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[bughead-in-the-comics]

From Archie #711 (2020).

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[targaryen-dynasty]

LECHERY.

Aemond Targaryen x wife!Reader

Based on the request: “I love your write so much !!!!! Can you write a jealosy Dom Aemond when his wife his dance and have fun with Jace at the dinner. So he put her on his knees and punish her, after that he fuck and give orgasms to show at who she belongs. A kinda dark but not to much, he loves her in his black heart after all“

WORDS: 3.9 K

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; DUB-CON, profanity, rough oral sex (face fucking), p in v, balls worship, humiliating, degrading, breeding kink, jealous Aemond, female Reader

“Come... let us drain our cups to these three... strong boys.“

And with that, everything went downhill. 

The evening had started relatively tame, considering you had supper in the Dragon’s lair with ten more or less hot-blooded Dragons surrounding you.

There was a bit of tension between the youngest present members of the family, but considering most incidents happened way before you even met your husband, you were somewhat oblivious to most of it. 

Until Jacaerys Velaryon had prowled around the long table and asked you to dance, catching you off guard, considering you were in a conversation with Helaena. 

Her soft and encouraging smile eventually coaxed you to accept the offer, but only because you hadn’t dared to look at your husband from over your shoulder, and felt the need to accept it out of courtesy; not wanting to cause any bad blood between you and the side of your husband’s family. 

Aemond wasn’t keen on dancing. Never had been, never would be. The only exception he made was on the evening of your wedding, more because he felt duty bound than that he actually enjoyed and wanted it. 

The possessive and jealous demeanor of your husband wasn’t a secret, though you suspected Jacaerys asked you to dance on purpose as a polite way to rile him off. He barely touched more than your hand during the dance, but that was already too much for Aemond, probably because he loathed his nephew.

On top of that, the giggles and laughs erupting from you didn’t help with his jealousy either. It was Jacaerys easy demeanor and his inability to dance that brought you a great sense of joy after the first rounds of swirling and circling around each other, he just didn’t take himself too seriously. 

Just one look over to where your Dragon sat motionless in his seat, facing the direction of the designated dance floor to keep his stern eye neatly trained on you, told you that you were in for a lot of trouble. 

That proved to be right. 

Not one glance was spared into your direction when Aemond exited the Small Hall after facing his uncle Daemon. It was unusual, had he always been nothing else than a devoted and caring husband, which was why you practically bolted out of the room to follow him. 

His footsteps were heavy, bouncing off the stone walls of the Red Keep as his large strides effortlessly carried him towards your martial chambers, his stance threatening enough to have every maid or person of court moving aside on his way. 

When the thick wooden door finally fell shut behind you, there was nothing else than silence and the dim light the fireplace granted filling your quarters. Hadn’t you seen your husband entering them before, you would have thought he wasn’t there. But you knew he was. You felt his presence. Your eyes flickered through the room, needing a few seconds to adjust to the light. 

A firm hand caught your loose tresses in a tight grip all of the sudden, the gasp that surged from your tongue replaced by a short shriek with you being all but yanked towards the large bed. 

It felt as if he placed his whole weight onto your body, your knees buckling until eventually they hit the hard stone floor. Much to your luck, the gown you wore was quite thick and cushioned the impact to a certain point. It still was painful, but hadn’t had you wincing. 

When your wide doe eyes looked up, you were blessed with the sight of Aemond looming over you. His jaw was clenched, probably the only indicator visible on his usually stern face that displayed the anger he felt. The eye patch was long gone, the blue Sapphire in his socket capturing the obtuse light of the fire, making him appear even more threatening. 

Your courtesy had pushed his limits, and with the position you were in, you knew you were trapped. 

A frown was knotted on your forehead, and despite knowing all too well what got you into this dilemma, you opted to play the innocent victim, feigning your confusion. 

“What is this about, husband?“ 

There were a few seconds of silence between you, passing with you shifting your weight from one knee to the other to ease the tension and stiffness in the joints. When the reply didn’t come even though his narrowed eye was fixed with yours, you tried to rise to your feet again, only for him to yank you back down by your hair. 

The harsh tugging was the main reason your heart rate increased, wildly thrumming against the confines of your ribcage. A stark contrast to the way he treated you normally. 

“Kneel, ābrazȳrys,” a command, and with the choice of his tone it was clear that it wasn't up to debate.

“But ‘tis not comfortable,” you protested. 

“You were not complaining about being uncomfortable with my nephew earlier.”

“I was not kneeling on stones either.”

“Oh, but I bet you thought about it. I saw the lecherous way that bastard-born fool was looking at you,” each word laced with venom. 

“You know we were just dancing, Aemond.”

“Were you? Or were you toying with him? Or toying with me?” he accused, hand remaining in your hair, whereas the other slowly undid the laces in the front of his breeches. 

“I am… I am afraid I do not understand,” your eyes had long traveled down to watch the movements of his hand, when awareness toppled over you about what he had planned to do. The front of his breeches was strained into a tent, looking incredibly painful and uncomfortable. 

It happened tortiously slowly. The laces loosened enough for him to push the front down, revealing his white braises which quickly followed to expose his throbbing length to the chill air of your quarters.

The pale skin was flushed around the tip, angrily begging for attention and relief. Droplets of his arousal leaked out of the small slit, giving it a slight glow. You were accustomed to the size of his member, sheathed deep inside of you almost every night since your wedding, but the perspective had it looking even more considerable than it already was. 

Just by looking at it, you could feel the soreness already creeping up to the back of your throat, straining your voice. 

His stones hung low, twitching and swinging every time Aemond’s hand wandered up to stroke down the full length of him. Lascivious thoughts clouded your mind, your mouth filling with saliva as the urge to lick and embrace his jewels with your lips became unbearable. 

“You are mine,” an unnerving timbre in his quiet voice, “it would be best for you to remember that.”

With the shivers running up your spine also came bolts of electricity that flickered into the other direction, filling the heat at the apex of your legs with anticipation. 

His jealousy and possessiveness toward you was something you should be concerned of, showing the danger that radiated off of him, and the true threat he was. If the deliberate ruse at supper was the fruit of nothing else than your courtesy, it would not stop at that. That only was the beginning, every sense of trepidation falling victim to his temper.

Your eyes were wide, the shimmer in them caused by the anxiety you felt. 

“I do remember,” seconds of silence passed in which you were looking for the right words to say, “Iksan aōhon.” I am yours. 

High Valyrian did not come as easy to you, as it came to your husband. The lack of lessons and Valyrian descent were not the best requirements to learn a tongue as difficult as it. But you tried, grasping a few of the words he repeated over and over whenever he spoke to you during multiple occasions. 

A bit more of the blue Sapphire was revealed when his eyes widened in surprise, unveiling some of the tenderness he felt towards you, even though it turned back to its usual cold and stern expression straight away. 

The grip on your hair released, and with the feeling of your scalp finally being able to relax again, you felt your heart rate slowing down, too. And when his hand instead cupped the back of your head, fingers tentatively massaging the assaulted skin, you couldn't stop leaning into his touch. You were basking in the feigned safety, caught by surprise when your face was urged toward his erect member.

“Perhaps my sweet wife needs some help to remember her place, gaomas ziry daor?” Does she not? 

“Kostilus,” you teased, your own arousal not a secret anymore. Perhaps.

Much to your husband’s surprise, not one second was wasted until the tip of your tongue was sweeping from the base of his cock up to the bulbous tip, the salty taste of his arousal spreading over your taste buds. 

Your heavy breaths fannef over the flushed skin, provoking a huff of air to slip past Aemond’s lips. 

The entirety of his palm was immediately wrapped with the strands of your long hair again, making it easier for him to keep your head exactly where he wanted it. Not that you minded, as long as things moved on your accord with a lot of preparation. 

Knowing your job, you reached to grasp his stiff member, using the bit of your saliva that ran along the underside as lubrication. Your tongue penetrated the spot between the base of his cock and the sac of his stones, until eventually your lips parted against his stones to suckle gently as you took them in your mouth. 

You felt Aemond twitching in your touch, hand slowly stroking up and down the entirety of his thick length.

It was the first time you went that far and engulfed his jewels, but your husband had little time to question where that boldness came from. The pleasure was too good, perfectly audible in the ragged breaths that spilled from him, only interrupted by a few grunts and groans. The indecency of your own ministrations surprised you all the same, but it satiated and soothed something in you that was long embedded in the back of your mind. 

It was the sharp tug of your husband that pulled you out of your trance like state, his jewels generously coated in your saliva from how fervently you had sucked on them. 

“You appear eager to have something in your mouth, Y/N,” he rasped as two of his slender fingers pried your lips apart, sinking into your mouth deep enough to gag you, before they were replaced by his cock, “Perhaps I can help you with that.”

His erect member laid heavy on your tongue, and you had little time to prepare yourself for what was to follow. As the feeling of your warm mouth around him reached Aemond’s mind, he wasted no time in bucking his hips into you. The ambush on your throat caused you to clutch his thighs, nails digging into the thin fabric of his ruffled breeches. 

The girth and length of him left little to no space for any air to fill your lungs, especially whenever he halted for a few seconds to relish in the tightness and heat your mouth granted him. He never went deep enough for your nose to nuzzle against his lower stomach, because otherwise he would spill down your throat in a matter of seconds. 

