?", you ask, dusting off your pants. You're still unsteady on your feet but you need to continue.

"The snake", is all Harry says and you nod. Because you know. You've always felt her, deep down. The way she acted around you, all points towards her being a Horrcrux.

You nod and follow after them. They need every help they can get.

You're shooting spells left and right, disarming Death Eaters and pulling students out of danger's way. Sometimes a Death Eater recognises you. Some hesitate to attack you, others use unforgivables without a second thought. You make sure those get sent right back to their sender.

Eyes scanning across the stairway to check if it's safe, something catches your eye. Or rather… someone. Dark curls stick to a sweaty and bloody forehead as he is struck down by a Death Eater.

You can't stop yourself and call out his name. "THEODORE!" You raise your wand and with a powerful blast, the wizard that towered over him is disintegrated to dust.

Ignoring the calls for your name, you rush towards Theo and grab his face. Tears fill your eyes as you brush off the Death Eater dust, the rough texture of an outgrown stubble a new but welcome feeling. A laugh escapes you at the big, dumbfounded look he gives you.

With a trembling hand, he traces calloused fingertips over your lips. He seems mesmerised, not believing that it's really you. "You're just as beautiful as the day I lost you."

A sob escapes you before crashing your lips against his. Theo lets out a 'hmmpf!' before closing his eyes, a hand holding the back of your neck. Your hand travels from his chest to his face, cradling it and keeping him close.

For a moment, the two of you forget the war raging around you and just kiss like your life depends on it. It's only you and him back at the summer home. A low hum escapes you, and you feel Theo smile against your lips.

A spell exploding next to your faces makes the two of you jump up and you fling a spell back at the caster. You look back down to Theodore. His eyes are wide and his lips parted. Unconsciously you bite your bottom lip as you help him off the ground.

For a moment the two of you stare at each other before you snap out of it and begin to fight back to back. Your hands are clasped together as you pull each other out of harm's way.

As Theo pushes you to hide behind a pillar, something weird happens. The fighting stops.

The Dark Lord's voice echoes through your head and you clutch on tightly to Theo. "You have fought valiantly… but in vain, I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity."

Theo clutches his head in pain as the speaking finally stops. Around you, Death Eaters disappear in clouds of black. The castle is destroyed and bodies litter the hallways.

"Are you okay? Nothing hurts?", you ask quickly, grabbing Theo's head in yours and wiping away dust. He gives you a small smile while holding your hands.

Looking around, you swallow thickly. "Let's… let's go to the Great Hall." Theo helps you over debris and down the stairs, his hands never leaving yours.

Once you've passed the threshold, your eyes scan around. Looking for familiar faces. Dead or alive. You see many classmates luckily alive. But also a few that haven't gotten so lucky. Swallowing thickly, you watch as Professor Trewlany covers Lavender Brown's lifeless body with a thick blanket.

A call of your and Theo's names pulls you away and Sirius comes limping towards the both of you. Letting out a relieved sigh, you rush towards the man and hug him.

"Oh praise Merlin. Glad you're alive. Both of you." Sirius holds you close while he clasps Theo's shoulder. "Good to see you, son."

"Likewise, sir", nods Theo.

For a moment, even if it's just brief, almost all the people you care about are safe with you. If you only knew where Draco ran off to…

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[ravewing]

Would you have time to explain a little bit about Flame, I don’t remember much from the books, maybe your favourite part about Flame, what makes Flame so much greater and underrated compared to the others?

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION SO I CAN RANT ABOUT FLAME HELLO !!!!

OK SO BASICALLY HE WAS RAISED IN THE TALONS OF PEACE, HE WAS THERE BECAUSE HIS MOTHER, AVALANCHE DIDNT WANT HIM TO BE DRAFTED INTO THE WAR AS A CHILD BUT THIS LED TO HIM HAVING TO MOVE AROUND PYRRHIA OFTEN, NEVER HAVING A REAL PLACE HE COULD CALL HOME

HE ALONG WITH THE OTHER FIVE ALTERNATES GREW UP THERE BUT THEY DIDNT KNOW THAT THEY WERE THE 'DRAGONETS' UNTIL THE PROLOGUE OF BOOK THREE WHERE MORROWSEER TOLD THEM BECAUSE HE WAS DISAPPOINTED WITH THE REAL ONES

BOOK FOUR WAS WHERE HE GOT THE MOST SCREEN (BOOK?) TIME, HE WAS INTRODUCED TO STARFLIGHT BY FATESPEAKER AFTER HE MET HIS FATHER; THIS IS WHEN FLAME AND THE OTHER ALTERNATES ARE ORDERED TO KILL HIM, FLAME AND OCHRE ARE FOUND BY NIGHTWING GUARDS AND ARE PLACED IN THE DUNGEON FOR THE NIGHT (THIS IS WHERE HE MET MIDBRINGER AND DEVELOPED AN INTEREST IN BECOMING AN ASSASSIN)

THE NEXT DAY HE AND THE REST OF THE ALTERNATES + STARFLIGHT ARE FORCED TO FLY GOD KNOWS HOW MANY MILES TO A SKYWING GUARD OUTPOST WHERE HE MEETS PROBABLY THE FIRST DRAGONS FROM HIS TRIBE ASIDES FROM THE TALONS, AND JUST AS HE GETS TO KNOW THEM THE NIGHTWINGS BURN THE WHOLE FUCKING PLACE DOWN RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS EYES!! WHAT THE FLIP!!!

THEN HE HAS TO FLY ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE VOLCANO AFTER EXPERIENCING THE MOST TRAUMATIC THING HE HAD EVER SEEN!! IMAGINE BEING LIKE 16 YEARS OLD (I THINK THATS WHAT TUI SAID 6 DRAGON YEARS WAS) AND SEEING SOME OF THE FIRST DRAGONS YOUVE MET OF YOUR TRIBE GET BURNED ALIVE IN FRONT OF YOU WHAT THE FUCK

AND THEN THE NEXT FUCKING DAY MORROWSEER GETS THEM ALL TO FIGHT AND HE GETS HIS FACE FUCKED UP BY VIPERS TAIL AND GOD KNOWS HOW MUCH THAT HURT LIKE?? OW?? AND THEN SHE FALLS INTO THE LAVA AND GUESS WHAT??? SHE GETS FUCKING BURNED ALIVE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!!! ONE OF THE PEOPLE THAT HE FUCKING GREW UP WITH JUST!!! WHAT

OH YEAH AND SOMETIME AROUND THIS HE AND OCHRE STEAL THE DREAMVISITOR FROM STARFLIGHT BUT THATS PRETTY MUCH IRRELEVANT

ANYWHO HES IN THE INFIRMARY AND THEN FATESPEAKER AND STARFLIGHT GET HIM TO HELP THEM ESCAPE AND USE HIS NEWLY SCARRED FACE TO DO SO AND ALL THE NIGHTWING GUARDS THEY SHOW HIS SCAR TO GO "EW" "GROSS" "YUCK" LIKE OMFG I FELT SO BAD FOR HIM LIKE??? WHAT

ANYWHO THE RAINWINGS TAKE CARE OF HIM UNTIL THE MIDDLE OF BOOK FIVE WHEN THE REAL DRAGONETS GO TO THE TALONS TO SEND A MESSAGE TO BLISTER I THINK? IDK BUT THERE HE FOLLOWS THEM AND SEES HIS MOM AGAIN AND THEY HUG AND HE CRIES AND ITS REALLY SAD AND EMOTIONAL BECAUSE LIKE IMAGINE EXPERIENCING THE GREATEST TRAUMA YOUVE EVER HAD IN A SPAN OF THREE CONSECUTIVE DAYS AND YOU FINALLY SEE THE ONE PERSON WHO CARES ABOUT YOU ABD YOU JUST. BURST INTO TEARS

ANYWHO THEN HE GETS SENT TO JMA AND THEN THAT FUCKING CAVE GETS BURNT UP IN AN EXPLOSION KILLING ONE OF HIS CLAWMATES AND INJURING THE OTHER LIKE GEE WHIZ THAT CANT BRING BACK ANY BAD MEMORIES!!

AND THEN AT THAT ASSEMBLY WE CAN TELL FROM MOON READING HIS MIND HOW MUCH THOSE FEW DAYS IN BOOK FOUR FUCKED HIM UP LIKE I COULD TALK FOREVER ABOUT HIS THOUGHTS BUT UH YEAH AND HE SENSES MOON READING HIS MIND AND FUCKING KICKS HER OUT I FEEL LIKE NOBODY TALKS ABOUT THAT

AND BASICALLY HE CONTINUES LIVING HIS LIFE AT JMA UNTIL FUCK ASS SHIT FUCK MIDSTALKER SHOWS UP AND HES ALL "OH FLAME IM GONNA HEAL YOUR FACE" AND FLAME IS SKEPTICAL AND DOESNT BELIEVE HIM BECAUSE NOBODY HAS EVER EVER DONE ANYTHING NICE FOR HIM (OH YEAH I FORGOT THIS WAS TOUCHED ON WHEN STARF AND FATESPEAKER WENT TO GET HIM OUT OF THE VOLCANO WHEN THEY SAID THEY WERE GONNA SAVE HIM AND HE WAS LIKE "WHY WOULD YOU SAVE ME?" THAT WAS REALLY SAD TOO) AND THEN DARKSTALKER DOES WITH THAT PURPLE FLOWER BUT ITS ALSO HEAVILY HEAVILY IMPLIED THAT HE ENCHANTED FLAME TO KILL STONEMOVER SO THEN HE COULD SAVE THE DAY AND LOOK GOOD FOR MOON COS HES A FUCKING CREEP

ALSO DURING THIS SCENE WHEN DS HEALS FLAMES FACE TURTLE THINKS TO HIMSELF HOW FLAME LOOKED INFINITELY YOUNGER AND HOW HE FELT BAD FOR JUDGING FLAME FOR HIS 'SCARY LOOKS' OR WHATEVER AND THAT MADE ME REALLT SAD

ANYWHO ANEMONE FINDS FLAME AND IS LIKE "DARKSTALKERR I FOUND HIM HES THE ONE WHO TRIED TO KILL STONEMOVER :3" AND GUESS WHAT FUCK ASS FUCK MIDSTALKER DOES HE TAKES THE DREAMVISITOR BACK FROM HIS BAG AND IS ALL "FLAME YOURE A FUCKING LIAR LOL" (I HATE DARKSTALKER CAN YOU GUYS TELL) AND THEN HE TURNS HIS LIBRARY CARD INTO A FUCKING CAGE AND FUCKING IMPRISONS HIM DOWN THERE WITH STONEMOVER FOR ESSENTIALLY ALL OF BOOK NINE AND TEN LIKE?? HE IS 7 YEARS OLD. THE EQUIVALENT TO 18 HUMAN YEARS HES BARELY AN ADULT WHAT THE FUCKKKKK WHY DID TUI DO THAT TO HIM????

