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corollaservant · 2 months

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JJK MEN AS HOB SONGS ☆18+☆

Gojo / High for this: He is the type of man who would want you to get high with him. You didn't know him well enough to engage in sexual intercourse sober but he wouldn't push it- it would be consensual. He’d find you at a party, offer you a glass of whatever alcohol and drugs were mixed in it and you’d take it, knowing fully well you.. didn’t know anything. You didn’t care at the moment, the liquor down your throat and his breath on you, as he’d sway your hips, he could only think of you under him. The drugs wouldn’t kick in until hours later, when he’d remove your clothes in a dark room and kiss all over your body, reassuring you to not be scared; he got this. He did really like you though, he’d never let anything bad happen to you and he’d stay there during your comedown- it was just that drugs suited you, you seemed so free, uncalculated movements and your roaming small hands on his body drove him insane. You’d never do this sober but he took pride in being the only one you trusted enough with unknown substances- he’d prove your faith in him the next day.

Geto / What you need: This song suits him the best: slow, seductive, alluring. He knew you had a silly little crush on his best friend and how naive you were so he'd always protect you, you saw him as a best friend really yet he couldn’t wait to be buried inside you someday, patient in his efforts and reserved. On a weekend you’d hit a club together, he’d bring drugs, he had the best plug in town and everyone knew it as he’d offer you your first pill. You hadn’t done drugs before but it was him, he’d seen you at your best and worst and always took care of you. He’d watch you pop a pill and dance with your high heels clicking on the dancefloor, dizzy and flustered. He’d bring you home, only to be inside you shortly after, kissing your panting mouth and feeling your wetness around his cock. His best friend? You’d forget him by tomorrow.

Nanami / The Party and the After Party: High with him was an out-of-this-world experience. He knew you were confident, knew exactly what you wanted and gave it to you. You’d be chilling in his hotel room for the night, popping different pills and he’d watch you give him the ride of his life. Phone calls interrupting, he was a busy man after all- even in the late hours, but he’d shut it off, he didn’t give a fuck who called him, you’d giggle seeing it was his mom. He had other women to satisfy his temporary, carnal needs but you were just different; your head game was the best, especially when high, you’d put your heart and soul to it, his liddle Rudolph, as he’d jokingly call you when you rode out your orgasm on his dick, your nose red from the lines you’d done on the table.

Sukuna / Coming down: You were used to his calls early in the morning, he never contacted you besides these hours. You'd swear he was probably out drinking, snorting and popping any substance he’d buy or was given, had girls rubbing themselves on him and his friends. It was always around 5:30 AM when you’d hear his voice on the other end of the line, not assertive, like he’d usually be when he fucked you sober; but vulnerable, needy and shaky. I’m all alone he whined, driving over to your place, the party had finished and he wanted you to know. He’d be thrusting his aching cock deep in your cunt from behind, your head pushed down the mattress, as you’d moan his name, tears forming in your eyes. You really liked him- but he only wanted you when he was coming down, chasing one high after the other.

Toji / The Morning: He could be found downtown, outside a shady club’s door, he was pimping girls to loaded men for a living, in exchange they’d give him drugs, oxycodone and ecstasy pills, which he’d sell/smuggle occasionally, the pimping didn’t pay well enough. You were working in the same club, putting on a show for the horny and greedy scums, stripping was your thing, not prostitution. He’d put a 100 dollar bill in your thong as you swirled around the pole, looking in your eyes with meaning as you’d smile and wink back. 100's weren’t enough. Toji liked you, you were just like him, struggling to make ends meet and only out for the money, no feelings or shyness in sight. That was why the same night he had you bent over the club’s dirty sink, stuffing you with his cock and slapping your ass as he tossed bills on you, the sensation making you float and he knew you enjoyed this by the way you were clenching around him. You liked this mutual agreement you both had, he was giving you the best dick and you were getting paid on top of that.

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#jujutsu kaisen #jjk men #jjk x you #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #the weeknd #tw drugs #corollaservant

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 6 months

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Pairing: Astarion x reader (Tav)

Prompt: Astarion wants to repay you for all the blood you share with him!

Description: There was an undeniable attraction between the two of you; Astarion could taste it on your skin before he took a bite, see it in the way you couldn't meet his eyes when you spoke to him. Perhaps you just needed him to push you in the right direction. He did owe you, after all.

Rating: sfw (ikr)

Word Count: 1869

Content Warnings: fem reader (use of she/her), reader is mentioned to be a cleric of selune but it's just a liddle bit, the first part is dub conish until Astarion Realizes (there's nothing crazy, they only get as far as removing clothing), ask to tag!