All you could do was to hollow your cheeks around him, draggin the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock and the vein that ran from the base to the tip. His abdominal muscles flexed at the sensations you granted him, more so when one of your hands clasped around the bit of his length that didn't fit into your mouth. 

However, your husband seemed to have other plans in mind, and peeled your hand off of him. Both his hands were steadily planted on either side of your face, keeping your head in place. 

There was no need for him to sink into you fully, your eyes already glassy from swallowing only half of him. Tears brimmed in them, straining your cheeks on their way down. The urge to squeeze them shut was big, but you kept them trained on his violet one. This allowed you to spot the exact moment your husband lost control, his hips thrusting into you on their own accord. He grabbed your head, tilting it to try for you to take as much of him as possible, until you were doing nothing at all and allowing him to use you however he desired. 

“Sīr sȳz,” the words pierced through the silence like a prayer, repeated by him multiple times. So good.

His groans grew in volume, whereas you only gripped his thighs as if your life depended on it. You gagged around him, saliva leaking down the corner of your lush lips and dripping onto your bosom, or at least the bit that was exposed through the low-cut neckline of your black dress. You relished in his praise, his appreciation making the whole assault a bit more bearable.

His cock started to grow harder, if that was even possible, indicating that he was on the verge of his peak. The mere thought of swallowing his salty spent coaxed you to hollow your cheeks around him once more, applying a bit of pressure to his cock by flattening your tongue and pressing it against him.

With his soaring pleasure also rose the pressure he applied on your face, combined with the loss of air the main cause for your vision to grow blurry, a slight headache flaring across your head. 

The ability to suck in some air was short-lived, coming and going every time he chose to force the tip of his cock down your throat again. If you were to place your hand on the juncture of it, you were sure to feel him from the outside, feeling and seeing how he eased his way down the tightness.

But suddenly, the pressure eased, and you coughed when too much air filled your lungs at once. 

Aemond’s breathing came in heavy bursts as he looked down at you, mouth agape and a slight pink tinting the pale skin around his cheeks, “Fuck that mouth of yours… I need to finish in your cunt.”

With that, you were yanked to your feet by your hair, turned around and toppled over the edge of the bed, landing on your stomach. The skirt of your dress was pushed up to reveal your smallclothes underneath, a damp spot visible in the center of them. The embarrassment of your lecherous desires caused you to bury your face in the bedcovers, heat radiating off your cheeks. You did not dare to look at him from over your shoulder, his mocking snicker perfectly audible. 

“Do you like this?” he asked, sarcasm laced within his voice, “do you enjoy when I treat you like a common whore?”

The shame his words caused to rise in you had you clenching your thighs together to which Aemond just tsked. Both his hands grasped your thighs to pry them apart again. They inched up your arse, fingers hooking underneath the hem of your smallclothes, tearing them down your body.

From that angle, Aemond was able to see just how affected you truly were by the whole situation, your cunny pulsing around nothing, and shining with the juices that had seeped out of your swollen folds. 

The sight was truly divine, and Aemond thanked the Seven for bringing you into his life. 

“Oh, you undoubtedly like this,” he purred. 

The bed shifted as Aemond climbed behind you, kneeling between your parted legs. One hand brushed your exposed thigh in a soothing manner, comforting you while the tip of his cock prodded at your greedy entrance. It moved up and down your folds, brushing against your little bud. Jolts of pleasure coursed through your body at that, the aching need for attention slowly being stilled by him. 

It was your whiny voice that filled the silence, “stop teasing me, husband… please.”

You moaned at the sensations, fisting the sheets in both hands as you tried to push your hips back, needing to feel more of him. As that didn't work, you opted to wiggle your hips instead to coax him into you to which Aemond just served a stinging slap to your right arse cheek, not even giving you a warning first. 

Your rear clenched together at the pain, not even his hand resting on the reddening skin able to soothe it. 

“Stay still,” he instructed, hands gripping the flesh of your arse tightly, pinning you down.

The pressure at your hole returned. Knowing his size (and still feeling its remnants lingering in your throat) you were glad to be soaking wet for him, because otherwise it would’ve been even more uncomfortable than it already was.

Despite taking him almost every night ever since your wedding, you still hadn’t grown accustomed to his size, the pain of his intrusion causing you to gasp. For a few seconds, pain was everything you felt, until it was replaced by pleasure. 

Once he had thrusted into you in a swift motion, his pubic bone pressing against your backside, he gave you time to adjust to his size. You felt full, almost as if he was to come out your throat at any given moment. The tip rested against your cervix, every throbbing of him adding to the fullness you felt. 

“M-Move… please,” you all but begged him, resting your cheek on the bedcovers; and your husband complied.

A shuddered breath was heard from behind you as you squeezed his cock, resulting in him pulling out almost completely to snap his hips right back in once the tip was the only thing engulfed by your heat. 

“I will never get used to your tightness,” he panted.

His hips moved to pistone in and out of your cunt, brushing your sweet spot every time he entered you. Aemond was so forceful, the tight grip on your hips was the only thing to keep you from shooting up into the headboard. 

Not long after, he released one of his hands and started to slap your arse, watching the way you squirmed and whined at the pain and euphoria that simultaneously filled your veins. He was silently wishing he had allowed his jealousy to take over much sooner, seeing how much you seemed to enjoy it.

The rustling of the bedcovers and dipping of the mattress next to your waist indicated that Aemond had shifted in his position, one hand neatly planted on the bed to support his weight as he towered over your body. You reached behind you to try and grab ahold of any part of his body you could grasp, but your husband had other plans. 

His hand clasped around your wrist whilst finding the other one, and brought them behind your back. His hand was large enough to envelope both your wrists, pinning them to your back and therefore forcing you to lean on your face. 

You felt the steady tightening of your stomach, your cunny and thighs tingling as your moans and whines grew louder. Faint stars danced along your vision, blacked out by the pillows underneath. 

Aemond felt you nearing your peak, his own already tingling at the tip of his cock thanks to the preparations you both had taken beforehand. 

“‘M going to fill you up,” Aemond grunted, emphasizing his words with a row of sharp thrusts, “fill you with my seed again and again until you are round with my child.” Just the thought caused his stones to seize up. He was walking on the edge, ready to tumble down into the abyss.

He spared no time in seeking out his pleasure, letting his cock go in and out with determination, slamming his pelvis into you with reckless abandon seen only in patrons of a brothel. 

The wet sound of your sweaty bodies slapping together was music to his ears, further sweetened by the quiet whimpers and moans you released every time he buried himself balls deep inside of your glorious womanhood. 

His hand found your hair, pulling and twisting your mane in his hand until he forced you to arch your back for him, allowing him to thrust into you deeper than before. He was hitting your sweet spot so utterly perfect, almost spending himself at the mere thought of how deeply he was impaling you. 

You, on the other hand, felt as if you had to pee, your thighs inevitably clenching together to stop the liquid from leaking out of you. The added tightness and stimulation allowed Aemond to topple over the edge. His soul was roaring in victory as his cock bursted his spent inside of you, spilling ropes of his hot seed deep inside your quivering walls. 

As he peaked, he felt your cunt clamping down on him, milking him for every drop. You were peaking from being fucked like an animal, as if you were a wildling living in the lands beyond the wall. 

Your legs trembled uncontrollably, and ridiculous amounts of your arousal oozed out of your cunt, coating the entirety of his member and dripping down his pulsing balls. 

You laid limply beneath him, trying to tame the chaos your overwhelming orgasm had caused within you, whereas he didn't seem to have that much trouble to regain his composure. 

Aemond’s tall frame towered over yours, bowing forward to press a kiss to the juncture of your shoulder. It was a welcomed gesture, but the gentleness quickly turned into something wicked, when he sank his teeth into the plumpness of your flesh. The stinging pain took you by surprise, causing you to clench around his flaccid cock. By the muffled groan Aemond unleashed against your skin, you knew he was just as overstimulated and sore as your cunt and throat. 

When he let go of your skin, he admired the burgeoning bruise that showed on your skin, satisfied he had claimed you in two ways that night. Your maids were going to see his claim on you the following morning, and with them not being able to keep their mouths shut, it was only a matter of time until the gossip about it spread throughout the castle and reached the damned ears of his bastard-born nephew. 

He pushed you off of him, hands grazing the reddened flesh of your arse, before he tugged himself back into his breeches. The heavy sigh that left his lips was enough to tell that his body (and jealousy) was content and sated, more so when a look over his shoulder revealed his seed trickling out of your well-fucked cunt. Another great rush of satisfaction coursing through him. 

“Dawn is almost upon us, sweet wife,” he cooed, “catch some rest. We will discuss this matter in the morrow when we break fast.”

There was no response coming from you. Too many impressions were clouding your mind and perception, the most prominent one being the question about the next time you would be able to dance with another man.

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[normal-internet-user]

the sibling reader stuff is mad dope good job bro, could you do sum like when theyre in middle school and they come home after school all upset and like wont talk to anyone and it turns out, oh no not cool man theyre being bullied. its totally cool if not bro, love your stuff homebre keep it up

I love writing sibling reader, these requests are making me happy!

BAYVERSE BOYS WHEN READER GETS BULLIED

The minute you walked into the Lair, they knew something was up.

You were still wearing your jacket for one,

You always, always took it off before you got home,

No matter how cold outside it was.

The second thing was your expression.

You just looked so...

Defeated.