ANYWHO AT THE END OF BOOK TEN HE TAKES THE EARRING FROM QIBLI RELUCTANTLY SO HE CAN GET OUT OF THE CAGE BUT THEN HE HAS HIS SCAR BACK

AND THEN HE GOES TO WORK FOR THE HEALERS IN THE SKY KINGDOM AND UHH YEAH THATS ALL THE CANON FLAME CONTENT FROM WHAT I CAN RECALL !!

UHH MY FAVORITE PART ABOUT HIM IS PROBABLY HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS MOTHER, HOW SHES THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT HIM AND HOW HE ONLY EVER FELT VULNERABLE AND SAFE ENOUGH WITH HER TO CRY IN FRONT OF HER

I REALLY LIKE HIS INTERACTIONS WITH THE OTHER ALTERNATES THOUGH!! I LIKE THE IDEA OF HIM AND VIPER BEING FRIENDS AS DRAGONETS

IVE THOUGHT A LOT ABOUT HOW HE BOTTLES UP HIS ANGER AND TAKES IT OUT IN THE FORM OF SELF HATRED BECAUSE HE HAS NO OUTLET, NOBODY TO LEAN ON OR HELP HIM OUT

I THINK ABOUT THE DIFFERENCE IN HOW HE PERCEIVES HIS SCAR AND HOW DRAGONS LIKE QIBLI DO; QIBLI SEES HIS SCAR AS SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF, WHILE FLAME THINKS THAT HIS SCAR RUINED HIS LIFE AND HATES HIMSELF FOR IT

THERE ISNT ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR THAT MADE ME LIKE HIM MORE THAN OTHER CHARACTERS, I JUST THOUGHT HE WAS COOL WHEN I WAS IN THIRD GRADE AND WHEN I REREAD WOF IN 2020 I STARTED FIXATING ON HIM AND THEN I GOT TIKTOK AND STARTED POSTING ABOUT HIM AND THEN I STARTED SELF PROJECTING AND UHH YEAH HERE WE ARE LOL

ANYWHO I WOULD RANT MORE BUT I NEED TO WORK ON 30 DAYS OF FLAME ART THANK YOU FOR ASKING AND APOLOGIES FOR THE ESSAY

#flame wof #wings of fire #wof #ranting #can you guys guess who my favorite character is #rave rambles

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi, it's two part again. I'm glad you are doing great.

I just wanna drop by and send a hi to you. I'll spam your inbox soon, but for now I need to catch up with some stuffs. I'd love it if you write my ideas, since I'm not that great with romantic stuffs. Thanks for being supportive about my writing, though. I'm actually begin a long story for my OCs in One Piece world on Ao3 because you inspire me ehehe. (Also remember the devil fruit request of a dragon gal? That was me :> well actually not, I asked my friend to send it on my behalf)

I've also just read the One Last Dance. I shouldn't say it. I don't want to beg you or anything, but I need a sequel so badly. Lol. It was sooooo great, I love it so muchhhhh! Thank you for writing it. I know you are not writing request anymore so I'll have to imagine it myself ;v; I regret requesting a heartbreak so much cause now I just want Ace and Reader to be together *sobs*

I watched the stream on One Piece day and I can't stop thinking about the awakening of the devil fruits. Hmm if you don't mind chatting, what form do you think Ace and Sabo would have if the Mera Mera no Mi also has an awakened form? Like, I imagine Ace would kinda have an image that is devil-ish (cause he is "the child of the devil") while Sabo is more of a dragon image? Idk, it just pops in my head.

Aight, see you.

Two part anon! So you're exempt from my 'closed inbox' because I love you and you're amazing. (I have a handful of people who are always exempt from my closed inbox) I loved this idea, so I absolutely HAD to write it! I'll get to the devil fruit thing a little later once I manage to work my way through a few more other requests. I hope you enjoy this. It does have a little heartbreak, but I promise it's worth it.

Part 1: Just One More Dance

Warnings: some angst, fluff,

Word Count: 1780

     Things had become complicated since the day that he’d disappeared. You’d looked into the history of the necklace like he’d suggested… he’d been right, it was heartbreaking. A princess, beautiful and loving, she sought the same love that she gave. To all her people, she was kind and giving, none went hungry or cold, even the poorest of citizens had a home within her kingdom. Not even bandits or those from other kingdoms had been turned away. Though all those within the kingdom’s borders worked their hardest, it was only for the love of their princess and the love and kindness she showed for them. Thus a great search began to find a prince worthy of their princess. One kind and loving as she, one who would be best suited to her. Though long and arduous, their search yielded results and a kind prince was found. A meeting between the two, an arrangement merely for introduction. Indeed, they seemed a match well made. In an instant, she found herself falling for him, her people cheered and rejoiced, their princess would finally be given the love she deserved. But it was not to be, for the prince did not feel for her as she felt for him. Still, she strove to endure, perhaps he would love her in time. So they met again and again, the princess praying that he would love her. But her heart was shattered upon learning the news. An engagement of her prince to the cold princess to the north. She’d had many encounters with the princess of the north. A selfish girl, her subjects suffered simply so that she might live in luxury. Cruel and deaf to the pleas of her people. Yet the prince only had eyes for her. The princess’s heart bled as she attempted to endure for her people. A necklace, her most prized possession, a gift from her late father, said to contain within it, all the love held within the hearts of all of those who had worn it before. Magic held within the large heart shaped ruby set in the center. If she were to crush the stone, her wish would be granted and her love would be returned. Yet as she stood before the priceless gem, hammer raised to strike, she saw his smile reflected on its surface. She couldn't bring herself to shatter her most prized possession. Not simply because it was a gift from her father, but because she could not bring herself to force him to love her. But neither could she live with the pain of her heartbreak. She held the ruby to her heart and poured herself into it, all the love she’d felt for every person she’d felt for. The ruby’s color deepened, shining a brighter and brighter red. Only when she collapsed did she stop, one hand still laid upon the necklace, with no love left in her heart and only the pain of grief from the loss of the one she cared for most, her heart stuttered weakly once more before being found the following morning, her skin like ice and a brilliant ruby clutched tightly to her chest. 

     Once you’d finished reading the history of the necklace, your heart ached as you sobbed. You’d started turning your boyfriend away as you took several days off of work. The aching in your chest was unbearable and agonizing, leaving you confused and frustrated. When had your feelings turned into affection? Now, sitting once more at the table, you looked at the letter on your laptop. Did it sound alright? Could it be misconstrued? Would anyone else understand and show up by accident instead? You had to try though. Biting your lip, you pressed send. It would be published in the paper tomorrow, hopefully he would see it. 

     Leaning against the counter, Ace read through the paper. He missed his frequent chases with you, missed his banter with you. Granted, as a thief, he was different than as a barista, he’d taken a page from his brother’s book and dressed in nice clothes and a mask, acted as if he were some sort of sophisticated rich guy. No one would suspect the guy in nice clothes would be the barista in a stained apron. Pausing, his eyes caught the top of the next article, ‘To my Dance Partner’. It couldn’t be, could it? His eyes darted over the words, his heart pounding and aching at the same time. You wanted to meet with him. Was it a trick? A way for you to get him behind bars? Or did you really want to meet with him? He had to at least try, right? 

     Standing on a far building, he glanced over. You weren’t dressed in your usual police uniform. In fact, you were in a rather nice, full length dress, heels, gloves and a necklace. He even recognized the necklace. It was an imitation of the one he’d stolen. If it was a trap, you must have been pretty confident that it would work to wear such an outfit. Still, he’d be cautious. 

     Standing on the roof nervously, you watched as he jumped down from another building, onto the same roof where you stood. 

     “So you got my letter.” you said with a small smile before looking away.

     “I just hope this isn’t the trap that it looks like.” he said, slowly walking up to you.

     “No, no trap. I think you know I don’t work like that. Not when it comes to thieves.” You said, trying not to fidget.

     “Yeah, yeah I do. I hate to say that I know you better than you realize.” Ace said, his white gloved hands in his pockets as he stood in front of you. The two of you were so close.

     “One day, I’d like to know how you know me so well.” you said with a small laugh, making Ace chuckle.

     “Maybe one day I’ll tell you. So… why’d you want to meet if this isn’t a trap?” he asked, unsure of how to proceed.

     “One more dance. You said that last time would be our final dance, but what if this were a new party? Could we dance?” you asked, holding out a gloved hand. Ace smiled as he took your hand, pulling you close. Thankfully, he knew how to dance.

     You smiled as the two of you danced on the rooftop. Having only ever chased him around, you were, admittedly surprised, at how good of a dancer he was. As soon as your dance was finished, he pulled away.

     “I’m afraid this night must come to an end. I look forward to our next dance.” he said softly before walking backwards towards the edge and jumping off. He seemed to enjoy doing that. That was okay though. You’d had your dance and he’d said he looked forward to the next, you would meet again.