Notes: Okay this was originally supposed to be not sfw. right. I had this whole dub con scene planned out and it was gonna be so GOOD but. then I remembered I can't write nsfw (at least I can't do it quickly lol) so I decided to make a version where Astarion makes the right choice instead. I still have plans to write the original (I imagine you can find the part in this where I decided to go another direction lol) because as much as we stan a man who grows. I am also here for a guy who doesn't learn at all and perpetuates his own hurt and grief on to other people (me). Also wow I need to get more screenshots of Astarion...

That night, not too long ago. When your blood singed louder to him than anything had before. When you laid gently before him, not even stirring. Trusting your allies. Trusting him. It was all so intoxicating-- so much so, that he couldn’t help but take a bite.

Perhaps it was luck, perhaps it was because you sensed him, or perhaps because something holy in you sensed something wretched in him. You awoke before Astarion could sink his teeth in you, before he could taste your sweet blood and feel your fleeting pulse under his fingertips.

He had expected a stake in a chest, the loss of this terrible life. What he hadn’t expected was your sympathy-- nor your understanding. No, when you invited him to dine on your blood (with such an adorable look on your face-- it’s a wonder he was the first to taste you), nearly let him kill you because you didn’t know how to tell him to stop-- it was a gift. One he truly hadn’t forgotten. Especially when, sweet as sugar, you invited him to drink of you again.

After all this, you deserved to be payed back! You had given him so much it was only fair Astarion share what he could with you. As it happened, the only currency he had was his body and you were being a little too stubborn to take his kindness.

“Astarion, really--” He had cornered you in your tent. Everyone else was asleep at this time of night, but not you, little adherent of the moon maiden. Your prayers had only just concluded as he invited himself in (a luxury he was sure to abuse now that he could).

“No darling, I insist.” He scoots in closer to you, chasing your warmth. “Let me make it up to you. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.” His cool breath ghosts upon your skin, and he delights in the way your cheeks flare in the pale light of your candles.

“I’m just not sure about it.” You spare a glance at Astarion and have to quickly look away from him. He’s really putting on the charm tonight and if you continue to look his way, it might work.

“Well why not?” Astarion isn’t having it, cupping your cheek so you look to his face, to his wide red eyes. “I know you’re attracted to me. When you think I’m not looking you can’t keep your eyes off me, but as soon as I look your way…” Astarion takes a moment to appreciate the color on your cheeks, the way you seem to look for an escape a moment before giving in and looking into his eyes.

“It’s not that, trust me, I think you’re very nice to look at…” You close your eyes a moment, trying to gather yourself and your thoughts. You just, didn’t know how to breach the topic. You knew it wasn’t embarrassing, but to have to tell Astarion of all people that you were still a virgin… Well, it but a knot in your stomach.

“Well then what is it?” He urged, hand tracing down your cheek to rest on your neck, to the spot where he had tasted your sweet, sweet blood again and again.

“I’ve just. Never laid with anyone before!” You say the words quickly, closing your eyes lest you see his reaction to the truth.

“Really?” Astarion can’t deny the excitement that floods through him. This merely sweetens the pot for him. To have a precious little cleric share her virgin blood with him (Astarion can merely smirk at how mad that would make Cazador), to have her promise to take down that same wretched master, and now to induce in her in a way no one else ever had. Why, it’s as much a gift for him as it is for her! With that, Astarion cools his expression, tries to chill the desire suddenly running through him.

“Aww, a little cleric of Seluné, having never felt the touch of another?” Astarion can’t help but coo, his words smooth as he teases. Cliche, perhaps, but still enticing. “Saving yourself for someone special?” He laughs again. “Or perhaps saving yourself for me?”

“I didn’t say--” Astarion cuts you off with a soft ‘shh’, gently lowering you down on your bedroll.

“You didn’t have too, darling. I can see in you what you can’t speak aloud.” He moves atop you, leering over you with a devilish look in his eyes. “You want this just as bad as I do, you just do have the words to say it.” With that, he descends upon you, lips meeting in what you can only call a sweet kiss. Sweet enough, in fact, to lure you in; soft and kind for fleeting precious moments before his hunger wins over and you are devoured like the treat you are. He’s overwhelming; hands upon you, peeling away you camp clothing and craving your warmth. He barely parts from your mouth, just enough for a heady intake of you.

“How did I manage to hold back for so long?” His words are spoken with a large, savored sigh. “Just look at you, all needy and obedient under me. A perfect little pet.” His words have your whole body flushing. You could probably easily push him away-- you know you’re stronger than him and if your desperate you’ve a war hammer not even a meter away from where the two of you lay. But you aren’t sure you want to. Aren’t sure if you should.