Leo and Raph were the first to notice,

They shared a look with eachother, they both knew something had happened,

But figuring that out was the easy part,

Gettting you to talk wasn't going to be a cake walk...

"(Name)'s home!" Mikey shouted, jumping up from his spot on the couch, rushing to give you a hug.

The hug that you dodged with a weak smile.

The hug you had looked forward to getting everyday since you were 6.

That's when Mikey knew something wasn't right.

"How was school?" Donnie asked as he walked in, patting your shoulder as he passed.

You winced when his hand came in contact with your skin, laughing nervously.

Now Donnie knew too.

And you knew they knew.

"It was fine." you mumbled, before starting towards your room.

"Where ya' goin', Shorty?"

You sighed lowly, "To do homework."

"You just got home," Leo said, "Why don't you come watch TV with us for a little bit."

You shook your head, your breathing becoming uneven when you felt the tears prick your eyes, "Nope! I'm fine! You know how History is." You laughed nervously, reaching your room and closing the door as quickly as possible.

You tossed your backpack on your bed, shedding off your jacket, wincing.

You went to run your hand over the bruises that ran along your bare arms, pulling away quickly when the touch caused you to whimper.

The tears fell slowly, rolling down your cheeks almost taunting you.

'Some ninja.'

It was back.

That little voice that you hadn't heard in so long.

The one you had tried so damn hard to get rid of.

You slid down to the floor with your back against the door, head between your knees while you tried your hardest not to cry.

A soft knock sounded from behind you, and you held your breath, "(Name)..?" the worried voice of Mikey came from the otherside.

"Uh- Yeah?" you put some false chipper in your voice.

"You ok?"

"Peachy keen, Michel!"

You heard Raph grunt on the otherside of the door, "Dammit (Name), we're not stupid. We know you're lyin'."

You felt a sob build up in the back of your throat, you tried to respond but it felt like something was holding your voice hostage.

"Please just let us in." Donnie begged, and that did it.

You stood up slowly, doing your best to calm yourself.

Your eyes never left your feet as you opened that door,

You felt ashamed.

When you heard nothing from your brothers, you looked up to face them, and you felt the tears begin to fall again.

They weren't dissapointed in you,

They were upset.

They were angry.

For you.

You sniffled quietly and instantly Mikey pulled you in for a hug,

The second his arms wrapped around you the silent tears turned into to full on sobs.

And Mikey held you.

Just like he had when you were younger.

Mikey was doing his best to calm you out of your tears.

Just like he had in that alley oh so long ago.

You felt like you were just a toddler again,

Helpless and scared.

You were shaking, but despite the gut wrenching sobs you let out, an overwhelming sense of relief washed through your body.

You didn't have to keep the secret anymore.

Eventually your crying had reduced itself to sniffles, and you pulled away from Mikey, wiping your eyes while Donnie gently took your arms to examine the bruises.

"Who did it." Leo asked you lowly,

You looked down once again, the shame of being bullied filling you once again, "This clique of jerks. Ya know, the 'popular kids'. They've been picking on me since, like, 2nd grade for not having my bio parents around."

"How the hell do they even know that?" Raph growled out.

You shrugged, wincing when Donnie pressed on one of your bruises, "Some of their parents works in the office, so they knows April isn't my real mom."

Leo sighed, "Is this the first time the bullying has been physical?"

You nodded, "I told 'em to fuck off. They... didn't like that and jumped me after school."

"Have you tried getting staff involved?" Donnie question,

"Yup, but like I said, some of their parents work in the office, so they never get in trouble. I'm just told to stop lying trying to cause drama."

Leo hummed, and you looked up from the floor, "I'm sorry." you said, sniffling, tears welling up once again.

"What?"

"I'm sorry... I tried to stand up for myself, but I'm just not s-strong like you guys.."

Leo shook his head and pulled you in for a hug, "Don't you dare say you're sorry, (Name), because you have nothing you should be sorry for. We'll deal with those kids, just meet us in the nearest alley after school, ok?"

You nodded, "Can we watch Smurfs?"

Raph chuckled and patted you on the head when Leo pulled away, "Sure thing, Shorty."

The next day at school, you were nervous.

Leo hadn't told you his plan, just to meet them in the nearest alley to the school.

The bell rung, and you rushed out of the classroom, you reached your locker quickly and emptied it for the day.

After that, you rushed out the front door as fast as you could.

You were almost off school property when they caught up to you.

"Going somewhere, bitch?"

You looked behind you, seeing Brad and his possy of prep kids glaring snarkily at you.

"Fuck off, Brad." you said, continuing towards that alley.

You felt someone yank on the back of your hoodie, and you whipped around and socked the guy who held it in the face.

After that you took off running, with Brad shouting behind you, "Get back here you fucking bitch!"

You ran breathless into the alley, debating pulling up the manhole cover and escaping, but then the clique walked into the alley way.

Brad grabbed the front of your shirt, lifting you up slightly, "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh, fucker?"

"Our baby sibling."

Brad dropped you and began to frantically search the alley for whomever had spoke.

You felt a hand on you shoulder and turned to see a very angry Raphael.

"The baby sibling you just put your hands on."

One of the girls spotted your brothers, gasped quietly, and then promptly fainted.

You let out a pft-

Before backing up to stand next to Donnie, who wrapped his arm around your shoulder while glaring at the kids.

The prep kids looked just about ready to either faint, or book it out of the alley, but just as they began to run, Leo popped out of nowhere and wrapped his arm tightly around Brad's shoulder.

"Hey, you must be Brad. So a little birdy told me that you've been causing some issues for sweet old (Name) here. For your information, we're their big brothers, and we don't take too kindly to people picking on family."

He shoved Brad forward, with Brad in the other kids looking around in terror.

Raph spoke up, twirling one of his sais around menacingly, "You got one option here, so pay attention. I'm gonna give you all 10 seconds to get down on your knees and beg (Name) for the forgivness you don't deserve, or I'll show ya' what it's like to get beat up by someone bigger than ya', got it punk?"

Brad and his possy immediatly dropped to their knees infront of you, and it took everything in your power to not laugh out loud as they all frantically begged you for mercy and forgiveness and they were so sorry, etc. etc.

"Shut up you blubbering idiots." you said, they immediatly stopped talking, and you turned to face Leo "I wanna go home, do we still have poptarts?"

Leo nodded, and Raph picked Brad up off the ground, "You leave (Name) alone from now on."

Mikey nodded poking him in the side, "Yeah, you don't talk to them, you don't look at them, don't even breath in their direction, got it?"

Brad nodded frantically, and Raph dropped him, and Leo sent him one last glare "Don't say a word of what happened here to anyone, got it? We'll know, and we will find you. Now go."

Without another word, the clique left, scampering down the sidewalk like some terrified rabbits.

"Now let's get you that poptart, Shorty."

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And voilà! I hope you guys enjoy this one since I really liked writing it! 💕

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[mortiferumsomnum]

Danny Had Enough of Clockwork’s Pining

EDIT: MASTERLIST

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The reason why Alfred is somewhat immortal is because Clockwork is in love with him, and had “blessed” him, but Alfred is unaware about all this, and Clockwork would love to keep that to himself, thank you. 

But Danny, being the little shit that he was, went up to Alfred.

“Hello, good sir!” said Danny in the middle of the grocery store, not at all looking like a naughty little boy up to no good. 

Alfred, being the absolute angel that he was, smiled kindly towards Danny, straightening his back after grabbing some canned sardines and putting them in the cart. “Yes, young sir? How may I help you?”

Clockwork, who was still in his lair, cursed as Danny said, “My Dad has been pining over you for... years? I think? And I just wanted to ask if you were free anytime this week so you could meet him.”

THAT BLASTED CHILD! Clockwork stopped time in his lair, making sure that even the observants were frozen, before disappearing and appearing behind Danny with his perfectly crafted Human form.

“Daniel William Fenton,” and good, the child flinched, “that’s enough.”

But when Danny turned towards him, he didn’t look the least bit remorseful.

Clockwork lifted his eyes to see Alfred, and his breath hitched when Alfred smiled. Amusedly. At HIM. 

Let it be known that Clockwork did not blush. He didn’t.

“I...” Clockwork coughed into his hand to clear his throat. Because he surely didn’t squeak either. “I am Horatio Clockwork. This child is just someone I am babysitting.”

A loud, ‘Hey!’ came from Danny, which was promptly ignored.

Alfred chuckled. And it was beautiful.

“Alfred Pennyworth,” he said. And his was smooth and beautiful and... 

“ClockDad, stop staring at him. It’s rude,” Danny said, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Clockwork huffed. “I wasn’t staring at him, Danny.” Then looking at Alfred, and Ancients, he could look at those eyes forever. “I’m sorry if it seemed that way.”

Danny huffed beside him. “Yeah, Mr. Pennyworth. I’m sorry if Clockwork was enjoying too much of a beautiful view.”

Okay, that’s it. He needs to get his child and himself out of here. 

But a small laugh from Alfred got Clockwork out of his thoughts.

“I am free this Friday evening,” he said, bringing out a pen and a piece of paper, writing on it with smooth motions, and handing it over to Clockwork with a wink. “Do message me the time and place, Mr. Clockwork.”

Clockwork took the paper.

And then, Alfred Strode away. Clockwork could swear the man’s hips were swaying.

He got Alfred’s number in his hands, written on a piece of paper.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” said Danny.