     The two of you would send letters again and again. Encrypted, through the newspaper, meeting on rooftops and dancing. A single dance before he would disappear once more. His thieving days were over, but he still met you as his persona, not wanting to reveal himself quite yet. You’d started going back to work once more, visiting Ace’s coffee shop in the mornings, but you’d stopped bringing your boyfriend. Though perhaps boyfriend wasn’t quite right anymore as you’d broken up with him. How could you continue dating him when your heart belonged to your dance partner? Now, you stood on yet another rooftop, holding his hand as he attempted to leave.

     “I… please don’t go this time.” you said softly, eyes pleading with him. How could he say no to those eyes.

     “I need to, Y/n, it’s the end of the night and we’ve shared our dance.” he said softly, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. You just shook your head.

     “It’s only 11 pm, the clock hasn’t struck midnight, Cinderella. And… I have something for you.” you said, your look turning slightly desperate. Ace nodded, staying where he was as you tentatively let go of his hand before hurrying over to the small bag you always brought with you. You quickly pulled something out before hurrying back. In one hand was… a hammer? He looked at you in confusion.

     “I… I’ve been saving up for quite a while, was planning on using it for something else, but I… I wanted to spend it on this instead.” you said, opening your other hand. It was a ruby heart. Not as large as the one set into the necklace in the museum, but a ruby heart nonetheless, “Said to contain all the love held within all the hearts of those who had worn it before. If she crushed the stone, her love would be returned. It’s… it’s not the ruby from the story, but maybe… maybe we could destroy this one together?” you offered, holding out the hammer. He smiled as he moved to stand behind you, his hand wrapping around yours. The both of you stood near the ledge, the gem sitting on the raised wall before you.

     “I’m glad I don’t have to die of heartbreak, my princess.” he whispered, pulling you in for a kiss as the two of you crushed the ruby. Pulling away, you gasped in shock. He’d pulled away his mask, revealing an all too familiar face.

     “Please don’t turn me in. Even now that you know who I am.” he pleaded. You smiled and shook your head. 

     “We just broke a very expensive rock. Why on earth would I turn you in after that?” you asked with a small giggle. Ace chuckled as he pulled you into another kiss.

     “Good, if you turned me in, I couldn’t dance with you anymore.” he said, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

     “Thinking of, where did you learn to dance that well?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

     “From the same person I got the idea for these stupid clothes, my brother. Figured, no one would suspect the thief dressed in a tux was the barista that spent his free time jogging or at the beach.” he said, making you laugh. 

     “I suppose you have a point.” you said with a smile. You gave him one more kiss, the two of you in a passionate lip lock. The news the next day would show a baffling headline that the priceless princess heart ruby had suddenly cracked down the center in the middle of the night, and while nobody would notice, too caught up in the damage to the gemstone, the brilliant red that shone had dulled, as if the magic from inside had disappeared. 

#one piece #one piece ace #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #op ace #hiken no ace #hiken no ace x reader #thief!ace

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

You could just provide the correct warnings for your Targ Ocs and put at the top that you are not cool with Targcest and the like and that just including it for continuity. just a suggestion because i would love to hear about your Targ ocs

Honestly… good idea.

I’ll post them in response to this ask too then because why not

Warnings: Targcest, twincest -none of which I agree with but if you’re gonna targ, targ hard- and special little snowflake syndrome

I actually wasn’t gonna post about them any more unless I figured out how to draw dragons so I could draw theirs. But… I’m gonna anyways.

(Info on them below the cut + chibi faces for them)

They were made in like 20 minutes on the discord server like I have put no thought into this at all. It’s just for fun. Hate them? Sure, go ahead. But I don’t care

These are Elaena and Aenar Targaryen (literally just chose canon targ names lmao), they’re twins and they’re targaryens and you know how that’s going down already.

They’re Alicent and Viserys’ kids, idk where in the order they’d fall but they’re assholes no matter how old they are.

Both of them have like… issues. Severely.

They grew up kind of hating eachother. Of the eggs given to them as babies, both of them came from a diseased clutch. One never hatched, and the other one was deformed with bicephaly, and assumed to die soon. They both argued over who’s ‘fault’ it was, and when the surviving dragon showed to be healthy despite its deformity, they both argued over who got to bond with it.

Of course, because it had bicephaly (two fucking heads) it meant that it could bond with both of them. Because both heads kind of function as separate entities, despite sharing a body. This made riding dangerous, especially for Aenar, as Elaena bonded with the dominant head and he bonded with the more submissive head.

Despite this, Aenar rode their dragon the most, and ended up getting injured his first time trying because the other head threw him off. It left him with a scar, but he got back on anyway just to just of stick it to Elaena that he was better at riding than her on a dragon that loved her more. He was still bleeding though and like mildly concussed, so he almost fell off again. Elaena helped him off and cleaned him up because she didn’t want blood getting on her dragon, and he’s an asshole so he wiped a bunch of the blood on her.

This, due to fucked up and gross reasons, lead to a lengthy love affair between the pair, sometimes including other people if they felt like it, and generally just them being gross.

Elaena’s the perfect pretty little political pawn. She’s basically used by her family to get them more power and she complies because that’s what she was raised to do. She mostly wears green, and a lot of jewellery, and the green is because Aenar’s eyes are green and they’re weird and twincesty together. She was a germaphobe as a kid (hence Nar wiping blood on her in vengeance, and her dislike of blood being on her dragon) but she grew out of it with time. She still likes to be neat and clean, and portray herself as the ideal of a Targaryen woman even if she’s not quite that. A lot of comparisons would be made between her and Nyra, simply because she’s what the greens use as an example of how Nyra ‘should’ behave. She has a lot of piercings bc I said so.

Aenar refuses to marry, and rebels a lot more openly than his sister in that regard. He’s a dragon rider or he is nothing. He keeps his hair as long as he can grow it, often styling it similarly to Elaena’s, and wears a lot of dark purples (again to match her eyes). He can be incredibly violent, though does not portray this openly, and enjoys himself his ruffles on his clothes. He encourages Elaena’s more fucked up habits and even started a few of them, and no matter who she marries he makes sure he’s the most important person in her life - he is her twin, after all. The only reason he’s neutral in the dance is because he’s too busy being a little freak to realise that politics is happening around him.

I will leave the more fucked up stuff for like… later… because an intro post is not the place to get into Elaena’s bad habits and Aenar’s weird little perversions. But these are the basics.

#Game of Thrones #a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd oc #tw targcest #tw incest #tw twincest

[theshy1sout]

Red Son little meow meow

one of these silly ideas idk how to explain myself

this is what happens after season 3 episode 10 and shut up about canon in the next eps xd I'm glad i did post it before the final of season 3

enjoy!

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Everything hurts.

Mei turns around to lie on her back. She stretches her arms, feeling her butt, her neck and legs all in pain. The blanket she slept on didn’t really do its job. Mei wishes her body will get used to the hard cave's ground one day.

At least the pillow is soft and comfy. At least she has her dragon plushie. She squeezes it gently, making it squeak softly. The toy has never been so important to her. She carries it almost everywhere like a green fluffy cure for all dark thoughts that still are boiling in her head. The plush is the only thing she owns now, and she can't hug it without thinking about someone who wandered half a world to give her it back. Someone the least expected, but now her only hope for things to get better. Mei squeezes the dragon gently once again. She's not alone.

Mei opens her eyes and looks around.

A little smile appears on her face when her sight finds Red Son sitting nearby on his own blanket. He's chewing something in silent concentration, green leafy plant sticks from his hand.  She sits up and yawns loudly.

- Good morning - The dragon girl shares her sunny smile with the demon.

Red Son raises his eyes at her and nods simply. With one shake of his head he points at something next to her blanket. She turns around.

- Breakfast - A rough mumble leaves his full mouth. - Enjoy

Mei frowns at him, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. The little harshness in Red Son's tone doesn't sound natural, even for the demon. Only now she notices that his small glasses hide bags under his eyes.

- How was your sleep?

- Good - He throws briefly, biting the plant from his hand. - Better than yesterday.

Mei gives him a gaze full of worry. Last night she lost control of Samadhi during her sleep and Red Son stayed awake for hours to keep her calm. Luckily today she slept the whole night without any fire attack. She hoped it would let him make up for lost sleep, but his oddly exhausted face makes her doubt it. She frowns at the thing in his hand, recognizing it suddenly.

- Peppermint?

- I like how it tastes - He says and grimaces with another bit of the plant.

- Okay… - Mei grabs a roll from the breakfast plate. - You don't eat breakfast with me?

- Nah.

He doesn't really look at anything specific. His sight is blank and vacant. Mei bites her roll, pinning him with the firm sight of her jade green eyes.

- Did you sleep? - She asks with a fake careless tone.

Red Son doesn't answer.

- You didn't sleep??

- I couldn’t let you have another attack in the middle of the night! - He bursts out.

- But you also have to sleep!

- I don't - His chin raises proudly. - I'm a demon, I can function without sleep for a whole week.

Mei skeptical glances at the bags under his eyes.

- Oh, really?

He looks away, twisting his mouth with discontent.

- You have to sleep - Mei rubs her face with one hand. She puts the roll back in its place, she's just too angry and worried to eat right now. - You can’t train me if you’re in this condition.

- I can - Red Son takes another bite of peppermint and almost chokes with disgust. - I had to be awake in case you lose control of Samadhi during the sleep. I didn't want the situation from yesterday to happen again

- But I'm calmer after our training yesterday. I didn't have an attack this night.

- But what if you had, huh? - The demon points at her with the plant.

- Look, I really appreciate you care about me so much - Her hand gently takes the peppermint from his hand. - But you also have to care about yourself.

Red Son doesn’t answer. His eyelids move slowly in a half-conscious blink as he watches her putting the plant away from him.

- Do you at least eat anything? Other than this?

The demon’s sight wanders about for a long moment before it finally finds her eyes.

- Okay, that’s it - Her voice is firm as she stands up. - You’re going to sleep NOW

- What? - His eyebrows frown as if she tells some not funny joke. - No! You can't force me to do that

- Lie down - Mei orders.

- No.

- Lie down.