When Astarion lifts the hem of your shirt, you lift your arms for him, so the fabric can be thrown away. So too does his shirt go. When his hands snake to your pants, and wiggle them past your hips, past your thighs to join you prayer book in the far corner, you do not stop him. Nor do you stop him from removing his own worn and threadbare pants; they join you other clothing in the small confines of your tent, until the two of you are left in your undergarments, looking at one another with wonder and lust and fear and everything that stands between.

You hadn’t noticed you were trembling until Astarion leaned in close to you again, taking your hand in his. “Sorry, I just,” The words tumble out of you before you can think to stop them. “Just, nervous.” You manage to get out, carefully tracing his features for any hint of teasing or remark.

“That’s alright,” Astarion pauses, because he can’t quite remember the last time someone looked as scared as he always felt. He stops and considers a moment if this was something you truly wanted-- but if it wasn’t you wouldn’t have let him get this far in the first place, would you? But then he sighs, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours with his eyes closed.

“This isn’t right, is it?” Astarion pauses a moment, opening his eyes to really take you in. You were still shaking like a leaf, eyes wide and fearful. It was like looking into a mirror for the first time in 200 years. How could he even think to force you into this when it was something he had tried to avoid the entirety of his undead life?

“It’s…” You sigh and shake your head no. “It was never that I didn’t like you, or find you attractive… I’m just not ready. But… I didn’t want to lose the chance to be with you, either.” You admit. “I should have stopped you but…” You pause as Astarion gently pulls off of you.

“No, I should have…” Astarion pauses as well, pushing air out through his nose. “I should have listened to you.” He sits, turned away from you, and you study the intricate runes on his back as you both take a long moment to speak.

“I… should leave.” Astarion moves to get his clothing together, and you sit up straight as well.

“Wait! Just because I don’t want to have sex, doesn’t mean I don’t like your company.” You pull on your own shirt as well, watching as he turns your way with a confused look on his face. “I still like spending time with you.” You admit, face just as pink as when you admitted you were a virgin.

“… You really do, don’t you?” Astarion settles a moment, watching your face as your bright eyes flash his way a moment. “Even if you did try to lie it would be easy to tell…” He retreats to his thoughts a moment, considering his next move. “If I do stay, what would you have us do?” He rests again as you sheepishly pull your pants back on under his watchful gaze.

“Well…” You look to him. “I liked being close to you, actually.” You admit. “It was nice to be held by you.” You seem shy all the sudden, but your request is rather tame compared to what Astarion was more than ready to do to you.

“You just want to cuddle?” Astarion is equal parts surprised and amused. It’s not as if he hadn’t but, well it had never been with anyone he dared to care about. You are different, in that sense. He’s put a lot of chips on you, no doubt… And though he wouldn’t dare to put a title to it, there is a certain sense of affection he held for you. One that, perhaps he can indulge for now. “Well… I suppose there’s no harm in that.”

You light up. “Really?” You smile at him, wide and unabashed. Astarion finds he likes that look much better than the fear you wore mere minutes earlier. It suits you much better. “You don’t mind?”

Astarion scoffs, perhaps to hide his own excitement at the prospect. “I said I pay you back, didn’t I? Who am I to complain how you decide to spend our time together?” He acts nonchalant but you can’t help but keep smiling. “Now, come here.” Astarion scoots in closer to you, holding his arms out and makes a little grabby motion with his hands. You can’t help but giggle but nonetheless comply, moving in closer to him and allowing him to encircle his arms around you. You circle an arm around his neck, and rest one on his chest, sighing in content.

“This is nice.” You hum out, eyes closed as you snuggle closer to him. Astarion can’t help but admire how serene you look.

“You’re still shaking…” He notes, even as he holds you close and tries to follow your lead. Isn’t this what you wanted?

“This time, it really is nerves.” You confirm, opening your eyes to look at his face. “I’m okay though, I promise.” You cuddle in closer to him, once again closing your eyes. It’s both quite alarming and fascinating how much you seem to trust Astarion but… This time, he won’t be that trust to shame.

The two of you would go at this (whatever this was, he noted; everything seemed strange and new) at your pace. Because maybe, just maybe… that was what Astarion needed too.

#Astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #here we go again boys #can you believe he's not even my fav #i just keep having these ideas

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creepyscritches · 28 days

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My mom's bestie is a retired 2nd grade teacher and I was able to send all my donate yarn to one of her teacher friends for school crafts last week. I even was able to send the bagged yarn scraps and remnant yarn balls too small for my remaining projects! :)

Since she's friends w so many elementary school teachers, I was also able to send all those built up octopus plushies + a baby velvet seal (all w washing instructions + separated by polyester vs acrylic for allergies). SO much room opened up in my supply organization and I can finally put away other fibers.