That doesn’t stop Clockwork from dragging Danny kicking and screaming out of the grocery store and back to his lair.

******

WHAT IS THIS?!??!?!?!? I DON’T KNOW EITHER XD

BUT NOW I’M MAKING THIS EVERYONE ELSE’S PROBLEM TOO

- Clockwork discovered Alfred when he was bored watching people in his lair. It was love at first sight the moment he saw Alfred defeat the odds in some secret mission. He was like some movie protagonist, shirt off and muscles prominent. An explosion happened in the background while Alfred surveyed his surrounding area with keen eyes. He looked glorious.

- Clockwork would follow Alfred’s adventures in being in the military. He cheered when Alfred became one of the best plan pilots in the army. He wept when he saw how distressed Alfred was in treating his comrades with field medic skills that was forced upon him. He cried in joy when Alfred finally left the military life to become a butler, an insanely handsome butler, for the Wayne family in America.

- But then, Alfred would have to go back to the distressing life of having to watch his loved ones pass away before him, again. He watches as Alfred desperately teaches Bruce how to defend himself (even if he looked very composed, he wasn’t. Alfred wasn’t composed). He watched as Alfred kept the Wayne Manor clean in worry, repetitive actions being the only thing that calms the man, while Bruce went off on his soul-searching journey to train himself while giving Alfred messages once in a while to confirm that he’s still alive. 

- He watched as Alfred gained a grandson, lost a grandson, and gained more grandchildren as the years went on.

- And then Danny came into Clockwork’s life, and Clockwork could feel how Alfred felt when he took in Bruce as his son.

- Well, that pride and happiness towards his pseudo-son was short-lived once Danny found out his secret.

- “ClockDad, look. Both of you are single. Both of you are old. Both of you are available. So, like, why not?”

- Because Clockwork is immortal, and Alfred is not---

- Danny stared at Clockwork in deadpan. “There is literally an afterlife for restless souls, which is the Ghost Zone! If Kitty and Johnny could be together, so can you two!!”

- “He does not know I exist.”

- I can fix that, thought Danny.

- So, Danny reads all of Clockwork’s (creepy as heck and bordering on stalker-ish--- Oh GOD, he even has a picture of Alfred SHIRTLESS-- Nope. Not touching that. God. Ancients. Just. NO.) notes and went to the grocery store that Alfred frequented.

- Thanks to Danny, Clockwork gets a date. And Clockwork knew exactly where to take Alfred.

- “By the way, what are you going to do about your fake civilian identity?” Danny asked.

- Clockwork didn’t answer him.

- And Danny figured it out. “You already had a civilian identity prepared for yourself... didn’t you? When did you make it?! When you fell in love with Alfred?!”

- Clockwork still didn’t answer him.

- “HOLY SHIT, CLOCKWORK!”

- All I can say is, the date was a success. Clockwork even managed to get a kiss... or two... or ten...

- It was a full blown make-out session that Danny (who was invisible) and the Bats (who were stalking in some of the higher buildings) cringed to. They were two sweet and gross old men that were in love. And that’s nice. But they don’t want to see them kissing!!

- Bruce had many reservations about it. That’s his Dad. And it didn’t matter if they already had their first date! If they plan to get serious and... get... married. OH GOD. WHAT IF THEY WANT TO GET MARRIED?! THEY NEED TO CONSULT BRUCE FIRST! BRUCE NEEDS TO MEET THIS HORATIO CLOCKWORK. And, to Bruce’s delight, everyone in the batfamily wanted in on giving this Clockwork the shovel talk.

- Hitting two weeks into the relationship, Clockwork came clean to Alfred, because he knew this man. He also now knows this man better than before. He did this not because it was fair, but because he wanted to be loved for all of him. Not just as Horatio Clockwork, but as fully Clockwork.

- Danny, who was on board the whole time, became worried for him.

- But Clockwork wasn’t as worried.

- And Clockwork was right. And because the two of them were very good at communication (which shocked Danny because Clockwork always talked to him in riddles. On purpose. Let it be known that although Clockwork is wise, he’s also a conniving little shit, the master of all things gremlin and mischief), they decided that it was best to keep Clockwork’s ghost status hidden, and not bring it up when it is not needed.

- But, because Danny is a good son, he goes with Clockwork to Wayne Manor as moral support. Invisible Moral Support. Danny was also going there to watch the Batdad and Batkids shovel talk Clockwork. (And he stayed invisible the entire time. Sucks to be you, Clockwork).

- When Clockwork saw Jason’s status, while he and Alfred were alone (and after soundproofing the room he and Alfred were sharing in the manor... of course Clockwork noticed the hidden cameras), lying together on the bed with Alfred in his arms, he talked about what Clockwork could make for Jason so that the young man could live the rest of his life without the Lazarus’ influence. Alfred cried tears of happiness, and kissed Clockwork (they were just put out that they couldn’t do hot gay sex without the family knowing.)

- Bruce begrudgingly accepted Clockwork after seeing how happy he made Alfred. Clockwork even managed to gain the approval of the batkids. 

******

- “I should bring my emotionally adopted son the next time I visit,” said Clockwork.

- They all agreed and were excited to meet Danny.

- When Danny - 15 years old - appeared, he hugged Bruce by the waist. “Nice to meet you, future brother-in-law!!!”

- The batkids love him.

#This came to me in a dream #a wonderful dream it was #uwu #dc x dp #dp x dc #clockwork #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #batfam #danny fenton #danny phantom #clockwork x alfred #CLOCKWORTH #alfred became a monsterfucker holy shit

[finniestoncrane]

Jealousy

Rogues Headcanons request: rogues who are jealous of their crush with another partner. i'm so sorry anon this post got messed up by tumblr so i had to delete it and i've only now found time to rewrite it ;-; 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: threats, posessive/obsessive behaviour, violence, yandere bullshit i guess

penguin

oswald cobblepot isn't the type to wait around for someone

someone who obviously doesn't see a good thing when it's standing in front of them

sure he'll pine for a bit

but anyone who doesn't have the sense to know he's the better choice in any situation is too dumb to be with him

however, for the right person (that person being you...)

he might be known to spend nights in his office, avoiding going home to his empty apartment

because it bothers him that you're not there, sitting beside him

curling up to him in bed, waking up to him in the mornings

all the little things that he's missing out on, that someone else now has

it's enough to drive a respectable businessman to some rather cruel efforts to get what he wants

poison ivy

pam likes to think of herself as "above it all"

she's just green, the hue has nothing to do with jealousy

but the sudden, unprompted, and rather intense development of a mini jungle outside of your apartment?

that has everything to do with jealousy

they can bring you a bouequet of flowers, sure, the decapitated heads of something that was once living trussed up in bows

but only she can build you a botanical garden wherever you please

something that keeps living and growing

just like her intense infatuation with you

and the dead weight your carrying around with you will definitely become handy

since they can be mixed into compost for her gardens

victor zsasz

how dramatic can he get? seems like the answer is "very"

new tallymark system: one scratch for every day he's not with you

although, if he really sat down to think about it

his talents could definitey see him go far here, e.g. his skill in the art of disposal

nothing extravagant or showy, no, this has to be secretive, stealthy, surprising

one quick shot to their forehead from a distance

or a pretend mugging, an oddly precise slash to the neck doing the trick

which method of ridding you of this new love of your life would cause you the least amount of psychological damage?

because he's not keen on the idea of waiting around for you much longer

so you have to get over this current obstacle pretty quickly once they've been dealt with

mr freeze

it's likely been a while since he last latched onto someone emotionally

so there's already a deep connection between you, even if it's one sided, and it's difficult for him to look past it

even knowing that you're with someone else

the thoguht of someone trying to take nora from him when she was there infuriates him

and yet here he is, considering doing the exact same thing

it's different though, because he deserves someone nice to love

he's owed someone to care for and to dote after, and to return the favour to him

he'd definitely opt for a romantic gesture to win you over

something magical, like freezing your idiot partner and scooping you up in his arms

and carrying you off to his lair to keep you isolated for decades in near mint condition

riddler

his proclivity for solving puzzles and knowing the answer to everything has kept him awake every night

why are you with someone else and not with him?

why would you ever choose someone else over him?

absolutely bizarre behaviour BUT you just need someone to show you the error of your ways

someone to teach you, to educate you, so you can make better choices in the future

and of course, he's willing to use force if need be

some of his best lectures have been given with a captive audience

sometimes it really is the only way to get people like you to listen

and perhaps, at the end, he'll offer up a little pop quiz, the kind where if you fail it, your head goes pop

how smart is that new partner of yours anyway, hm?

two face

everything comes down to a choice

you just happened to make the wrong one

now harvey might be willing to respect your choices

he's a reasonable man after all

but two face is not taking this absolutely shocking disregard of his feelings well

it's not even up for the coin to decide

it's rampage time

and no one is safe from his intense violence and rage until he has you in his arms

and if that doesn't work, he can always rely on harvey and his brains

that lawyer talk should come in handy when he's arguing his case for choosing him

harley quinn

ok first of all, rude

she's willing to forget about her true love, mr j, and give you a chance

and you're going to pick someone else

hey! it's not her fault she never got around to asking you out

you should have asked her out! you do the hard work, bub!