- I'm not gonna…

- I SAID LIE DOWN

Red Son shrinks, widening his eyes. He groans and splits out the rest of the peppermint he has in his mouth. His body falls loosely on his blanket. His face frowns as he huffs like a sulking prince. He is lying calm and very still, not daring to move, or maybe not having the energy to move. His red hair is still tied in a big fluffy ponytail and his glasses are still on his nose. At least he wore pajama last evening so he won’t sleep in his coat right now.

- I'm not going to sleep - He protests, but he already looks like he has no powers to stand up.

Mei grabs her dragon plushie and sits down next to the demon. She lifts one of his arms and he doesn't even seem to be able to protest. When the plushie finds its place in the demon's half-conscious embrace, Mei covers Red Son with a blanket.

- I won’t even close my eyes - He huffs in protest, finding her sight. - I can't leave you alone. You can't be alone now.

The girl freezes. Her heart squeezes a bit as an odd wave of feelings washes her over.

- You’re a much more pleasant companion when you sleep well - Mei smiles at him, taking off his glasses. He huffs, putting so much effort into keeping his eyes open. - You forget to put your hair down.

- I don’t forget it, I’m just not going to sleep.

Mei giggles, frowning with amusement at his prince's sulk grimace as he forces himself to stay awake. She glances at his hair with a little hesitation, cause what if he burns her hand in unconscious instinct? She’s still not sure how her powers work. On the other hand, the demon definitely CAN sleep in his ponytail, it won’t kill him or something. But… Something strange tempts Mei to take this little unnecessary risk. She slowly lifts her hand, reaching out to his head in the most obvious and visible way possible so the demon can protest at any moment. His half-open eyes watch as she reaches his hair and grabs the scrunchy.

Nothing happens. Her hand is still in one piece. Red Son doesn’t even move. She carefully loosens his hair and wears the purple scrunchy on her wrist.

- Your hair is so soft and warm! - Mei gasps as her hand dares to stay in his hair for a little bit longer. Carmine strands shimmy smoothly between her fingers. Its warmth is fascinating and pleasant in touch. Suddenly, a loud squeak makes Mei shrink. She freezes, noticing the demon is moving. She glances at Red Son in fear and then opens her mouth in awe.

The demon squeezes tightly the green dragon plushie. His arms wrap it around so that only its head pops out of them. The frown leaves Red’s face, his eyes are almost completely closed.

Mei smiles. Her hand pets his head gently a few more times and the soft squeak of her plushie speaks out again.

- Stop it - Red murmurs angrily. His voice sounds weak. - I hate it

Mei smirks. Her fingers confidently run his warm hair, stroking the tender skin all across his head. His body shakes with a sudden sigh. His eyes wander slowly under his closed eyelids as her hand unhurriedly plays with his hair.

- You hate it, hm? - Mei chuckles.

A quiet harsh groan leaves his mouth, but a moment later she hears a soft moan like a shy begging for more. He even starts slightly moving his head to her like a cat. Some irresistible instinct makes her sink both of her hands into red warm fluff. Her fingers start gently massaging his head and Mei feels the demon melting more and more and more under her touch. She gazes at his face, deeply calm and relaxed face, his half-opened mouth, and soft deep breath… The odd satisfaction makes her bite her lip as she smiles.

But then she stops. She stops with that smile on her lips, with her fingers in his hair, with her eyes on his calm face.

What is she doing.

Mei lets go of the demon's head and move away in terror.

What the hell is she doing??

So weird. So different. So weird! The way she was doing it, and the odd satisfaction it gave her, and the fact he didn’t protest, and the fact they both enjoyed it, and the fact she still doesn't have enough…

Her cheeks fill with strong blush. Or maybe the blush is already here, but only now she feels it and it almost hurts how warm her face is all of the sudden.

And Red Son? The calm sleep doesn’t leave his face. He looks like in the heavens, blissfully peaceful as if the hard cave’s ground is the comfiest thing he has ever lied on. If he's still awake, she would tell him how cute he looks, and now when she thinks about it, she isn't sure if it would be teasing…

The demon moves his head slightly down as she watches him. When his lips accidentally touch the horn of the dragon plushie, he vaguely bites it gently and keeps it between his teeth.

Mei looks away, smiling.

It isn’t a regular morning for Red Son.

The reality comes to him much slower than usual. There are so many pleasant feelings wandering unhurriedly in his mind. The little tender strokes run through his head. His hair feels lighter, much lighter, warmer in the new lovely way. Something soft presses onto his chest, making it dance. He feels so loved, so melted, but he doesn’t remember the dream that made him feel this way. The last thing he remembers before falling asleep is… Is...

His face frowns at weird and definitely not possible memory. No, it is impossible, impossible she touched him, impossible she was doing it that way and that long. It’s definitely a dream, just a dream, just another sweet unrealistic dream with her, just another fake scenario his brain made up to coddle him up and distract him. The strong hopeless sigh shakes his whole body.

Oh how he wishes it would actually happen…

- How was your sleep?

Red Son opens his eyes. He hopes it’s not so visible how much he enjoys starting a day with her girlish voice and her jade green eyes. He sits up and a sudden loud squeak almost makes him jump. Only then he notices the dragon plushie in his hands. He widens his eyes at it as his ears fill with Mei’s laughter. His heartbeat fastens. His mind repeats one sentence in a loop:

It did happen, it did happen, it did happen, it did happen…

Oh, and it definitely has to happen again.

He smacks multiple times, viewing their camp with his lofty prince sight. He yawns loudly and dramatically, stretching his arms casually. His hand, in a slow and cool gesture, reaches his head and runs his hair. His fingers stuck in it theatrically and Red pretends to be surprised.

- Look what you did! - He gasps in dramatic annoyance. - My hair is a complete disaster, and it’s all your fault!

Mei frowns at him, tilting her head aside like a not understanding puppy.

- What are you waiting for - He waves at her, not noticing that his fingers smoothly leave his hair. - You have to fix it now.

The girl gasps and sharply covers her mouth with her hand. When she shows him her face again, it is decorated with a huge smirk on her rosy lips and a subtle carmine on her cheeks. She doesn’t walk, she JUMPS to him.

- You forget I’m also the royal - Her eyes sparkle when she finds a brush in his bag. - I won’t do someone’s hair without praise.

Red gazes at her mischievous smile and exciting chills run his back. The corner of his lips lifts, forming a gentle smirk.

- What do you want? - He says and Mei has no idea he is ready to do her every order like an obedient subject. She sits down next to him, already sinking the brush and her hand in his hair. Red gulps as his eyes wink slowly with pleasure.

- Do my hair in return - She says.

Red Son snorts with amusement.

- You call that “praise”? It’s so easy I would do that for free.

Mei stops. The brush and her lovely gentle hand leave his hair. He turns around and she is still here, holding the brush close to his head without touching it, smirking at him as she raises her brow challengingly.

- Oh, would you?

The demon clutches his teeth. His cheeks get redder and redder as he begs her in his mind to continue. The brush and her hand are so close, if he only moves a bit closer they would touch him, but at the same it would look so pitiful…

The demon takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

- I would - Red mumbles quietly. - But please, don’t stop…

He hears her girlish laughter and her hand and the brush come back. He sighs, feeling her finger stroking his sensitive head skin. She combs him gently and slowly, like yesterday but a bit more… tender. The demon sits still, not opening his eyes as his insides melt with every move of her hand in his hair. Oh it feels so good…

- You’re cute - Mei says shyly and Red Son tries his best to hold his hair from blasting with flames.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #lmk red son #lmk mei #red son lmk #red son #mei and red son #mei #red son x mei #monkie kid red son #dragonfruit oneshot #dragonfruit shipping #dragonfruitshipping #my writing stuff #red son and mei

[nin-jay-go]

liveblogging dragons rising

all thoughts under the cut!

this is so pretty so far

oh this is a lesbian. kreel is like if the mad hatter was a lesbian

LOBBO IS MY NEW FAVORITE CHARACTER

"i'm going to kill your whole family" GOOD LIRD THIS IS DARK

"I THINK I MADE A BOMB" JSHFKJSKDJF

"elemental powers are complicated" yea dude they sure are

THEYRE BROTHERS YOUR HONOR

oh why is it RAIyu and not REEyu. i thought they were riffing off the japanese word for dragon for his name (ryuu)

lobbo my BEST FRIEND

oh THATS why cole's memorial thing was in the trailer. i see.

is this dorama guy here to . here to c. here to cause drama

(he's so fun actually i like him)

Oh What The Fuck

oh shit the showman is coming back?? excited

kai is fuckin dead

SCIENTIST LADY 😳😳😳😳😳😳

oh wait. if all imperium ppl have those markings, is this like the secret markings humans have? but visible? bc that'd be cool

my friend: [the cragling mud] looks like their eyes. i don't like that.

buddy why are you excited to eat mud...... buddy........... arin.....

sometimes i can still hear his voice 😔😔😔

dragon = nuke

THE CLOUD FUCKING KINGDOM ARE YOU KIDDING ME

thats a fucking mindflayer. what the fuck.

WHAT

THE NEW MASTER OF WIND??????? IS A CLOUD KINGDOM MONK??????? HUHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK

i hate the cloud kingdom. whyyyyy is it the way that it is

my friend: it is interesting that the cloud kingdom is confirmed to be full of shit

WHAT IS THIS BOOKWORM LITTLE THING. I LOVE THEM CAN I HAVE TWENTY

alright time to see this so-called wind master

why does she sound like a self-insert 😭

EUPHRASIA?!?!?!!?!!!??!!?!?!?!?

*insert the crying of everyone with a morro lives / morro redemption au*

(like its fine for canon but alterline is weeping)

me: [the wolf] is a hologram with mass! my friend: that means it matters :)

sora has protagonist hair jdkfhgkjdfgkjh

oh!!! the imperium markings come in with age :0 or maybe they're a rank thing idk yet

ohhhhh the scientist lady (dr larrow?) is her role model :0 [this is the point where i lost subtitles lol]

did those kids call sora anna?