Next time I build up donate supplies, I think I'll reach out to the assisted living facility on my street. I have a bunch of ergonomic crochet hooks that I have replaced w clover amour hooks, so it'd be nice to know that they're getting used + helping crafters w hands like mine. Just. Trying to figure out how to show up as an adult goth and not frighten the liddle old ladies. Man. Maybe I'll deliver them in my old femme office clothes.

#Creepy chatter #A LOT of my stuffed toys have made it to classrooms :')#The weighted ones all live w neurodivergent kids in my circles and parents text me pics of their kids relaxed and happy after a meltdown #W their seal or weighted blanket on top of them :'')#I have a little grey weighted seal in trying to decide what to do with after I finish another (comparing results)#Adorable little girl across the hall made us banana muffins recently #So I think I'll make them a banana chocolate chip cake and give her the grey seal :)#I wanna be the nice punk kids remember lol. It's punk rock to love your neighbors ty for the muffins

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the-key-five · 2 years

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bran stark appreciation month - day 11: friends and allies

Nor did they. Only once did they encounter any of the mountain people, when a sudden burst of freezing rain sent them looking for shelter. Summer found it for them, sniffing out a shallow cave behind the grey-green branches of a towering sentinel tree, but when Hodor ducked beneath the stony overhang, Bran saw the orange glow of fire farther back and realized they were not alone. "Come in and warm yourselves," a man's voice called out. "There's stone enough to keep the rain off all our heads."

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He offered them oatcakes and blood sausage and a swallow of ale from a skin he carried, but never his name; nor did he ask theirs. Bran figured him for a Liddle. The clasp that fastened his squirrelskin cloak was gold and bronze and wrought in the shape of a pinecone, and the Liddles bore pinecones on the white half of their green-and-white shields.

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The Liddle took out a knife and whittled at a stick. "When there was a Stark in Winterfell, a maiden girl could walk the kingsroad in her name-day gown and still go unmolested, and travelers could find fire, bread, and salt at many an inn and holdfast. But the nights are colder now, and doors are closed. There's squids in the wolfswood, and flayed men ride the kingsroad asking after strangers."

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When they woke the next morning, the fire had gone out and the Liddle was gone, but he'd left a sausage for them, and a dozen oatcakes folded up neatly in a green and white cloth. Some of the cakes had pinenuts baked in them and some had blackberries. Bran ate one of each, and still did not know which sort he liked the best. One day there would be Starks in Winterfell again, he told himself, and then he'd send for the Liddles and pay them back a hundredfold for every nut and berry.

#branstarkmonth2022 #canonbran #asoiafedit #branstarkedit #gifs #bran #ours #by lina

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dungeons-and-dragon-age · 11 months

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got tagged by @greypetrel for WIP Wednesday earlier this week so. consider this a wip whenever x'D Had to clean up a couple things before i felt ok showing my progress lolol but! I am still working on this :]

hair is very low on my priority list rn lol, and color won't come into play until i'm at least 80% done with everything else. I am mostly trying to figure out how to arrange the clothing & extras layers to make them work together properly (gonna maybe do that with hair later too to make them fit with horns better, but not rn). Also me @ all the picrews with sparse beard options: watch me

#wip whenever #my art #can you tell i had way too much fun with the facial hair and the horns jkfjksdf #and the ears too #had to hold myself back from not making more lmao #(i might tho)#still missing sections for body scars and different accessories among other things #and i am also considering splitting some of the left/right stuff like the horns for more customisability #i wanna do stuff like horn accessories too but that would be tedious and/or messy in the menu i think...#but yea! if you do try it out and notice anything wonky please tell me!#and also i am. open for suggestions 👀#cant promise anything but i am very bad at making accessories n stuff lol so knowing what ppl might want would help!#oh or hairstyles #since i havent started those yet & there are. so many options

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drwilfredwaterson · 2 months

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Deranged, Destitute, and Dishonest Dementia Dummy donnie j. dump Doesn't Get To Be The Republican Presidential Nominee Anymore…Mwahahahahahahahahaa!!! A March 18, 2024 Update For All Political Debate Lovers! Part 6/17

The Unconstitutional, Illegal, and Criminal MAGA Insurrectionist SCOTUS judges Ruling IS UNENFORCEABLE BY ANY SWORN OFFICER, AGENT, OR EMPLOYEE anywhere in the United States of America. And here's the proof that LIDDLE Deranged and Destitute Dishonest Dementia Dummy donnie j. dump IS NO LONGER the LEGAL Republican Nominee for the 2024 Presidential Election (looks like it's between Haley and DeSantis now):

April 25th, 1944 – The United Negro College Fund is incorporated.