anyway, her jealous streak is based in a defense mechanism

you are 100% going to be her worst enemy

it's part of distancing herself from you

and a way to avoid any blame on herself for not being quick enough to snap you up

god forbid she's to blame for her own misfortune

mad hatter

jervis is entirely respectful of your choices

it's not your fault that you didn't see him, or notice his affections

and it's not really his fault that he wasn't brave enough to say anything before it was too late

it's just that the universe has decided that you don't quite get your happy ever after yet

every fairytale story requires a bit of drama

a plot twist, to make the sweet, perfect ending more satisfying

he has absolutely no doubt that you'll find your way to him

without the need for any dubious tea or fashionable hats that might alter your beahviour

and then it'll all be the way it should be, you with him

in wonderland together forever

scarecrow

that's fine.

no really, make your own choices, make the wrong choices

the fear of losing you is fascinating and he's fine to hold onto that

but he will be getting revenge, just for the fun of it

see how well your new flame protects you when you wake up from one of jonathan's nightmares

especially when those nightmares feature your new partner

tormenting you, haunting you, terrifying you

oh, wouldn't you like to find safety in jonathan's arms?

well, perhaps he might find the kindness in him to allow that

but you'll have to beg, and suffer sufficiently, first

bane

ok so let's face it no one is arguing with bane or fighting him for your affections

but he's just such a big soft lug

if he saw you, knowing you were happy

even if that meant you were happier with someone other than him

he absolutely would do nothing to disrupt that

his jealousy would be well contained, never cruel or mean-spirited

he just knows that he would love the opportunity to show you what you're missing

the minute he suspects you're unhappy though, he is back on his simping bullshit with you, not brave enough to just ask you out

and you better hope he never gets the idea that your partner is being anything less than wonderful to you

or he'll crush them with one hand

#reblog #finnie writes #riddler #edward nygma #batman rogues #rogues gallery #scarecrow #jonathan crane #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #harvey dent #two face #rogues #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #bane #eduardo sanchez #victor zsasz #mr freeze #victor fries

[ebaeschnbliah]

They remained some days in Lothlórien ...

... so far as they could tell or remember. All the while that they dwelt there the sun shone clear, save for a gentle rain that fell at times, and passed away leaving all things fresh and clean. The air was cool and soft, as if it were early spring, yet they felt about them the deep and thoughtful quiet of winter. It seemed to them that they did little but eat and drink and rest, and walk among the trees; and it was enough.

They had not seen the Lord and Lady again, and they had little speech with the Elven-folk; for few of these knew or would use the Westron tongue. Haldir had bidden them farewell and gone back again to the fences of the North, where great watch was now kept since the tidings of Moria that the Company had brought. Legolas was away much among the Galadhrim, and after the first night he did not sleep with the other companions, though he returned to eat and talk with them. Often he took Gimli with him when he went abroad in the land, and the others wondered at this change.

Now as the companions sat or walked together they spoke of Gandalf, and all that each had known and seen of him came clear before their minds. As they were healed of hurt and weariness of body the grief of their loss grew more keen. Often they heard nearby Elvish voices singing, and knew that they were making songs of lamentation for his fall, for they caught his name among the sweet sad words that they could not understand.

Mithrandir, Mithrandir sang the Elves, O Pilgrim Grey! For so they loved to call him. But if Legolas was with the Company, he would not interpret the songs for them, saying that he had not the skill, and that for him the grief was still too near, a matter for tears and not yet for song.

It was Frodo who first put something of his sorrow into halting words. He was seldom moved to make song or rhyme; even in Rivendell he had listened and had not sung himself, though his memory was stored with many things that others had made before him. But now as he sat beside the fountain in Lórien and heard about him the voices of the Elves, his thought took shape in a song that seemed fair to him; yet when he tried to repeat it to Sam only snatches remained, faded as a handful of withered leaves.

When evening in the Shire was grey, his footsteps in the Hill were heard, before the dawn he went away on journey long without a word. From Wilderland to Western shore, from northern waste to southern hill, through dragon-lair and hidden door and darkling woods he walked at will. With Dwarf and Hobbit, ElvesMen, with mortal and immortal folk, with bird on bough and beast in den, in their own secret tongues he spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand, a back that bent beneath its load; a trumpet-voice, a burning brand, a weary pilgrim on the road. A lord of wisdom throned he sat, swift in anger, quick to laugh; an old man in a battered hat who leaned upon a thorny staff. He stood upon the bridge alone, and fire and shadow both defied. His staff was broken on the stone. In Khazad-dûm his wisdom died.

`Why, you'll be beating Mr. Bilbo next! ' said Sam.

'No, I am afraid not,' said Frodo. 'But that is the best I can do yet.'

'Well, Mr. Frodo, if you do have another go, I hope you'll say a word about his fireworks,' said Sam. `Something like this:

The finest rockets ever seen: they burst in stars of blue and green, or after thunder, golden showers came falling like a rain of flowers.

Though that doesn't do them justice by a long road.'

`No, I'll leave that to you, Sam. Or perhaps to Bilbo. But-well. I can't talk of it any more. I can't bear to think of bringing the news to him.'

Frodo’s Lament for Gandalf & Sam’s Fireworks Poem performed by The Tolkien Ensemble:

#the lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #the mirror of galadriel #jrr tolkien #lothlorien #caras galadhon #aragorn #boromir #legolas #gimli #frodo #sam #merry #pippin #movie pics #peter jackson #music #the tolkien ensemble

[magicianrabbidsupremacy]

Rabbids Invasion: Bwahdgment Day AU Characters 1

This au was the brain child of me and SX99 on discord. This au takes place in the bad future of the Rabbids Invasion episode "The Rabbid from the Future" where Otto Torx has won and most of earth has been destroyed. I'll be listing some characters that have so far survived the apocolypse that Mr. Torx has created.

Becky (The Blonde Rabbid): Becky is the leader of a resistance fighting to take back earth from Otto Torx and his army. Despite being a Rabbid she has amazing fighting capabilities which is thanks to her experience with Rabbid 000. While she might look like a very serious bunny when she's not fighting she is still kind hearted but sometimes morns on how she misses her past and the disappearence of Rabbid 000.

Rabbid 000: After a failed mission which ends up getting one of his friends killed Rabbid 000 is devistated and goes into hiding never to be seen by most people on earth. He hides somewhere depressed and getting drunk on pepper juice. He thinks about how he could have done things differently along with dark thoughts about himself. His only piece of company is Mini Rabbid who has taken good care of him for a while now.

Mini Rabbid: Mini lives with Rabbid 000 keeping safe and making sure his mental state is normal. (Well as normal as a Rabbids mental state can get) He still goes out on his own getting food and suplies to survive and give to 000. His small body makes it easier for him to sneak past enemies since by himself since he isn't a very strong bunny.

Zak & Zoe: Zak and Zoe are apart of the resistance saving helpless people, defending against Otto's robots and getting supplies and food to survive the apocolypse. They usually go on missions together and sometimes bring their three Rabbid friends as well. They both use their experience with technology to make multiple gadgets and weapons . Zoe is also apart of a daycare where she keeps children who survive safe and can create medicine for people affected by the radiation caused by Otto's destructive rise to power.

Lapinibernatus: Seeing how this au takes place before Mission To Mars Lapini is still stuck on pretzel island. When he finds about the apocolypse happening he decides to make the island his home base and uses his genius to give it some more defenses. While he might be safe from Otto's army there is one thing the Lapini can't escape from....lonelyness.

Mad Rabbid: Mad is chaotically neutral as he's not really fighting for one side. He kinda enjoys the apocolypse and is not too affected by it. (Minus the part where his best friend Secur-X is kinda dead) There are times where he will help the Resistance or Otto just for the fun of it. While he likes the chaos he's not to keen on outright killing people that aren't Otto's robots. He has two other Rabbids who follow him around despite his crazyness. Them being Nerdy and Disco.

Olivia: Olivia wonders the dead land trying to survive on her own after the destruction of Nebulous Industries. She is a capable fighter able and uses her brain to get out of trouble. Later on she finds a hurt, scared and bruised up Rabbid that she takes with her. That Rabbid being Cosmo.

Dark Rabbid: While everyone is struggling to survive Dark has been hiding in the shadows in a secret lair with his own loyal minions as he plots on overthrowing Otto Torx as ruler of earth and destroying the resistance. Two of his right hand men are General Barranco 3 and Scientist Rabbid as they come up with plans and weapons to win the war.

Pink: Pink is a robotic bunny created by using spare parts of destroyed Rabbid drones. It was created by Dark Rabbid to kill Otto and Becky so Dark Rabbid can complete his plans of world domination. It rides a spider like creature to get around and attack enemies and uses it's cuteness to trick unsuspected rabbids or humans.

Alice Gassman: After the death of her parents Alice romes the planet alone struggling to survive with only a barely working doll in hand. She usually finds dumpsters to sleep in as she is unable to find any places to live. Her lonelyness kicks in when she starts missing her family and almost always cries herself to sleep. Days later before she is killed by a couple of Otto's robots she is saved by Zak and Zoe who take her in and let her live in a daycare along with the other surviving children.

Otto Torx: Otto lives in a highly secured lair and is now the ruler of earth. He controls a variety of robots and drones who will kill any person on sight. He has also turned himself into a cyborg giving him more strength in combat. He's also focused on trying to destroy the resistance and kill their leader Becky in order to achive total victory.