WOMANNNNNNNN

"sora? the ancient imperium word for orphan?" HELLO??????

me: i want to kiss [larrow] on the mouth my friend: why do you want to go for the villain me: she's hot my friend: women in stem!

BRO SHE JUST GOT DISOWNED. JESUS CHRIST.

dr. lampshade floorpanel and dr doyll donmagar.......

lloyd: what's the shaming floor my friend: twitter sora: its a livestream me: so its twitch

i forgot to write this down but arin is the new master of SPIN

PERCIVAL TARTIGRADE

STOP DEADNAMING SORA LET HER BE NONBINARY

get flashbanged idiots

oh!!!! wildfire was raised by dragons!!! thats so fun

what is happening- OH WILDFIRE

friend: do you remember atla? the dragons

why is wu's ghost haunting the monastery my friend: its a wu-o-wisp!

TINY LLOYD WITH SAM VINCENT'S VOICE IS SO FUNNY JKHGSFKDSKDJH really couldn't get jillian michaels

OH AND THE S10 GI ON A BABY LLOYD LMAOOOOO

"this looks like a monastery!" no the fuck it doesn't you're in an underground Chamber

DONT LET THE FUCKING GOLDEN WEAPONS REPEAT

sora: i can't use my true potential my friend: then use your fake potential

mmmmm beatrix hot woman :]

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS CELESTIA, PRINCESS OF EQUESTRIA my friend: i wanna see someone overlay this dialogue on top of footage of celestia

MEANERY

they're seriously gonna torture a BABY DRAGON?????

hehehe ras ear twitch :3

LLOYD HAS A CONCUSSION

THE GHOST OF MASTER WU

ZANE IS IN THE FUCKING EGG????

ZANE WAS IN CRYO??????

WHERE ARE JAY COLE AND PIX. WHERE ARE THEY

my friend, in response to sora's name reveal: we named the dog indiana

me: jay and cole are off on their honeymoon my friend: they're in the bahamas

"there can't be two elemental masters of fire! it doesn't make sense! also its rude!"

THE IMPOSSIBLE KID

STOP DEADNAMING HERRRRRRRR

miss beatrix can i kiss you on the mouth

i warned you about those stairs bro :y

THE DRAGON TALKS?????? and why does it sound like unagami

OH HES BIG

a conduit?????? changed forever????? 👀👀👀👀

he gettin ZOOMED

me and my friend: DID LLOYD DIE??? AGAIN????

now lloyd and arin BOTH have concussions!

oh he glowin

your holograms appear to be glitching maam

I WARNED YOU ABOUT THOSE STAIRS BRO :y

rapton is very pathetic

LLOYD'S WAR FLASHBACKS OH NO

lloyd voice i'm adopting you arin

OOP RAS IS CAPTURED. THIS IS ANTI-FURRY

oh. she has a mech.

so that means the weird green ghosty guy (and jay/cole/pix) are in season 2 :0 i'm so excitedddddd

final thoughts this was cool as shit. i loved this very much. ouoUOAUOAUAOAUOU

#dragons rising #dragons rising spoilers #jay.error #ninjago spoilers

[ziracona]

dont they sew the mouths shut and cut the horns off the sarabas? Also idk the full meaning of the name but I know the bas at the end translates to nothing? Seems a demeaning role idk? Maybe I'm missing something. I'm not very knowledgeable on qunari stuff tbh so this isn't an attack just genuine confusion

They do; you are not incorrect! You will not hear me arguing they are less brutal or less strict, only that I think their treatment of their Mages is nevertheless easily preferable. ‘Bas’ has several meanings actually, though, but not ‘nothing’. Its most technical meaning is ‘thing,’ but it is used in context most frequently to mean ‘foreign’. Qunari call all non-Qunari ‘bas’ or ‘basra’ (fem version) as a neutral term, kind of like being called a goy. Just means ‘not Qunari’. The technical name for Mages is ‘dangerous thing’. It is certainly a little othered, but it’s not derogatory.

Qunari deeply fear magic and its potential to go out of control or be influenced by demons. Some of this is superstition and fear itself, some is because some Qunari do have a more difficult time controlling themselves when in fits of rage than other species, and their magic is stronger than that of humans and elves (both the berserker issues and magic strength likely due to intentionally introducing dragon into their gene pool). Their reaction to that fear, and to the Qun’s demand that the good of the one always be sacrificed for the good of the many, is extremely brutal: to have Mages assigned a keeper to watch them (Arvaarad), to wear a shocker that immobilizes them if their Arvaarad is afraid they’re going out of control, and often to have their mouths stitched shut.

However, while this looks extremely horrific to outsiders, unlike most Circle Mages, Saarebas aren’t publicly kidnapped and dragged from their homes and imprisoned against their will. Like all in Qunari society that aren’t actively rejecting it, their Mages want and work hard to be honorable and fulfill their duty to the Qun and their countrymen. One could of course also argue they’re manipulated by their cultural upbringing, but the point here isn’t about whether or not Qunari or Circle Mages were raised into their religions and societies and manipulated to stay there, or chose it of their own volition. It’s about the experience that both have inside that culture.

Again, I’m not arguing that how the Qunari treat their Mages is flawless or good. It is clearly flawed and should be reformed. What I am here to argue, is that I think it’s easily preferable ethically and as a life to experience, to how Andrastian countries treat their Mages.

(Continued under the cut out of love to people on dash and in tags because it got long)

Andrastian Circle Mages are inexorably tied to the religion of their countries, like everything else in Andrastian counties. And it’s certainly brutal as well. It just tries to make it look prettier, when the Qunari are, as about most things, up front. Most Mages are ripped from their homes as children at the first sign of magic, imprisoned, have their blood taken to make them trackable for the rest of their life, like getting a gps chip implanted in their head. They’re guarded for the rest of their lives by people who were trained to kill then, and the majority of whom are looking for an excuse to, and hate and fear them. They’re encouraged not to associate with the Mages they guard so they won’t be emotionally attached if they have to kill them, which leads to about the dehumanizing prisoner life you’d expect. Their harrowing is insanely difficult, and even taking too long can get you assumed demon possessed and executed on the spot. Most circle Mages are too terrified to love, because Templars will find out and use your relationships to punish and control you. They also know at any time their entire circle could be accused of something it did not do, and be razed. There’s a religious statute in place for permission to kill all Mages in a Circle. And if you do try to flee or see your family again, you’re dragged back in chains and punished incredibly harshly, or worse, made tranquil, which is essentially being a lobotomized slave whose body will be used to clean your old prison and sell wares for your masters. They could at any time be made Tranquil, without even knowing why. While they have easily more freedom to walk around and be alone than under the Qun, it’s not pretty, and it’s not kinder.

Beyond the brutality, the core of both this argument and their life is the shape of the role they inhabit. Circle Mages are dragged away publicly by the church and told every day of their lives “You are dangerous. You are evil. You are the physical embodiment of mankind’s sin that lost us the Maker, only allowed to exist at all by the bottomless empathy and forgiveness of the Chantry. You are a danger to everyone around you. You are inherently shameful and sinful. You are a living container of the failings of your species. You’re bad, and you must be controlled by our bottomless kindness not to be too vile to be allowed to exist at all. You’re dangerous, and evil, and must be saved from yourself. You, left to your own devices and choices, will always inevitably succumb to evil and demons and hurt people like your kind always does. You can only do Holy Magic for the church under our Holy Control or you’re happily making yourself a vile monster. If you step out of line, you’ll be lobotomized and have your body used as a slave like your former brothers and sisters walking the halls Tranquil, to protect you from your own evil. Don’t you feel loved and grateful you’ve been allowed to live?” It is a life of endless shame and fear and guilt over what you were born, and societal shame. Nobles try to hide magic in their kids often not out of love, but the shame of magic, and drowning a child within an inch of their life is considered a worthwhile chance among human nobles to kill the magic in their offspring. There is no honor or hope or joy in it. Ethically speaking, it’s an abysmal and miserable place.

Saarebas, on the other hand, are a role of value to the Qunari. One of the positive things among the Qun is its intense and utter fairness. While this certainly has downsides when you get to individual liberty, a lot of it is good. All jobs are of value, all species are equal under the Qun, and all sexes. They don’t even have the average concept of gender—they’re job gender. You’re the gender of whatever job you do. If you do it, you are it, no matter what you were assigned. It’s not a tiered society at all. It’s just an insanely organized one. As for Saarebas, they are no different. While magic is deeply feared among the Qunari, their own aren’t blamed for what they’re born as. They are very powerful, and useful, they simply are born along with strengths, with more dangers to them than anyone else. They are simultaneously considered pitiable, and the most honorable of all roles under the Qun. While all Qunari are asked to sacrifice for the good of all, none are asked to sacrifice more than their Mages, who are asked to sacrifice their entire lives. Thus, no one adheres to the Qun more strictly and entirely than them. They are perhaps the most truly Qunari, and seen as deeply honorable and dedicated for that. (Before I forget: they do cut off the horns, yes. This would seem to a human like a shaming act, because the horns are innate only to Qunari and lovely, but actually horns are considered basically like we do hair, and Qunari born without horns, a rare genetic mutation, are considered extra cool for being different, the way heterochromia might be in humans. It’s an act to make them visibly recognizable on sight even if ever not in full garb, but it’s not to humiliate them. It’s like having a monk haircut as a monk).

Continuing: They will be asked to commit suicide if ever away from their watcher, for fear a demon has taken them and they may hurt others, which is brutal and a horrible practice, but it is not seen as them being a vile monster falling to their sinful flaws, but an innate danger to the power a Saarebas wields, and they are seen as an honorable member of society doing the most devout thing a person can, and offering their own life freely for the good of all. They are not bullied or hated or treated and seen as monsters; they are seen as dangerous, but in a simple factual way, and live as members of their society recognized as very worthwhile, and admirable, and whose choices to follow their Arvaarad dedicatedly for safety, or to follow their code and end their life if asked, are expected instead of enforced by terror and prison walls. It is not a life to make you devoid of happiness and pride. They have more freedom in some very real ways, than Circle Mages do. Mostly in regards to inner life and personhood. When Ketojan willingly ends his life in DA2, he tries to explain to you that he’s doing his duty, and is at peace, and if you inform the Arishok of the events and ask if he’s not surprised, he will rather sternly tell you it’s no less than he’d expect, and he will not dishonor Ketojan’s memory by suggesting he thinks sacrificing himself to protect the others was a difficult decision for the man to make. There is mutual respect and trust and honor in the role.