April 25th, 1953 – Francis Crick and James Watson publish "Molecular Structure of Nucleic Acids: A Structure for Deoxyribose Nucleic Acid" describing the double helix structure of DNA.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 1758 and 1759: Lamentations 3:35 To deny a man his rights In the presence of the Most High, Lamentations 3:36 To wrong a man in his cause--This the Lord does not choose. Lamentations 3:37 Whose decree was ever fulfilled, Unless the Lord willed it? Lamentations 3:38 Is it not at the word of the Most High, That weal and woe befall? Lamentations 3:39 Of what shall a living man complain? Each one of his own sins! Lamentations 3:40 Let us search and examine our ways, And turn back to the Lord; Lamentations 3:41 Let us lift up our hearts with our hands To God in heaven: Lamentations 3:42 We have transgressed and rebelled, And You have not forgiven. Lamentations 3:43 You have clothed Yourself in anger and pursued us, You have slain without pity. Lamentations 3:44 You have screened Yourself off with a cloud, That no prayer may pass through. Lamentations 3:45 You have made us filth and refuse In the midst of the peoples. Lamentations 3:46 All our enemies loudly Rail against us. Lamentations 3:47 Panic and pitfall are our lot, Death and destruction. Lamentations 3:48 My eyes shed streams of water Over the ruin of my poor people. Lamentations 3:49 My eyes shall flow without cease, Without respite, Lamentations 3:50 Until the Lord looks down And beholds from heaven.

States Rights in the United States of America and Modifying the United States Constitution: ANY modification(s) of the United States Constitution must be proposed by a two-thirds vote of both Houses of Congress, or, if two-thirds of the States request one, by a convention called for that purpose. The amendment must then be ratified by three-fourths of the State legislatures of the United States, or three-fourths of conventions called in each State for ratification for the entire United States. (Wikipedia)

Because EVERY SWORN JUDGE, LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER and FEDERAL OR STATE EMPLOYEE is required to uphold, support, and protect the U.S Constitution and the United States of America from ALL threats foreign and domestic; and because the six criminal MAGA insurrectionist judges unconstitutionally, illegally, and criminally annulled and modified the U.S. Constitution to rule in favor of LIDDLE Deranged and Destitute Dishonest Dementia Dummy donnie j. dump; and because nothing that negates the U.S. Constitution and laws of the United States of America is enforceable BY ANY SWORN JUDGE, LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER, OR FEDERAL OR STATE EMPLOYEE:

On April 25th, 2024, ALL U.S. STATES that wish to IGNORE the UNCONSTITUTIONAL, ILLEGAL, AND CRIMINAL MAGA insurrectionist SCOTUS RULING and ban, disqualify, and decertify any and all votes for LIDDLE Cognitively Crippled Crybaby Cuck connie j. chump can legally do so per Erie Railroad Co. v. Tompkins, 304 U.S. 64 (1938) AND MAGA SCOTUS' own ruling on Dobbs v. Jackson Women's Health Organization, No. 19-1392, 597 U.S. 215 (2022) that empowers all states in the United States of America to create and enforce any laws they wish without interference from the federal government; because THERE ARE NO FEDERAL COMMON LAWS THAT SUPERCEDE ANY OR ALL STATE LAWS IN THE UNITED STATES.

The six MAGA insurrectionist SCOTUS judges' ruling was unconstitutional, illegal, and criminal in that it annulled and invalidated Section 3 of the 14th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, made it unenforceable by Congress OR ANY STATE, and made any attempts to enforce Section 3 of the 14th Amendment now, or at any point in the future of the U.S., overturnable by an activist and insurrectionist MAGA SCOTUS that unconstitutionally, illegally, and criminally annulled and modified the U.S. Constitution for the purposes of engaging in obstruction of justice, election tampering, and election interference.

The Take Care Clause of the U.S. Constitution requires, orders, and demands that President Biden expand the Supreme Court by appointing six Real American Patriot SCOTUS justices to safeguard the 2024 general and presidential elections and replace the soon-to-be-impeached six criminal MAGA insurrectionist judges come January 3rd, 2025.

MAGA insurrectionist SCOTUS is clearly in violation of their oath of office and derelict in their duties. The Constitution makes specific reference to insurrection in Section 3 of the 14th Amendment, and as the Congressional January 6th Committee referred donald j. trump to the Department of Justice for criminal prosecution for insurrection, Deranged and Destitute Dishonest Dementia Dummy donnie j. dump has no right to appear on ANY ballot in ANY state during the 2024 primary elections or the 2024 general election and is implicitly forbidden by constitutional provision, including the one on which defenders of "Confederate insurrectionist Judge Sheffey/Griffin's Case" now chiefly rely—the Due Process Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment, that requires that individual rights must be 'deeply rooted in this Nation's history and tradition' and 'implicit in the concept of ordered liberty'; and Section 3 of the 14th Amendment that clearly empowers any and every election authority in the United States of America to deny any and all insurrectionists from ever running for or holding any public office after engaging in insurrection.