Magician Rabbid: The Magician Rabbid is a scavenger looking for stuff to keep him alive such as food and resources. Thanks to the radiation caused by Otto and his previous transformation the Magician now has a split personality where one of them has him as his normal egotistical self and the other where he acts like a chicken. Doesn't matter what personality he has he still has a burning hatred for Alice.

More characters coming soon.

If you've got any questions comment below.

#rabbids #raving rabbids #rabbids invasion #rabbids au #Rabbids Invasion Bwahdgment Day AU #lapinibernatus #mad rabbid #otto torx #rabbids invasion mission to mars #terminator rabbid

[uptoolateart]

When your day job merges with your obsession....

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Dear Gabriel

Overview / Inheritance and Succession Planning

Further to our recent meeting at the mansion, you were referred to me for advice in relation to setting up a suitable plan for passing on your inheritance as well as ensuring that your son Adrien (14) is looked after, following your death, where you have confirmed that you only have a few weeks left to live.

You confirmed that you have tried all forms of medical intervention, even time travel. However, this only worsened your condition.

I want to thank you for taking me into your confidence, as your circumstances are highly delicate. This letter will now summarise the key points of our discussion.

Background

You are 45 and widowed, your only child being Adrien. You work as a fashion designer and head the internationally successful Gabriel brand, in addition to your recent business ventures with Tomoe Tsurugi, including the smart ring / personal assistant device Alliance.

Your main residence is fully unencumbered and valued at c €40m, while your net worth is estimated at around €11 bn.

You have few liabilities, aside from business costs, although you noted that you recently spent €100m constructing sensory deprivation rooms in London for Adrien and Tomoe’s daughter Kagami, to ‘keep them out of harm’s way’ as you initiate your final business enterprise.

We agreed it was ‘not worth your time’ to undertake a full income and expenditure analysis. Suffice to say, you generate substantial surplus income each and every month to fund your lifestyle.

You are in the process of drafting a new will, leaving a portion to Tomoe, nominal amounts to your staff including Adrien’s bodyguard, and the remaining estate to Adrien.

As Adrien is a minor, his inheritance will be placed into trust until he attains age 18. Previously, you willed guardianship of Adrien to your assistant, Nathalie Sancoeur. However, due to personal differences, as well as her own failing health, you will now determine a new guardian, potentially your sister-in-law Amelie, who resides in London, although you are not on good terms and you are concerned that your nephew Felix is a ‘bad influence’.

You will also nominate someone to take over the Gabriel brand, as Adrien has expressed that he does not wish to continue in the fashion industry, having resigned as a model.

On a more personal note, you play piano, you are a keen fencer, and you recently took up cooking – thank you for the pancakes! You also enjoy the occasional game of golf.

Objectives

These are all very short-term, due to your unfortunate terminal illness:

Obtain the ladybug and cat miraculous

Bring your wife Emilie back from the dead

Ensure Adrien is looked after

Ensure Adrien marries the girl you have selected for him – namely, Kagami

Remove Marinette Dupain-Cheng from Adrien’s life ‘permanently’

Minimise the level of inheritance tax that will be payable by Adrien upon your passing, wherever possible

Arrange life cover for Adrien, to ensure the estate is not lost should someone wish to ‘make him disappear’

Ensure the miracle box and associated kwamis are passed on to a new guardian, after your passing – potentially to Adrien, although this would involve a difficult conversation with him, to spare him learning your secrets posthumously

Protect your secret identity as Hawk Moth / Shadow Moth / Monarch after your passing – this will entail some costs, as you will need to dismantle the missile security system in ‘the dome’ and seal off the underground lair in the secret basement

Should you not succeed in reviving Emilie, you will need to relocate her body, to ensure she can remain in suspended animation – you also wish to ensure that your mission for revival is picked up by a successor, namely Tomoe

Ensure the security of the ring that controls Adrien

Totally random - Keep reading at Ao3

#ml fanfic #ml fic #ml gabriel #Gabriel Agreste's A+ Parenting #ml adrien #adrien agreste #ml kagami #ml felix #ml representation #crack fic #crack treated seriously

[oraclekleo]

Goo Gun Il (Xdinary Heroes) Kinky* Tarot Reading

Disclaimer:

All readings have purely entertainment nature

I don’t know any of the celebrities personally

Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings

I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

Before requesting, read the pinned post and appropriate linked post

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Waiting time is long, even several months

If you can’t wait, please, seek other tarot reader

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck: Runic Tarot

Spread: Kinky* Reading

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Goo Gun Il

Stage Name: Gunil

Group: Xdinary Heroes

DOB: 24.07.1998

Sun Sign: Leo

Chinese Sign: Earth Tiger

Life Path Number: 4

Masterpost: Xdinary Heroes

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Goo Gun Il

Gunil (Xdinary Heroes)

Deck: Runic Tarot

Spread: Kinky* Reading

Position - XX Judgement

Relationship is truly Gunil’s call. It’s something he aspires towards and wishes to master the art of being a perfect boyfriend, lover, husband, father. He’s more on the dominant side of the spectrum but only because he truly likes to take care of others, nurture them, help them grow and advance. He’s the supportive type of man who will always come to aid his beloved one but he won’t ever put restrictions on them of any kind. Gunil knows what people need to reach their greatest potential and he’s capable of making sacrifices if they are truly meaningful.

Libido - 9 of Horns (Cups)

No matter the circumstances, Gunil always does his best as a lover. He’s got a nearly psychic ability to pick up on what his other half is feeling like and he will adapt to it. Is his lover feeling wild and racy? Gunil can easily match that mood and turn into a playful tiger. Is his lover feeling more soft? Gunil becomes the softest plush boy to hug. He’s not the type to insist on the make out to escalate further. He’s completely content and happy when he’s in the company of his sweetheart and it doesn’t matter to him whether sex will happen or not.

Turn On - 7 of Wands

Gunil is likely to seek someone content with their place in the world, someone who defends their ideals and knows their worth. They are the eye of a hurricane and no matter what mayhem and chaos surrounds them, they stay above it in a way and keep a cool head. They are not the type to get discouraged by obstacles and challenges, on the contrary those motivate them to work even harder because they believe that anything truly valuable is worth the fight.

Kink - Page of Swords

Gunil is especially keen to serve and provide to his lover, he’s the pleaser. At the same time, he’s smart and has a curious mind, he’s open to anything and very eloquent. He’s likely to encourage his lover to express their needs and wants freely as he’s not a judgemental type. Any practice, technique or position are fine with him. He’s also likely to get really vocal in bed, think deep throaty moans resembling purring and growling even.

Dirtiest Secret* - 9 of Shields (Pentacles)

Gunil actually truly enjoys sensual pleasures and luxury. It doesn’t necessarily mean expensive items but he’s likely to equip his ‘lair’ with soft pillows, cushions, blankets, soft and smooth materials that are pleasing to the eyes and that invite touching them. He’s likely to take special pleasure in running his fingers through his lover’s hair, in case those are healthy, smooth and well kept. Gunil has an eye for detail and is likely to like his environment to be comfortable.

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[choiceofgames]

New game! Skystrike: Wings of Justice

New game! "Skystrike: Wings of Justice" by E. Chris Ambrose is now available on Steam, iOS and Android. It's 25% off until Nov 17.

https://www.choiceofgames.com/skystrike/

Take to the skies! With the swift wings and keen senses of a falcon, can you save your city from the RatKing’s army of minions?

Skystrike: Wings of Justice is a 350,000 word interactive novel by E. Chris Ambrose. It's entirely text-based, without graphics or sound effects, and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

As the hero Skystrike, you use your falcon powers to keep your city safe while maintaining your secret identity and evading government forces desperate to harness your powers for war.

Now, there's a new threat in town: a charismatic villain known as the RatKing, who has been recruiting a massive army of merciless minions. He must be more than an ordinary crime boss - why else would the animals in town be acting so strangely? And why else would the Bureau of Unlikely Occurrences be on the case?

You’ll need to fly fast and think faster - or just hit harder - if you’re going to have a chance of defeating this villain! Dance at glamorous galas, thwart attacks on the city’s infrastructure, infiltrate top-secret labs, and try to keep your secret identity secret.

You’ll even come face to face with the RatKing himself! When you do, you just might learn the secret truth behind his rise to power--or, you might succumb to his charisma and become a minion yourself…

All you know for sure is, if you can’t convince the government to help, you must escape them in time to stop the RatKing from carrying out his secret plan. Or will Skystrike be grounded forever?

• Play as male, female, or non-binary; gay, straight, bi, or asexual/aromantic. • Choose your origin story and secret lair: a super-science lab, an ancestral manor, a cliffside hideout, or a museum full of ancient artifacts! • Romance your shy gentle neighbor, a bold adventurous cop, a stylish insightful blogger, or your bright efficient co-worker. • Fight off the RatKing’s ever-growing army and thwart their nefarious plans! • Soar high with the powers of a bird of prey: sharp senses, nimble wings, and powerful muscles. Or, rely on human charm and ingenuity to win over your enemies. • Fly under the media’s radar, or make headlines with your bold exploits! • Evade the agents of the Bureau of Unlikely Occurrences, or work with them to bring down the RatKing for good!