While I am not arguing those practices are right, and I very much don’t agree with a lot of it, I think the way most players see other aspects of Qunari society as worse than the Andrastian ones applies hard here too; the flaws with one are unfamiliar, and with the other, normal. The ways Circle Mages feel about being Mages is the guilt and shame many people brought up in Christian societies are raised to feel about being female and bearer of the first sin, or being gay, or just being a living human at all. Guilt and self-hatred and sinfulness and shame and fear seem normal to a Euro-Christian player base. And then much like the way many people from Euro-Christian areas look at full body coverings or rigid societal rules in the Middle East as inherently oppressive and bad for their unfamiliarity; and all in of course much worse ways than their own, Qunari society is mostly treated by players the same way. [[And is largely a culture in-game somehow both middle eastern and Chinese coded? Anyway.]] The familiarities the Qunari do have culturally are not to a Christo-European experience, but to cultures often othered already by those people, or feared. Does the fact it is a voluntary and proud experience of cultural belonging instead of hatred make everything a Saarebas goes through right? No, that’s not how that works. It definitely does not. But does it matter significantly that they are voluntary, proud and honored members of society? Yes. Absolutely, and it should.

Moving even a step further past personal identity and socio-religious place, comes how the power structure has them treated by others under its rule. The Chantry, the highest religious power for circle Mages, espouses the sin of magic and dangers of it every day, and shapes the views of commoners and nobles alike to see Mages as abominations waiting to happen, lesser, bad. Makes them mobs with hate and pitchforks. Makes their own Templar guards gleeful to lash out and harm them, and righteous in their paranoia and fury. The Arishok, the highest power of military for the Qunari, adherent to the Tamassran’s (religious heads) teachings, snapped at even a foreigner without context suggesting a Saarebas not have been entirely honorable in his death. They are separated from their society, but as dangers with honor, not as monsters. To quote my eloquent and much more concise friend:

Both Saarebas and Circle Mages are forced by their cultures to surrender autonomy and freedoms, and to suffer. The difference is that the Qun demands people respect the Saarebas for their sacrifices and suffering, and treat them with dignity. Whereas the Chantry encourages the abuse and degradation of mages beyond even what the circles do. Both draw a line, regarding mages. The Qun draws a line in the sand, and doesn't allow anyone to cross it. The Circle draws a starting line, and tells everyone to start running.

#ask #dragon age #qunari #anonymous #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #dragon age origins #thank you for the ask! I love a chance to talk about them #and unless you really delve into it intentionally the game skips the hell out of the Qunari so there’s so much barely known! I hope this #answered your question! I love them and am happy to talk about them more #long post

[cooali]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

Omg I totally missed this sorry!! Thankyou @celientjeee <3<3

1. Are you named after anyone? Kinda? Im named after a book!! Its called Tiana, and the main character is ofc also called Tiana lmao. My mom really liked the name so she decided to name her daughter after the book and the character.

2. When was the last time you cried? 5 min ago???? I was reading and I almost always cry when im reading, I just cry very easily in general.

3. Do you have kids? No, but I basically raised my little brother so im gonna say yes. Also im a teacher so theyre all my kids haha.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Constantly, its just my first reaction to almost everything, but i am working on trying to do it a bit lessss.

5. What sports do you play/have played? I was a sporty child (how???) so I did some gymnastics, track and volleyballll. I played volleyball as well while in college! Now I dont work out really, just sometimes rollerblade with my family!

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? The way their face moves? Kinda weird but I can never really form an opinion about someone when ive only seen pictures. The way someone moves their face and how their eyes light up etc just interests me so much.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy ending, im a sucker for friends and romance!! I also hate being jumpscared, so I dont watch much horror.

8. Any Special talents? I can read insanely fast? I guess? And I can make a weird frog sound lmao.

9. Where were you born? Delfzijl in the Netherlands!

10. What are your hobbies? Reading, playing games, listening to music and hiking are my consistent ones, and I switch between other hobbies daily or monthly oop.

11. Do you have any pets? Yes, a bearded dragon and a gecko! And I also consider my dad&brothers dog mine so she also counts!!!

12. How tall are you? 1.78m

13. Fave subjects in school? Biology, English and History? Idk not really a school kinda girl (she says while doing yet another fucking bachelor thing oop)

14. Dream Job Hm I always wanted to be a teacher, so def something with kids. But would also love to just exist!!! So no job is my dream job lmao.

15. Eye colour? Green/brown

Hmmm everyone's already been tagged buttttt dont think ive seen @taylormademagic & @coochifer ??? ignore me if im just blind

and because I love them Ill tag @bittersweet-ritual and @noahreadsbooks because its funnnn babes <3

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

🌱lynn's thomaluc hc

ACK IDK IF THISLL FLOP BC THOMALUC IS A RAREPAIR BUT IM A SUCKER FOR CHILDHOOD FRIENDS ALR

cr: Leaf_19

you cannot tell me diluc, kaeya, jean & thoma were not childhood friends. i simply will not hear it.

yk how kaeya was taken in by the Raginvindr family?? so at first it was just thoma, jean & luc then kae joined

and immediately he realized 'oh. the blonde one likes my brother.'

HE EVEN ASKS THOMA ABT IT AND THOMAS LIKE 'WHAHAHAH NO?? AHAHA?? UHM HOW DID YOU FIND OUT pls dont tell diluc.

thoma in genshin is so frckn flawless like he cooks and cleans and knits and is kind to animals and isnt misogynistic and-

but everyone is a kid once, right???

i feel like thoma crushed on luc bc luc was a good person (raised well by master crepus🙂) and thats why thoma is such a good person now

he had a role model eheee

i dont ship jeanluc but the idea of the adults shipping jean and diluc and thoma mildly being like ':(('- PLEASE

kae would comfort him and theyd always have secret meetups to discuss how to make diluc fall for thoma

...but diluc notices this and starts thinking thoma has a crush on his brother

PLEASE LUC-

also the Mondstadt Archon Quests compared to the Inazuma ones are rlly lighthearted?? like in Inazuma you fight a war and multiple ppl die-

in Mond,,, you save a dragon and meet a lazy God who likes music

so i have a feeling thoma's shift to inazuma was rlly bad.

like he came from a fairytale land and suddenly boom war vision hunt decree a tyrannic archon

he came from the City of Freedom to the opposite of freedom

but i feel like diluc would understand. he came from a fairytale life to losing his father, brother, and future as a knight all in one day

so they confide in each other

they also reminisce on their childhood and one day kaeyas there too so he casually goes;

"oh yeah and you liked diluc so-"

"you what."

"uHM-"

"wait you didnt know?" *turns to thoma* "you didnt tell him?"

"yOU WHAT."

"KAEYA!"

yk when your middle school crush never actually does anything wrong to you so you dont rlly get over them you keep a fond place in your heart for their memories?? YES THATS THOMA FOR DILUC

since theyre childhood friends theres also not much awkwardness- i mean youve seen each other with missing teeth what more is there to see

i love childhood friends ok bc you skip the awkard talking stage and you have no fear for the future bc your whole life has already been written intrinsically with theirs

i also think thoma is close to both diluc and kaeya so hearing that those two are on bad terms made his heart hurt a little

after their confession thoma definitely admits hes been in love with diluc since they were kids and it was not just a "childhood crush" like kaeya made it sound like

ever since thoma visited home theres been dogs crowding around Dawn Winery bc thoma keeps going to dilucs work and feeding the pups

the maids love him bc he basically does their job for them and luc always chides him like "why are you cleaning the winery youre here for vacation!"

also since growing up diluc has def gone from :D!! to >:(.

but yk how when you meet smn from a long time ago you automatically reboot yourself to be a little bit more like how you used to be?

i feel like diluc becomes a bit more :) when talking to thoma bc all thoma has ever known of him was :D!!

the difference is still stark but ykyk

AS KIDS DILUC DEFINITELY CAUGHT A CRYSTALFLY FOR THOMA AROUND THE WINERY GRAPEVINES BUT WHEN HE GAVE IT TO THOMA THE BUG LIKE SQUIRMED IN ITS LAST MOMENTS OF LIFE AND THEN TURNED INTO LIKE THE LUMINISCENT THINGY

and thoma started wailing

"Come now Diluc, why the sour face? You used to smile so cute as young lad. Right, Thoma?"

"I guess so."

"Oh?" Is that insinuation I'm no longer attractive? "I'm hurt."

AND NOW THOMAS LIKE 😀 BC HE DOESNT KNOW WHETHER TO DENY AND BE LIKE 'no i do think youre attractive' and then get teased abt it

OR

not say anything and be rude and let diluc feel bad

istg pls be kind to these two

this ship has my heart but content is so hard to find of it smh,,, anyway if you want to see more of my content!! ;

#thoma genshin #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc genshin impact #kaeya alberich #kaeyagenshinimpact #thomaluc #genshin headcanons #childhood friends #childhood

[literaila]

hi!! can i request reader & loki watching a movie together? idk, maybe mean girls- and with popcorn, snacks, sour candy! they end up cuddling as well :) established relationship, thank you!!!!!!

alluring lullaby

loki x gn!reader

a/n: thank you for the request love, forgive me as I myself should be in bed right now. i hope you enjoy.

all it took was a smile really.

no— it only ever took a smile.

one quick smile, teeth and all, a kiss on the cheek and a few words of convincing, and loki was practically bent at your fingertips.

not that he minded— you definitely didn’t —in the first place. a smile from you was worth all the pain you might’ve forced upon him. even if it was a highly popular midguardian movie and a night spent on the couch.