It was unconstitutional for SCOTUS to CLAIM that Congress has the power to establish a federal common law that supercedes all state laws (see: activist SCOTUS judges overturning Roe vs. Wade) Just as with the landmark SCOTUS Erie ruling that is clearly the MAGA SCOTUS' basis for overturning Roe vs. Wade, MAGA SCOTUS activist and insurrectionist judges attempting to illegally and unconstitutionally legislate from the bench, thereby violating the U.S. Constitution's separation of powers and checks and balances between the Executive, Judicial, and Legislative branches of U.S. government, CANNOT ATTEMPT to infer that there are any clauses in the U.S. Constitution that give the SCOTUS or Congress the power to declare substantive rules of common law that DENY ANY U.S. State the CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT to enforce Section 3 of the 14th Amendment disqualifying ANY insurrectionist from appearing on ANY ballot for ANY position in state or federal government.

On April 25, 1938, the Supreme Court issued a 6–2[b] decision in favor of Erie Railroad that overruled Swift v. Tyson and held that U.S. federal courts must apply state law, not general "federal common law", when adjudicating claims in lawsuits between citizens of different U.S. states. Erie Railroad Co. v. Tompkins, 304 U.S. 64 (1938), was a landmark U.S. Supreme Court decision in which the Court held that the United States does not have a general federal common law and that U.S. federal courts must apply state law, not federal law, to lawsuits between parties from different states that do not involve federal questions. In reaching this holding, the Court overturned almost a century of federal civil procedure case law, and established the foundation of the modern law of diversity jurisdiction. Although the decision is not widely known among ordinary laypeople, most American lawyers and legal scholars regard Erie as one of the most important decisions in U.S. Supreme Court history. The decision "goes to the heart" of the American system of federalism and the relationship between the U.S. federal government and the states. (Wikipedia)

Except in matters governed by the Federal Constitution or by Acts of Congress, the law to be applied in any case is the law of the State. And whether the law of the State shall be declared by its Legislature in a statute or by its highest court in a decision is not a matter of federal concern. There is no federal general common law. Congress has no power to declare substantive rules of common law applicable in a State, whether they be local in their nature or "general," be they commercial law or a part of the law of torts. And no clause in the Constitution purports to confer such a power upon the federal courts. — Erie, 304 U.S. at 78. (Wikipedia)

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Published: March 11, 2009 (70th day) Duration: 4:07 (247 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w9gOQgfPW4Y w9gOQgfPW4Y (9, 4) wgOQgfPWY fggopqwwy 6+7+7+50+60+70+900+900+400=2400. 2400+9+4=2413. 2413+247=2660. 2660+70=2730.

Strong's Concordance #2730 chared: From charad; anxious, fearful; also reverential -- afraid, trembling. Original Word: חָרֵד

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 8 months

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“Maybe Papa would be happier if ’Nyra or you had died instead of Baelon, if your body was wrapped in the brown cloth on the pyre and you weren’t real anymore.” This part broke me 😭😭😭, just imagining a AU where reader dies instead of Aemma oh my 😭😭😭😭😭. Imagining how daemon & Nyra would react 🥲. Would Daemon lose his little happiness in the world ? 🥲

Aaaaah, nonnie, I'm so sorry! I think it'd be too cruel to have baby!Babey die, she's so liddle and it would hurt meeeeeeeee. She's so damn cute. I'm sure Daemon and Rhaenyra would use it as another reason to bitch-slap Vissie T; they're already all hanging by a thread in terms of the stability of their relationship.

Thanks for the ask, nonnie!

#fanfiction asks

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certified-boyliker · 1 year

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03. Fight For Me

cw: fighting, blood, bullying (i mean duh)

wc: 0.9k

You watched on as the fight continued, staring at the boy who was ganged up on by the two football players.

“Holy shit! Look at that kid go!”

“Holy shit, get him, Karasu!”

“Yeah, kick his ass, Karasu!”

"Get him Otoya!"

"Beat that bastard!"

You watched them punch each other, throwing swears and obscenities at each other, tugging on clothes. It was a violent fight, anger being obvious in both of them. It looked horrible, you couldn’t deny that. But… the kid who was nameless. He was damn good at fighting… you couldn’t help but watch him.

After the fight was stopped, you watched the crowd disperse and saw that Mr. No-Name Kid was left on the ground. Karasu spat on him one last time before walking away, Isagi, Chigiri, and Bachira following after him. You stayed behind and watched him push himself against the wall to rest. People walked past him, whispering about him, before you approached him.

“Hey… Mr. No-Name Kid.”

He looked up at you and wiped blood from his nose. He scoffed and a smile graced his lips.