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[somewhereinthepines]

So after the angst one-shot for Chris and Ryan you just wrote *coughs* I ask for fluffy scenarios you could see happening or more smutty ones, or bit of both, i dont mind, either is good. My brain needs after care after that level of sadness, lol. I tend to linger on morning scenarios like I mentioned in a past ask. Like I can see Chris waking up first and just laying there cuddling, he can watch & scent him as much as he wants. I still think about that scene in ASB where Chris is tipsy and singing Ryan to sleep on his bed, it's just so soft, we love tender moments. I've developed into a keen believer of the head canon that Ryan is just clingy and kinda needy in the morning. It's one of those rare times in the day where he doesn't think too much about touching Chris, he just does it because he wants to.

And when it comes to sleep, since it's a problem for him, I was thinking maybe he'd find it easier sleeping close to him, head on chest, clingy octopus kinda stuff. Quick, stolen kisses when nobody is around. Chris watching Ryan not eating or drinking in his secret lair, and he looks directly at where he knows a camera is and he just starts taking proper bites/sips of water not breaking eye contact; out of bratty impulse or compliance idk. Hmm or wearing something of Chris's? That could potentially be a more smutty route. I like that Chris calls him the names that he does, like the good boy, big boy ones especially make me think of praise kink. Which 10/10 from me, haha. The hint of them becoming unhinged about each other is rather exciting, like yes, pop off murder husbands.

oh, sure-sure! angst/drama is a core of chris/ryan’s canonical narrative, so i just had to do smth about it. otherwise, i prefer to dab into ‘better’ scenarios for them, bc they deserved to have smth good. 

and yup, i agree. chris would totally enjoy their shared mornings. he’s not used to waking up to someone. and then, he has ryan in his bed, for him this is such a wild thing. smth that he would only allow himself to muse about, when alone and tipsy. but now it’s reality, and he can get away with a lot. esp if ryan would sleep like a wooden log, so that chris can be a gentle creep, haha. do soft, but still ‘invasive’ things. pat his hair, sniff his neck, and paw at him, but somewhat lazily. not getting sexual, but almost teasing himself to do such a thing. not that he would, bc ryan needs his sleep. but it’s nice to be able to touch him, and do things, that chris might be a bit too ashamed to do, when the other is awake. but this way…mm, ryan would stay curled in the hook of his arm. 

and i also agree, that ryan feels bolder in mornings, he’s half-asleep and things, that usually would freak him out a bit, feel alright here. at normal circustemses, he might doubt himself, worry that chris might find some of his impulses/gestures kind of silly, and ‘inexperienced’. but nah, he likes this about you. relax, kid. still him being more flirty and touchy does sound about right, when it comes to these moments, when he’s aware about his desires, more than about what kind of thing, mister h might assume/think if he’d do this or that. i feel like part of ryan’s ‘reverse’ nature also has smth to do with how chris is an older man, so inside ryan’s head, he will always picture, that he has some sort of invincible competition with people, who camp operator bedded before. he wants to impress chris with his skills lol. but in the morning, he can be whimsical and kind of selfish in what he’s curious about. tangle their legs together and keep him ‘trapped’ while he does whatever he wants. and since ryan is kinda as touch starved as chris is, i wonder how far they can take it, like how soon light fun will get wilder lol. and i’m pretty sure, that ryan sleeps in chris’s t-shirts, they’re wider and larger, than his. comfy. 

ah, that’s actually a thing, that might/would do. he will use all these camera placements against chris in one way or another. like the man violates his privacy, gotta at least have fun, while it happens, haha. and speaking of meals. chris would so spoon-fed him, if he’d resisted a proper food for longer, than two days. he would cook smth for ryan too. being a single father with two kids, chris must know how to cook. and ryan while maybe not hungry, would still give in into such intense fawning. i imagine, that the sentiment isn’t quite familiar to him. he had to babysit his sister, but prob never been given the same amount of attention as a child himself. his mom was always working, his grandparents were busy with their own things, so he just sat there playing or reading or smth. until it was meal time, and it was very uneventful. just eat what you’ve given. but chris would try to figure out what foods, he likes best. what sort of dish, he might really love and what is no-go. so much attention to just that. while chris himself eats whatever (i feel like after becoming a werewolf he has zero pleasure in eating anything at all) and drinks cheap beer, haha. 

praise kink is surely their thing. ryan wants to be a good boy for mister h. besides, it sounds so rewarding hearing it from him, bc in ryan’s understanding, chris is such a ‘cool’, great dude. and he would surely praise ryan’s efforts, when they doing smth sexual and ryan is unsure, or kinda scared to do smth wrong. but ‘ah, you’re doing good, champ’ and ‘what a good boy you are, doing this thing for me’. ryan be a blushing mess. he would wear these names like a bandage of honor. after all, he’s mister h’s lil buddy. his favorite. it’s funny to think about in a way, bc for ryan being ‘good’ is almost a habit. but being good for chris is a special thing on its own. it’s one of those rare instances, when being obedient, actually pays off. but when he feels bold and kinda wanna be manhandled a bit, ryan can be a bit of a brat and get ‘punishment’. in the end, mister h will always go easy on him. chris won’t ever hurt him or do smth that will be too much. but the healthy mixture between the two surely will satisfy their needs in all sorts of regards. and with time, i imagine that ryan gets scaringly good at knowing how to tease chris. provoke him just right.

it’s easy to imagine, why they would fall so deeply into it. and obsession is such a sneaky thing, esp if you’re one’s caretaker as chris for example. or if you’re a quiet, ‘weird’ kid, like ryan. there is tension and inches, that you will make into miles. and then, suddenly there is all of it. can’t quite get enough. 

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[sponges-place]

World 1: Boost Valley-A rolling green mountain range is our first stop on our quest to stop Von Snort. The racetracks here aren't too intense, making them perfect for learning the ropes.

Spiral Mountain-Banjo & Kazooie's home of Spiral Mountain has always been a place to practice moves and start adventures, so it's perfect for a beginner track.

Nutty Acres-While the farmlands and peaceful green hills may seem inviting, you'd still better beware of the volcano off-coast.

Mayahem Temple-A daring jaunt both in and out of the ancient temples. If you happen to meet a giant Golden Goliath statue, don't worry; he's actually very friendly.

Treasure Trove Cove-These otherwise calm shores are still populated by greedy crustaceans, and they won't hesitate to try and pinch at you. The wreckage of the Salty Hippo may also hide secrets we still haven't discovered.

Boss 1: Gobi-It seems that Gobi somehow found one of the keys to Von Snort's lair. He's not too keen on giving it up, though, saying something about "knowing what it's like to have something important taken from you". Gobi isn't going to be easy to catch, he's put on some turbo trainers of his own.

(Boost Valley without tracks)

(Bit of shading)

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[linuxgamenews]

Discover the Mythical Worlds of Drakkon World Builder

Drakkon World Builder tabletop world-building game launches on Linux and Windows PC, but is Steam Deck playable. The innovative team at Electric Falcon is the driving force behind this creative endeavor. Available on Steam with 95% Positive reviews. Drakkon World Builder is a fantastic toolkit designed for those who like creating and engaging in tabletop world-building adventures. This isn't just a simple set of tools; it's a powerhouse for creativity and storytelling. Perfect for whether you're diving into adventures alone, teaming up with a friend, or a whole group of friends. You're a master of a vast, uncharted universe, or perhaps an explorer in a land brimming with mystery and danger. The Drakkon World Builder grants you the power to bring these universes to life on Linux and Steam Deck. It starts with a world generator, an incredibly flexible system that crafts a digital landscape. You can also zoom in and out, just like you might with online maps when you're checking out new places. Now picture this: towns, villages, towers, dungeons, and hidden places of intrigue, all showing up on your game map. It doesn't stop there. Since each of these spots comes alive with characters, potential challenges, and secrets waiting to find. This isn't a world of empty buildings and silent stones; it's a tapestry rich with stories, quests, and unexpected twists. What if you're flying solo, without someone to guide your quest? That's where the Drakkon World Builder oracle system comes in. It steps in like an invisible guide, helping you make decisions and move your story forward. Always ready with advice or a nudge in the right direction when you face tough choices or need a spark of inspiration.

Drakkon World Builder Trailer

Rolling dice is a big part of the thrill in these adventures. The extensive dice roller in this toolkit mimics the real thing. It's not just about numbers; it's about the fate they decide as they clatter across the table. Except here, it's digital and instant. If you're keen on the thrill of exploration, the real-time dungeon generator is your key to endless labyrinths and lairs. With a few clicks, you'll have a mapped-out and ready to explore dungeon for Linux or Steam Deck. Each one is unique and filled with peril and plunder. And it's not just about places. The tabletop world-building toolkit also has generators that whip up characters you can meet and challenges you can undertake. The weather that might bless or curse your travels and the relationships between people you encounter. Even the treasures you might find. While you're embarking on these adventures, the Drakkon World Builder gives you space to note everything noteworthy. Due to be like a legendary tome, keeping a record of your heroic deeds, the places you've visited, and the people you've met. Want to leave your own mark on this world? You can! Add your own places of interest right on the map. And with a variety of graphic themes, your world's look and feel can switch from an ancient map to a spy's satellite view. Since this can be whatever sets the right mood for your story. When you're proud of what you've created, you can export it as a PNG file. This means you can print it out for your tabletop or send it to friends to marvel at your world-crafting skills.