(not that he minded that either.)

but still, putting up a bit of resistance every time you pleaded with him was only in his nature. and possibly he liked to watch for the secretive smile that you thought he couldn’t see.

tonight, against his will, you’d chosen something you referred to as “mean girls” while he watched the microwave spin the bag of popcorn round and round.

“it’s not as good as watching the kernels pop but,” you’d sighed earlier, handing him a box he had no idea what to do with. “it’ll have to do.”

loki had raised an eyebrow at that, not completely understanding what you were saying, but then you smiled at him again and any hesitation he might’ve had was gone. he was unconsciously smiling back.

despite the efforts he put into seeming inconvenienced by these nights when you and him were sealed off from the rest of the world, he couldn’t deny that they were some of his favorites. that watching you smile at the tv and lean into him when he whispered something in your ear was infuriatingly enchanting and he never wished for it to stop. truth be told, most nights like these, he hated to go to bed. to return to normal life after being so completely content with you.

so, with the popcorn popped (a thrilling endeavor if he’d ever seen one) candy laid out on the coffee table in front of you both and the movie in the player, the both of you sat down with the lights dimmed.

it was already dark outside, and you’d convinced loki that this wouldn’t be a proper experience with the lights on.

“what is this movie about?” loki asked as you played with the remote, flipping through the previews. he watched the colors fly by with wide eyes.

you smiled a bit wider and nodded over to him “oh the usual. life-sucking demons. dragons. arsonists with hearts of gold. fun things, you know”

he hummed at that, leaning back against the couch. it took him a moment to process what you’d said.

“…is it really?”

a laugh as you put the remote down and sat next to him, your shoulders not quite touching. you already had a hold on the popcorn, offering him the bowl to share. “no not really,” you teased. “it’s about something worse…”

loki only rolled his eyes, grabbing a handful of popcorn, not giving into your attempt at anticipation.

“my brother?” he deadpanned, not quite joking, not quite serious.

you laughed louder at that, turning your attention to the screen, which was now playing the opening credits.

“teenage girls”

and with that, loki copied you and started to watch, taking the bowl in his own hands without noticing.

it was minutes later, far enough into the movie to where loki could finally understand what you’d meant— he was almost impressed with how many lies these characters told — when you felt Loki's lips on your ear, tickling the sensitive skin of your neck only slightly.

“why are you so far away?” he asked, slipping and arm down to your thigh and rubbing the skin gently, asking permission almost.

you giggled, maybe at the screen, maybe at him. and leaned in closer.

not that either of you would admit it but these interruptions were the best part of these nights. talking during movies was strictly forbidden, but neither of you could ever seem to follow the rules.

he took your movement as the unspoken words he’d been waiting for, pulling an arm around the back of your neck so that he could get a better grip on you, he slid you almost completely into his lap. his head rested on yours and you couldn’t help but sigh into his chest.

he whispered a quiet “darling,” against your head, ticking your scalp and holding you a bit tighter. it sent goosebumps down your skin.

somehow, the hard sharpness of his body was far more comfortable than the couch had been.

with that, you continued to watch the movie, enjoying the new way you could feel him laughing against you. the vibrations he couldn’t hide from you even if he tried. you were almost sure that he was enjoying this movie.

the two of you continued to eat popcorn, which loki had moved to his hip so that both of you could reach without disturbing the position. you snacked on candy and relaxed against the hard softness of his stomach and chest, listening to his heartbeat almost as much as you listened to the movie.

and halfway through, despite your best efforts, you fell asleep to his comforting rhythm.

loki didn’t notice for a while, figuring you were full of popcorn and distracted by the movie. he whispered little things in your ear still, not realizing that you couldn’t hear any of them.

it was only when he noticed himself laughing at something and you limp against him that he finally looked down at your face.

the movie was almost over now, the children in the movie at some event they called “prom” which loki would remind himself to ask you about later.

even asleep though, loki found himself distracted as he watched the light from the tv flicker against your face. you were void of emotion, of tension, but the slight pout of your lips and the sure set to your eyelids was alluring. you weren’t smiling now, but he knew that you could ask him for anything. everything, if you desired.

he let the rest of the movie play on, only half paying attention now, not wanting to disturb you when you looked so beautiful.

but when the screen finally faded to black, and loki felt his own eyelids starting to weigh far more than they should, he knew that he needed to get you to bed and get everything cleaned up.

he picked you up gently. smiling down softly at you. the journey to your bedroom was small, and he was grateful that you didn’t seem to stir as he laid you down, covering you with a throw blanket you kept on the bed.

he loved movie nights because of this most of all. because you always fell asleep, no matter how early or how late in the day it was. it didn’t matter what movie you were watching, or how the two of you were cuddling. your eyes fluttered closed, and loki had the very rare chance of watching you, completely at peace in his arms.

it was something he treasured like no other, something he wouldn’t give up for even the greatest of riches.

he washed the popcorn bowl, put candy in the pantry so you could finish it later. he removed the movie from the tricky technological device it was in and returned it to its case.

he put everything back to perfection, wanting to save you the effort for when you woke up.

and when he was finished, he returned to your room, wanting a few more minutes of your cuddling, of your sweet face and lovely scent. he just wanted a few minutes more.

but there you were, laying in bed, eyes barely open, waiting for him to return.

“you’re awake,” he whispered softly, climbing under the covers and moving closer to you.

you hummed as a reply, grabbing onto his shirt and placing your head in the crook of his neck. his heartbeat was the most lovely lullaby.

“i didn’t mean to wake you,” loki stroked the top of your head, staring down at you as you closed your eyes once again.

“you didn’t,” was all you answered, holding onto him tighter and kissing his clothed chest. “did you enjoy the movie?”

it was a soft mutter against him, barely audible, but loki just chuckled and sighed against you. he kissed the top of your head, closing his eyes finally.

“i enjoyed you,”

they were sweet words against your skin, against the air that was cool between the two of you. his hands were pulling you further down, a sleep aid you were very familiar with.

you fell asleep for the second time that night with a smile. not needing to convince him of anything.

you were all it really took.

#loki oneshot #loki layfeyson imagine #loki fic #loki x you #loki x reader fluff #loki fanfic #loki imagine #loki x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel #mcu imagine #the avengers #request #fanfiction

[glowingbadger]

It is the S/O’s first time and she has to deal with, as you call it, Seteth’s “foot long Dragon cock”? That one text post where you wrote that still has me rolling

/cracks knuckles/ FAIR WARNING folks, we're going full Size Queen today and I am not about to apologize for it.

And like idk if this is even good I just went into a fugue state and got carried away and here we are xD

Seteth (FE3H) x Reader's first time

NSFW 18+

Seteth had been absolutely meticulous about your pleasure. If your sense of time weren't so thoroughly scattered by now, you'd guess he'd easily spent an hour worshiping your every curve, seeking out your every precious sweet spot. You'd felt stray locks of emerald hair tickling the flesh of your chest and stomach, the harsher graze of his beard along your inner thigh, the long, luxurious warmth of his tongue pulsing at your cunt. All the while, large, strong hands explored and adored you with barely restrained hunger. And Goddess, you longed to see that restraint crack. To see what lied beneath the trappings of Seteth's day-to-day existence of paperwork and reports, stern looks and perfect posture.

Yet as of now, he hasn't even removed his breeches, though you'd been bared and thoroughly pleasured already. He wraps one arm under you as he lies by your side, and his free hand brushes tentative fingers along your soaked lower lips. Your breath hitches in your chest, and you barely manage to focus your eyes enough to meet his.

"Seteth," you say, closer to a moan as a fingertip presses to your entrance, "You... don't have to- to do all of this for me," the words rush out of your lips so you can finish your thought before he pushes into you. Your head tilts to the side, nuzzling against his shoulder, and you force just a few more words out, "What about you...?"

"I am quite content attending to you, Y/N" he says, his voice low and even, even as his finger curls at some wonderful spot, and your body arcs into him. Once he's satisfied with the first, he pushes a second digit into you, thrusting at a deep and steady pace. He varies his movements and angle, slowly opening you up, relaxing your body beneath him and coating his fingers in your juices.

"Please..." you whisper, clinging to his sturdy frame, "I... I want- mmmh-!" You're already close again. His fingers spread apart, stimulating you in a completely new way. When your pleasure-blurred eyes meet his, you can just barely glimpse the restless need behind them. "I want to help you... fell good too... Please, Seteth?"

He exhales heavily, and his fingers ease out from you. You catch your breath as he pauses in silence for a moment, seemingly grappling with some last hesitation. You're still collecting yourself when he gets to his feet to finally discard the last of his clothing, but when your eyes refocus and you glance over at him, your heart skips and your body warms through.

"Oh... I, uh... wow." Your pupils are blown wide as you size him up. Sure, you had never been with a man before- not really, anyway -but you know enough to quickly realize that the pious man before you is near impossibly endowed. His massive cock stands almost entirely erect, yet pulled down just slightly by its own sheer size and weight. Seteth clears his throat, a hand sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"You understand now why I have been so insistent upon preparing you," he says as he moves to join you on the bed once more.

"I suppose so..." you mutter, unable to keep your eyes from wandering his body in a way that any devout believer would consider sinful.

"Men of my kind possess certain... reproductive advantages over humans." he goes on as he positions himself over you. A hand beneath your chin urges you to look him in the eye, "Promise me you will tell me if I hurt you."

You nod. And then, you feel the tip of his manhood, hot as it pushes between your lower lips and against your opening. Seteth's brow is furrowed in focus, his expression so intense he's practically glaring at you, and it's all you can do to keep your eyes on his as he begins to spread you open. In a moment, the bulging head of his cock is nestled inside of you, pushing out against your inner walls as he stays himself for a moment to check on your comfort.

You're already panting softly despite yourself. Your cheeks are flushed a dark crimson, burning almost as hot as the rest of your body. With nothing but unabashed lust in your eyes, you look up at him and whisper,

"Seteth... muh- more, please..."