“Mr. No-Name Kid?”

“You didn’t give me your name.”

“Yeah. …Didn’t hand it to you.”

You knelt down to him and pulled a handkerchief out of you pocket. You gently wiped the blood off of his face.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s kinda my fault. You were talking to me.”

“Nah… they’d been picking on me for a while now. It was really only until I fought back when something like that.”

You wiped his face gently again. “Well… it was also something you said to me.”

“What was that?”

“You said I was a good soul. So, I’m doing what a good soul would do, no?”

He watched your hand move before looking at your face. He nodded and relaced against the wall. “Yeah. I think that a good soul would do this. And… (L/N) (Y/N). You are a really good soul.”

“Even if I’ve done bad things?”

“Your soul isn’t only things that you’ve done. It’s also how you felt doing those things. Did you feel good doing that bad thing?” You shook your head. “How could I? I betrayed my closest friend.”

He chuckled. “You think that Isagi, Bachira, and Chigiri are close friends, right? They insult and betray each other all the time.”

“But… they feel good doing it. They feel good insulting each other and when I realized what I had done to Hiori… I was sick to my stomach…”

“Then you’re a good soul.”

You pulled your handkerchief away and looked at his non-bloody face. He had prominent underlashes and bright blue eyes. His eyes were liddled and he looked almost bored if it wasn’t for the slight smile on his face.

“You are very good soul, (L/N) (Y/N).”

You nodded. “...Thanks. I kinda needed that.”

“Sometimes we need that every once in a while.”

You two sat against the wall for a while, just sitting there. You looked up at the ceiling, and you felt his gaze on you.

“Is there a reason you’re still sitting here?”

“Wanna hang out more?” You turned to look at him.

He cocked his eyebrow. “Hang out?”

“Fight for me.”

A small laugh escaped him. “Fight for you?”

“You heard me, right?”

“Yeah, I did, I just… what the hell do you mean ‘fight for me’?”

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.” You gave him a bored look.

He looked straight into your eyes, and chuckled, “What do I have to gain from it?

“We’ll fight for each other. You’re a damn good fighter… and I’m friends with Isagi Yoichi. If we’re together then… we’ll be untouchable.”

“If you’re seen with me, then wouldn’t you excommunicated from their group?” He smiled again, knocking his head against the wall.

“I’ve heard somewhere that when things are secret, that makes them more exciting.” You rested your head on his shoulder. “Well?”

He looked up. You felt his head slowly begin to nod. You looked up and saw him nodding. “Yeah. I’ll fight for you. If you fight for me.”

“Consider it done, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

—

You found youself a week later hanging out with the three again at your house. They set up a football net, and you sat under a tree reading No Longer Human, and occasionally glancing to give your input on their situations.

“And you!”

You looked up and saw Isagi glaring down at you. You looked at the other two, looking for an answer as to why he was upset at you, but they couldn’t give you anything. You looked around again, and shrugged your shoulders. “Um… what?”

“What?! What the hell do you mean ‘um, what?’ The ‘what’ is how you were all over that new kid! You were practically begging him!”

“I was not begging him-”

“Yeah, you were, bitch.” Isagi leaned down to pick up the football. “You really were.”

You sighed and glanced up, seeing your parents approaching you four. “Keep it PG, my parents are coming over.”

Isagi rolled his eyes and walked back over to the other two as you stood to greet your parents.

“Hey there, you four! How are you all doing out here?”

“Ah, we’re doing fine, mom. We’re actually about to head out to the party.”

“You’re right. Come on.” Isagi looked at Chigiri and Bachira, and they walked over to Isagi’s car.

“Yeah, we need to leave-”

“Oh, honey…” Your mom held your shoulder. “Don’t… don’t let these boys change you, okay?”

“Of course mom.”

You left and hopped in Isagi’s car and waved at your parents as he drove off.

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baalzeblog · 1 year

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Bright Red on a Somber Night

Liddle's Official Winter Outfit A carefully crafted set of clothing to protect our cryophobic Liddle from the unforgiving cold of winter. Though, she would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to visiting the ice-clad village of Frostvale for the holiday season.

Artist's Note: This piece means a lot to me. I've been dissatisfied with my outfit designs as of late and this is the first one that I can truly say I am completely satisfied with. This makes me very happy. P.S. I will make a revision on the scythe design on a later date.

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#dragonfable #liddle of oaklore #character concept #revision #illustration #baalzeblog #original character #artix entertainment #art

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wallboys · 1 year

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Bran + Winterfell

When he got out from under it and scrambled up near the sky, Bran could see all of Winterfell in a glance. He liked the way it looked, spread out beneath him, only birds wheeling over his head while all the life of the castle went on below. Bran could perch for hours among the shapeless, rain-worn gargoyles that brooded over the First Keep, watching it all: the men drilling with wood and steel in the yard, the cooks tending their vegetables in the glass garden, restless dogs running back and forth in the kennels, the silence of the godswood, the girls gossiping beside the washing well. It made him feel like he was lord of the castle, in a way even Robb would never know.