Modding:

And for the tech-savvy creators, modding support means you can tweak and tune the toolkit to your heart's content. Make it your own game, bending the Drakkon World Builder to fit your vision. Lastly, there's a 3D mode for when you want to dive even deeper into the visual aspect of your adventure games. Due to make your creations pop out of the screen and come to life in a way that flat maps just can't match. In short, Drakkon World Builder" isn't just a set of tools; it's a gateway to worlds of your making. While offering a level of depth that brings your stories to life in ways you might not have thought possible. So whether you're an avid fan or new to the realm of tabletop storytelling, this toolkit has something to ignite your imagination. And is due to keep your tales spinning for years to come. Priced at $2.39 USD / £1.99 / 2,39€ with the 20% discount on Steam. Available on Linux, Steam Deck playable, and Windows PC.

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[achampnator]

(Verse 1)

In a world of blocks and shadows, where adventure begins,

Meet Herobrine, a figure feared, in Minecraft realms, he grins.

(Pre-Chorus)

Eyes gleaming like diamonds, a silent, eerie stare,

A specter of despair, roams free, truth's solitaire.

(Chorus)

Herobrine, Herobrine, secrets locked inside,

Dark corners of our world, where mysteries bide.

(Verse 2)

Mining, building, keen crafting, glimpses in the haze,

Herobrine vanishes, our courage ablaze.

(Pre-Chorus)

Eyes gleaming like diamonds, a silent, eerie stare,

A specter of despair, roams free, truth's solitaire.

(Chorus)

Herobrine, Herobrine, secrets locked inside,

Dark corners of our world, where mysteries bide.

(Bridge)

In Nether's fiery heart, crimson endless night,

Herobrine lurking, a challenge in our sight.

(Verse 3)

Through gloom, to Ender's lair, the dragon's doom,

Herobrine, we pursue, to unveil your tomb.

(Pre-Chorus)

Eyes gleaming like diamonds, a silent, eerie stare,

A specter of despair, roams free, truth's solitaire.

(Chorus)

Herobrine, Herobrine, secrets locked inside,

Dark corners of our world, where mysteries bide.

(Outro)

In blocks and pixels, truths concealed,

Minecraft legend, revealed, mystery revealed.

Unraveling the enigma, in crafting, we're entwined,

In this endless journey, Herobrine's presence in our mind.

[wowieweirdwarlock]

Best Bosses: Animal Lords

Source: Bestiary 3, Creature Codex, Tome of beasts 2-3.

Image source: Bestiary 3

“While humanoids have vast pantheons and divine figures of every stripe, the animals of the world have much simpler forms of faith.”

Among the species of animals across the multiverse, there are paragons of their species that represent animals’ interests in the grand scheme of things. These semi-divine beings are known as Animal Lords, each embodying the spirit of a given species of animal, and are tasked with protecting their species.

Council of Animals. There are many different Animal Lords, each chosen by their species to protect their interests out in the multiverse. As long as a species lives, their Animal Lord will constantly resurrect and reappear in order to defend them, and Animal Lords are empowered by the spirits of the animals they defend. Animal Lords work together to protect their charges, and view eachother as allies with a shared cause.

Obscure Communication. Animal Lords know the whims of their charges innately, and are capable of communicating with any animal of their species. In addition to communicating with those they defend, Animal Lords possess powers that enable them to aid in their mission. Some Lords bear magical abilities, some are menacing warriors with bestial traits, and others have more unique powers drawn from the natural world.

Neutral Parties. Animal Lords are only concerned with the protection and survival of their species; They do not concern themselves with matters of good or evil. They will deal with celestials and fiends alike, trading information and powerful favors in exchange for the defense of their chosen animals. Animal Lords will even bless mortal champions with magical gifts and equipment, in exchange for their service in aiding the Lord.

Great Divide. While the Animal Lords do know one another and will not outright attack eachother, they are individuals and prioritize their own species. One great argument among their kind, one that has raged among them for as long as they have existed, is the role of humanoids in the animal kingdom.

Some of the most well-known Animal Lords are:

The Bat King, a shrewd and reclusive leader who works in the shadows. He fights endlessly against the demon lord Camazotz, and any other beings who would turn his children against nature.

Brother Ox is a meditative and peaceful giant, who resides in a stone monastery high up in the mountains. He doesn’t allow many visitors, but those he chooses to let live with him always leave with wisdom beyond their years.

The Lord of Vultures originated as a god-child gifted with beautiful wings. He was chosen by nature to defend all raptors, especially vultures, and to ensure the proper treatment of their prey.

The Mouse King and his following can be found in nearly any city or large population. He thrives on secrets and gossip, and his host of tiny servants are eager to bring him juicy morsels of food and information.

The Queen of Birds perched high above the world in a nest the size of a city, keeping her keen eyes trained on the skies below. She is ever-eager to aim her powerful spear downwards at any who endanger nature.

The Queen of Cats is a playful animal lord, taking a more humanoid shape when she appears. She can pop up anywhere, and generally does as she pleases, using her cushioned lair as a vast network to connect to many places across the multiverse.

The Queen of Serpents resides in the desert, in a small fortress surrounded by her serpentine children. She is gifted with powerful foresight, and often hides her nature to appear as nothing more than a soothsayer wandering the desert.

The Queen of Mammoths is a powerful warrior from the north, leading her charges into battle against any who will fight them. She is a master of war, and often rewards mortals with strange gifts that aid them in battle.

The Scorpion Queen has been ostracized by the other Lords, due to her selfishness and cunning. She is a connoisseur of poisons and venoms, and will sell her services as an assassin out to the highest bidder.

The Toad King is obsessed with stories and fairy-tales. He is convinced that if he can get the right mortal to go on the right quest for him, he will ascend into a more powerful form. In the meantime, he convinces adventurers that he is really a prince trapped as a toad, looking for aid.

I love animals as much as the next Eldritch being, but the Animal Lords take it to another level entirely.

These demigods devote their entire natures and existences to the preservation of specific animals, and have rather potent powers they use to this end.

They are capable of shapeshifting into the form of different species they watch over, and can communicate with their charges mentally. They are also virtually immortal, for whenever an Animal Lord is killed, they simply inhabit the body of one of their charges.

In the grand scheme of things, Animal Lords do not care for the struggles of good and evil, or chaos and order. They simply regard nature as the most important force in existence.

And, as far as the Animal Lords are concerned, nature does not care whatsoever about you or me.

- A Weird Warlock.

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[ubaid214]

Immersive Filmmaking: The Power of Authentic Locations

The Relevance of Movie Location Rentals in Shaping Cinematic Masterpieces

Film location rental is an integral aspect of the cinematic process, providing filmmakers with the possibility to transport their stories to life in mesmerizing and authentic settings. From picturesque landscapes to bustling cityscapes, the choice of film locations plays a crucial role in establishing the ambiance and vibe that engages audiences. In this article, we will explore the meaning of film location rental and how it enhances to the magic of cinematic storytelling.

The Importance of Film Locations Film locations act as the canvas upon which filmmakers paint their narratives. Each location has a distinct character, history, and vibe that can profoundly impact the storytelling. The right film location can take the audience to different worlds, eras, and cultures, improving the overall cinematic experience.

Choosing the optimal location involves detailed research and scouting to find places that align with the director's vision and script. Whether it's an old castle, a bustling market square, or a serene beach, the chosen locations must smoothly blend with the story's heart.

Enhancing Authenticity and Immersion Authenticity is a crucial factor in making a believable cinematic world. Film location rental allows filmmakers to shoot in real, tangible places, giving the audience a sense of immersion and a deeper connection to the story. Authentic settings heighten the film's realism, making the characters and plot feel more relatable and engaging.

Filming on location also adds a level of depth to the visuals. The natural lighting, textures, and architecture of the real surroundings contribute to the film's aesthetics and can make the scenes come alive with authenticity.

Capturing the Spirit of a Location Certain locations hold a special spirit or energy that can enrich a film's narrative. For instance, a historic mansion might emanate an air of mystery and intrigue, while a bustling city street could mirror the vibrant energy of urban life. Filmmakers can tap into the essence of a location to amplify the emotions and themes of their stories.

The art of cinematography allows filmmakers to play with angles, lighting, and camera movements to capture the essence of a location imaginatively. The interplay between the story, characters, and setting is what elevates the film to a new level of storytelling.

Versatility and Creativity Film location rental offers filmmakers endless possibilities for creativity and storytelling. A single location can be transformed to represent multiple settings, saving time and resources. With the right set design and visual effects, a nondescript warehouse can become a secret underground lair, and a quaint village can turn into a bustling medieval town.

The versatility of film locations allows filmmakers to push the boundaries of their narratives and bring imaginative worlds to life.

Challenges of Film Location Rental While film locations enrich a film, their rental and management can present challenges. Securing permits, negotiating contracts, and managing logistics are important tasks that require thorough planning and coordination.

Weather conditions can also be unpredictable, impacting outdoor shoots and potentially delaying production. Filmmakers must be adaptable and prepared to adjust their schedules to accommodate unforeseen circumstances.

Conclusion Film location rental is an indispensable aspect of the filmmaking process, allowing directors and filmmakers to create cinematic worlds that mesmerize and inspire audiences. The right locations improve the authenticity and immersion of the film, adding substance and emotional resonance to the storytelling.

With creativity, resourcefulness, and a keen eye for detail, filmmakers can reveal the magic of film locations and carry viewers to captivating and imaginative realms. From awe-inspiring natural landscapes to intricately designed historical sites, film location rental unveils the boundless potential of cinematic settings and reinforces the power of storytelling in the world of cinema.