The holy man utters a low groan and grits his teeth. His head dips down to rest on the pillow beside yours as he sinks deeper and deeper into you.

"Don't... I can't bear it when you plead with me like that."

And for a moment, you think to test that bit of new information; but then he's pushed several inches into you and he's stretching you like nothing you've ever felt before, and it's all you can do to spread your legs just a bit wider for him. Wordlessly, he reaches down and hooks an arm under your knee, drawing your leg further up and opening you up more for him. Before he's even thrust all the way into you, his hips begin to sway just slightly, and you're grateful now that he made sure you were wet enough to take him. Every stroke of his cock sends a jolt of electrifying, stimulating pleasure up your spine.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. His breath is hot, panting softly against the crook of your neck, and now he's bucking into you just a little harder. The muscles of his back are wound so tight, and his moans are shaky, unsteady. He's doing everything in his power to hold himself back for you, and you can tell, but you know it's for the best. Every time he drives deeper into you, you're more full than you ever thought possible. Soon enough, his thrusts do bring a tinge of pain amidst pleasure- yet you don't think for even a moment to ask him to stop.

And it dawns on you that, in some way, you find it intensely thrilling that the Church's Right Hand is fucking you so deep you can't think with a cock that would seem like an exaggeration to speak of. Even the pain is arousing, and you wonder if Seteth would believe you if you told him. For now, you simply cling to him until with one final push, he pauses. His arms have both traveled under the arch of your back to hold you flush against his body, and your legs are wrapped around his hips, and he growls against your chest,

"That's... that's all of it..." he huffs out a deep breath, then raises his head to kiss you so sweetly that you wouldn't think his manhood was stretching you to your limit at that moment. Your eyes are watering just a bit, and he murmurs your name softly.

"Goddess..." is all you manage.

"Language." he replies with surprising levity, and it barely even registers in your mind that Seteth just made a joke- on purpose, at that. But then he's shifting his hips against you once more and your mind is dashed of all but your heart and body's worship of Saint Cichol. He pushes himself up from you just a bit. Just enough to watch your expressions, either out of caution or fascination or both. He begins slow, easing in and out of you until you adjust fully to his size- at least, as well as you possibly could.

Then, his hands are at your hips, holding you firmly in place, and he's bucking into you harder and just a little faster and you can feel his abdomen flex with each tightly controlled motion. He checks in with you at least two or three more times as he edges closer and closer to fucking you in earnest. You're impressed at how coherent you manage to be when you tell him not to stop, that he feels incredible, that you adore him. His head tilts back for a moment, and at long, long last he lets out a true and unabashed moan of pleasure. The sound alone floods your body with new heat, and you feel yourself clench around him, your thighs shaking. You're not certain how long you manage to last after that, but by the time one more electrifying climax has swept through your body, Seteth has lowered himself to hold you close to him once more.

And once he does, his hands grip you more tightly, his fingers digging down your back. You gasp aloud as his entire body shifts forward over you and his hips meet flush with your inner thighs. Every thrust sends a jolt of pain and pleasure up through your core, radiating through your nerves. His voice is low and husky when he frantically says,

"Where-"

"Inside- please, Seteth-!" you don't need to consider this for a moment- it's how you'd always imagined it. Hissing your name through his teeth, his entire length throbs powerfully inside of you, and suddenly the intense heat of his orgasm begins to fill you. You feel the first shot or two, but before long you're so over-full and over-stimulated that you merely allow him to pour out his load into you while you lay beneath him, boneless and panting and utterly giddy.

You're both entirely spent. Seteth exhales as he carefully pulls himself from you, even this one last moment of friction causing you to squirm beneath him. He collapses at your side and rests his head on your chest, a hand lazily tracing loving paths along the curve of your waist. You can feel his cum trailing down your backside, but you're too sore to move and too content to care.

"I... I apologize if I-"

"Hush." you kiss his hair, and he softly laughs, his breath feather light across your skin. "I won't have you apologizing for making me feel that good." you add, your arms cradling him in turn. He smiles and blindly kisses whatever inch of your skin is closest- anything will do if he can show even an ounce of his adoration.

"Then I apologize for underestimating you. You are far too good to me, my love."

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Thorin / Bilbo - 'Adventure'

Day 18 of 28 days of fluff is here! Today’s prompt for ‘defining word for their relationship’ is in terms of Bagginshield – ‘adventure’. I thought it was fitting considering how they met to begin with. This challenge is hosted by the Keissekon server - I tend not to crosspost but just alert people to the fact I've written something - however, I figured I'd do it like this today... Just... had the time for it XD For my full list of entries go here. To read this story on Ao3 instead go here.

Pairing: Thorin / Bilbo Summary: Thorin and Bilbo’s life is like a new adventure every day. This particular day turned… a little more adventurous than others though when they spot something that’s not supposed to be in their kitchen. Note: This is set after the movies, with everyone alive because uh that’s what Tolkien wrote idk what you’re talking about…

Thorin Oakenshield had faced Azog the Defiler multiple times. He had survived a dragon’s attack. He had led armies to win back Moria, he had led his people to the Blue Mountains to settle down, he had led the company to Erebor, defeated a dragon (kind of), survived the Battle of Five Armies (kind of), rebuilt Erebor for his nephew to take over…

Thorin Oakenshield was a king, a warrior, a hero.

Bilbo Baggins was a hero himself. He had faced things no hobbit could even dream about, seen things of the world no hobbit knew existed, and had been chosen by a dwarf king to be his One.

Both knew how to handle a sword, one better than the other…

And yet, married life was the biggest adventure both had endured. Each day brought something new. A new routine. A new argument. A new trait to love. A new secret. A new night of passion. It was an adventure one couldn’t get bored of. Ever.

But it also brought its perils.

Although, Thorin would never utter the word ‘peril’ in relation to this incident in front of his fellow kin… They would certainly laugh at him.

That particular day, their adventure started early in the morning.

And lasted well into the afternoon, as embarrassing as it was…

Thorin had entered the kitchen to the sweet smell of tea brewing on the hearth. Bilbo was already awake, wearing his morning robe and offering Thorin a smile. They reached out to each other to hug, as they did each morning –

Only to be interrupted by a mouse.

It ran across the floor, past both of their feet, and scurried into a cupboard, squeezing itself in without an issue.

“Get it! That’s where the cookies are!”

Cookies were very important to hobbits. All food was, actually, and if there was one thing that Thorin had assimilated from his time in Hobbiton, it was the passionate desire to protect their food storage.

So of course, both had dashed across the kitchen toward the cupboard, opening it in time to see the mouse scurry up and into a little hole, out of view.

“Blast it!” exclaimed Bilbo, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I will not let mice live in my home. No thank you! Before you know it there’s holes in your cheese you didn’t remember were there, and suddenly the cookies you wanted to give your neighbour are gone. This is not proper of a smial! And certainly not of this hobbit’s smial.”

Thorin agreed with a hum, narrowing his eye at the hole. “They’re behind the cupboards.”

“What do you mean they!?”

Thorin offered an apologetic look to the hobbit. “I highly doubt there is just the one mouse. They… fornicate quickly.”

Bilbo’s nostrils flared. “They’ve been fornicating in my house!?”

Despite the extremely annoyed look in the hobbit’s face, Thorin had to let out a chuckle at this. But he was quick to raise an apologetic hand when Bilbo’s angry look turned to him.

“Let’s set out a trap.”

As pathetic as it sounded… the former king of Erebor and Bilbo Baggins of Bag-end sat perched on a table, staring at the trap they’d made of cheese, crackers, and bread. Thorin held a little string in his hand, which was attached to the ceiling, twirled around a hook meant for a lamp. From there it led down to a little, tiny makeshift cage, dangling over the food. If the mouse came out to get the food, Thorin would let go of the trap and catch the creature.

Hopefully.

It was a bad idea.

But what else could they do?

Live with the mouse (or mice)? Absolutely not. That went against everything Bilbo believed in.

So, for hours, the two sat on that table, staring at the food in wait for their prey. It was a tense job. Bilbo snuck away only once to get them some snacks, making sure he was as light on his feet as a hobbit could be.

Sometime in the afternoon, something moved in their peripheral view. Both watched in anticipation as the mouse appeared, sniffing the air to check if it was safe.

It wasn’t dumb. It noticed Thorin and Bilbo on the table. And for a while, the three had a stare-off. The mouse didn’t move a single muscle, trying to ascertain whether this was dangerous or not.

But the food was right there…

And it looked delicious.

Bilbo and Thorin held their breaths as the mouse started moving closer to the food, first hesitantly, watching to see whether the two large creatures would do something threatening… but when they only sat still, the mouse kept moving. And moving. And moving.

Until it finally reached the food, beginning to sniff the cheese, nibbling slightly on it.

Bilbo waited just a few seconds, to make sure the mouse was distracted by the food, before he shouted out for Thorin to let go. The dwarf, shocked by Bilbo’s demanding enthusiasm more than listening to the command, let go of the string.

The trap dropped, both watching with wide, hopeful eyes, as it fell down… and trapped the mouse.

The creature squeaked in fear, trying to climb out, push out – anything. But it was trapped.

“Ha!” exclaimed Bilbo in victory, jumping down from the table. “No mouse gets to live in my hobbit hole without consequence.”

“Our hobbit hole.” Thorin shook his head in amusement as he stepped down from the table.

“Yes yes, our hobbit hole, of course.” That hadn’t sounded very convincing, and Thorin only rolled his eyes, not taking it personally.

“Now…” Bilbo crouched down to look at the mouse through the cage. The creature sat curled up in fear in a corner, breathing so heavily and heart pounding so hard that its entire body was shaking along with each heartbeat. Bilbo’s demeanour softened. “You know… We could let you roam freely in the Sackville-Baggins’ home-“

“Bilbo,” warned Thorin, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Alright then…” Bilbo sighed, genuinely a little upset he couldn’t go through with his evil plan. “Let’s find you a nice corn field.”

Every day brought them a new adventure as a married couple. Luckily, they handled other adventures a little better than this mouse.

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