— Bran II, A Game of Thrones

The stone is strong, Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.

— Bran VI, A Clash of Kings

Meera took Bran by the hand. "If we stay here, troubling no one, you'll be safe until the war ends. You will not learn, though, except what my brother can teach you, and you've heard what he says. If we leave this place to seek refuge at Last Hearth or beyond the Wall, we risk being taken. You are only a boy, I know, but you are our prince as well, our lord's son and our king's true heir. We have sworn you our faith by earth and water, bronze and iron, ice and fire. The risk is yours, Bran, as is the gift. The choice should be yours too, I think. We are your servants to command."

— Bran I, A Storm of Swords

"It was different when there was a Stark in Winterfell. But the old wolf's dead and young one's gone south to play the game of thrones, and all that's left us is the ghosts."

"The wolves will come again," said Jojen solemnly.

"And how would you be knowing, boy?"

"I dreamed it."

— Bran II, A Storm of Swords

What was he now? Only Bran the broken boy, Brandon of House Stark, prince of a lost kingdom, lord of a burned castle, heir to ruins.

— Bran III, A Dance with Dragons

#he’s just a little guy!!! when ur the story’s king of arthurian legend but ur just a lil guy!!#asoiaf #bran stark

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thelustybraavosimaid · 2 years

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"Ser Rodrik tells me there is bad feeling between Robb and Prince Joffrey. That is not healthy. Bran can bridge that distance. He is a sweet boy, quick to laugh, easy to love. Let him grow up with the young princes, let him become their friend as Robert became mine. Our House will be the safer for it." (Catelyn II, AGoT)

"Bolton's bastard is massing men at the Dreadfort," she warned them. "I hope he means to take them south to join his father at the Twins, but when I sent to ask his intent, he told me that no Bolton would be questioned by a woman. As if he were trueborn and had a right to that name."

"Lord Bolton has never acknowledged the boy, so far as I know," Ser Rodrik said. "I confess, I do not know him."

"Few do," she replied. "He lived with his mother until two years past, when young Domeric died and left Bolton without an heir. That was when he brought his bastard to the Dreadfort. The boy is a sly creature by all accounts, and he has a servant who is almost as cruel as he is. Reek, they call the man. It's said he never bathes. They hunt together, the Bastard and this Reek, and not for deer. I've heard tales, things I can scarce believe, even of a Bolton. And now that my lord husband and my sweet son have gone to the gods, the Bastard looks at my lands hungrily."

Bran wanted to give the lady a hundred men to defend her rights, but Ser Rodrik only said, "He may look, but should he do more I promise you there will be dire retribution. You will be safe enough, my lady...though perhaps in time, when your grief is passed, you may find it prudent to wed again."

...

Ser Rodrik tugged at his whiskers. "In such cases, her liege lord must find her a suitable match."

"Why can't you marry her?" Bran asked. "You said she was comely, and Beth would have a mother."

The old knight put a hand on Bran's arm. "A kindly thought, my prince, but I am only a knight, and besides too old. I might hold her lands for a few years, but as soon as I died Lady Hornwood would find herself back in the same mire, and Beth's prospects might be perilous as well."

"Then let Lord Hornwood's bastard be the heir," Bran said, thinking of his half brother Jon. (Bran II, ACoK)

The serving men brought every dish to Bran first, that he might take the lord's portion if he chose. By the time they reached the ducks, he could eat no more. After that he nodded approval at each course in turn, and waved it away. If the dish smelled especially choice, he would send it to one of the lords on the dais, a gesture of friendship and favor that Maester Luwin told him he must make. He sent some salmon down to poor sad Lady Hornwood, the boar to the boisterous Umbers, a dish of goose-in-berries to Cley Cerwyn, and a huge lobster to Joseth the master of horse, who was neither lord nor guest, but had seen to Dancer's training and made it possible for Bran to ride. He sent sweets to Hodor and Old Nan as well, for no reason but he loved them. (Bran III, ACoK)

Only once did they encounter any of the mountain people, when a sudden burst of freezing rain sent them looking for shelter. Summer found it for them, sniffing out a shallow cave behind the grey-green branches of a towering sentinel tree, but when Hodor ducked beneath the stony overhang, Bran saw the orange glow of fire farther back and realized they were not alone. "Come in and warm yourselves," a man's voice called out. "There's stone enough to keep the rain off all our heads."

...

#he really is the sweetest and i love him for it #bran stark #canonbran #asoiaf

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