#odessa golden

[junkermcqueen]

allow me to paint a picture for you. a tall, menacing woman with a knife, axe, and shotgun. junkerqueen, specifically in the mob boss skin. running low on health and can't find a health pack. what's that? a moira healing orb. desperately i jump for it as a dog would jump for a frisbee. that's it i just thought that was funny that's something i did just now lol

#overwatch 2 #odessa stone #junker queen #moira overwatch #moira o'deorain #perhaps junkerqueen is a golden retriever

[calisources]

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 : here are a list of 55 female names, 55 male names and 55 a song of ice and fire valyrian names and last names. You can do variations to the names and eveything because, you know fantasy, but I chose those that I thought sounded good. If this list is good, I found a generator for more fantasy names centered in ASOIAF for different kingdoms and lands. you don't have to give credit but please like or reblog if you find useful.

Male Names.

Kallias, meaning beauty.

Dimitri, earth lover.

Teivel, the devil.

Kaiser, Emperor or ruler.

Harvey, Strong warrior.

Lysander, liberator. 

Erel, angel and messenger.

Asael, made by god.

Laurent, the bright one.

Perseus, avenger, destroyer.

Chrysander, golden protector.

Zale, strength of the sea.

Cahir, warrior, battle man.

Magnus, great and powerful.

Nikolai, people of victory.

Kian, king.

Damien, to tame.

Micah, who resembles God.

Kaemon, joyful.

Arsenio, strong, potent.

Lucius, light or genius.

Loan, light.

Calix, very handsome.

Rowan, brilliant red.

Egan, little fire.

Adonis, lord.

Declan, full of goodness.

Arzhel, bear prince.

Thaddeus, courageous heart.

Alastor, vengeance.

Carden, wool carder.

Leone, lion.

Osian, little dear.

Ezekiel, strength of god.

Zion, highest point.

Asher, blessed.

Kratos, strength, might.

Zadkiel, righteousness of god.

Arwan, king of the other world.

Malakai, messenger.

Acheron, river of sorrow.

Elijah, the lord is my god.

Jace, lord of salvation.

Killian, little warrior.

Cyrus, the sun.

Deimos, personification of fear.

Bryson, child of a noble.

Conan, little wolf or little hound.

Maverick, independent one.

Lennone, keen.

Anteros, god of required love and defender of unrequired.

Denarius, silver coin.

Lorcan, little fierce one.

Ariston, excellent.

Vortigern, high overlord.

Female Names.

Naima, tranquil.

Freya, noble woman.

Alora, beautiful dream.

Danyi, sweet.

Juniper, evergreen.

Arcadia, adventurous.

Cora, virtuous.

Rosela, rose in italian.

Rhea, river.

Kyra, sun.

Solasta, shining, light.

Evangeline, messenger of good news.

Narcissa, flower.

Nyssa, new beginning.

Nyx, night.

Elodie, great fortune.

Gemena, intelligent.

Elis, god’s promise.

Irene, peace.

Samira, wind.

Melantha, dark flower.

Odeliah, praise god.

Aleyah, noble, elevated.

Sariah, princess of the lord.

Ilaria, happy and cheerful.

Odessa, long journey.

Jezebel, pure.

Brielle, heroine of god.

Emersyn, brave, powerful.

Marilla, shining sea.

Braelyn, meadow.

Enora, honor.

Sereia, mermaid.

Seraphina, fiery ones.

Kaena, praise.

Zenaida, of zeus, eternal life.

Isadora, gift of Isis.

Faera, bringer of gifts.

Fayra, gift of god.

Lilibet, pledge to god.

Orlaith, golden princess, sovereign.

Thalassa, sea or ocean.

Visha, deadly poison.

Sora, sky.

Leysa, defender of man.

Cassiel, angel of saturday.

Calia, beautiful person.

Aloisia, famous warrior.

Isleen, vision.

Elowen, elm tree.

Davina, beloved.

Elysia, from the blessed isles.

Gwenna, blessed ring.

Mairween, blessed rebellion.

Esmeray, dark moon.

ASOIAF Valyrian names.

Daenar Tarreos

Baesenyx Barreos

Jaererys Laeraellis

Tyraerion Laenaenor

Jacaegar Laeneneos

Gaedar Aglaeris

Raenor Gonnalys

Rhaegon Maentigar

Vimar Arnalys

Vahaegaron Nargyreon

Laegor Naeltigar

Aeron Taeltheon

Maerya Barnaris

Alyhna Caeneneos

Vysenera Naeltaris

Daessa Baelnaris

Baessa Rahmaereon

Haelera Veltheos

Saerena Arinarys

Alaenna Lenyreos

Elaessa Narnareon

Jaelanya Galgyreon

Vhaenys Dortalor

Saerera Raeldaerys

Visegon Goniar

Jaedor Gaelennis

Malaelor Maentheos

Rahaelon Baeltigar

Maerion Laergaris

Visegon Qargaeron

Vahaeron Arreos

Gaelyx Arlaeris

Garaevon Calnalys

Naelara Dalreos

Eraerla Raenlaeris

Daenenera Maenanyon

Haerys Narnalys

Hera Aergaris

Vysessa Qarareon

Elaerya Aerlaeris

Maeharys Malreos

Tahaenyx Rahiar

Aeganar Gaelralis

Balaevar Lendaerys

Daegar Valanyon

Gaegar Nohaellis

Matagor Vellaeris

Rahaemon Laendaerys

Daelon Aeraeris

Aerena Mallaeron

Daenelys Callaeris

Renaera Raelennis

Daenelys Dortheos

Raevor Daerlaeron

Bamera Caenennis

#roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. ) #rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt

[mmurkoff]

ok now I need to know about your lannister oc and her targaryen sons uwu

yes siree!!!!

get used to her because despite my boltonposting shes the only one ive been putting in any sort of work writing for . <3

her name is myrielle lannister :-) she's around during the dunk and egg era born aboutttt 192 ac ..? daughter of damon lannister and cerissa brax (one year younger than tybolt and one year older than gerold) - she's honestly just kind of awful sorry . spoiled and vain and selfish like a high school mean girl who goes to nursing school but if you put her in the place of the only daughter of an unbelievably wealthy medieval lord that's given her anything she could ever ask for . while tybolt is heir and the golden boy myrielle ends up being the favourite exclusively off the idea of being a good daughter who smiles politely and sits and looks pretty when they're meeting with this lord or the other . she has a pretty strained relationship with tybolt when they're younger but when they get past being 10 and insulting your sibling over every little thing they end up being really close .

her relationship with gerold on the other hand iiiis . weird . i think they're a little bit too similar in that they like to plot and scheme a little bit and she never really knows what to make of him . they're kind of at odds and while she always has some sense of loyalty to him by virtue of them being family she's never very fond of him, especially after tybolt and his daughter die (which she'd probably believe he's got some hand in).

when you really get into it grrm is notably not very good at telling us exactly what year things happen in this part of the timeline nor is he very in depth with a lot of these targs so a lot of this is going to be headcanon + assumptions etc don't get mad if you're the number one dunk and egg lorehead...

when she's 11 years old she goes to king's landing with tybolt and their father and she ends up engaged to aerion targaryen - which neither of them are suuuper enthused by . aerion because he's a little bit of a child emperor esque horrorshow of a son that holds fast to the idea of the targ legacy and traditions and from what we know about him he'd prefer to marry a sister. myrielle on the other hand finds herself at court and very quickly realizes that She wants to be important and She wants to be special and She wants to be queen so she has a bit of a period where she resents aerion for being a second son of a fourth son (!) and kind of goes well i shouldve married valarr or matarys or even daeron more out of a childish belief that she's owed something that stems from being raised the way she was. her and aerion end up bickering a lot but eventually settle into some kind of acceptance and eventually a fondness for each other in the way only two freaks of nature can . <3

at court she meets odessa dayne (oc + art by chloe), who's betrothed to valarr - they become bestiesss and form a very weird very complicated vaguely homosexual relationship that i don't know how to summarize but i think in some way myrielle ends up wishing she could be odessa's husband . doesn't know how to put words to her feelings that are so different from what she should feel (attraction to a woman) that she ends up kind of taking on a role of makeshift caretaker in the way a husband would - especially when valarr dies later on and odessa is kind of left in the dust at court in favor of her son. myrielle in my mind of much much more fond of her than odessa is of her by virtue of being the kind of person who makes up a complex made up version of their relationship in her mind .

she marries aerion around 208 and instead of being sent off to lys in 209 after the tourney of ashford meadow he's kind of put on house arrest a bit - aerion, myrielle and odessa end up in dorne when the great spring sickness hits (odessa has family business and myrielle + aerion end up tagging along because they have nothing better to do) . valarr dies in 209 and myrielle's dad dies in 210 right before myrielle gives birth to twins anddd well i'll cut the timeline off there for now . sorry anon i could go on for way too long .

she has twin sons with aerion in 210, one of which like in canon aerion insists they name maegor (kid on the left in the first img) and to match she names the other aenys (kid on the right) . funny . by this time given that odessa had a surviving son with valarr she ends up becoming a bit jealous . my son/s should rule etc even if they're like number 234923 in line . raises them to be resentful and ambitious which works for aenys who becomes exactly like she wants but not maegor who ends up being very gentle and kind and trusting . get it.. its funny because theyre like their namesakes but reversed

when she gets a little older myrielle more actively pursues the idea of being queen because these targs just will not stop dying. by the time maekar becomes king she begins to make more and more attempts at convincing aerion to get rid of daeron in advance and really really pushes hard for him to consider himself heir and because he's kind of batshit it works . a strong sense of entitlement between the both of them and a belief that he'd do a better job than daeron when the time comes (very doubtful).

errr.. well in an ideal world in her mind they kill daeron and maekar dies and aerion is crowned after which she also ends up killing him when she gets sick of him or he gets a little older and less nice to look at and one of their sons gets the throne. errr . of course it doesn't end that well . but that's about what i have so far we'll get more in depth one day . <3

#thank u for listening . again! #i like her a lot but the dunk and egg era timeline is going to make me fucking freak it. #why is valarr's birth year listed as Somewhere in this NINE YEAR TIMESPAN #horrendous . anyway . #oc tag #txt #asks #asoiaf #asoiaf oc #dunk and egg #gerold lannister #tybolt lannister

[alevicke]

NOT-SO-AMAZING HEADCANONS

Life is made out of good and bad things. I love reading amazing positive stuff but, I always wonder about the bad part of them? So I'll write some headcanons I have that might add a bit of realism if you like it! But are not the best part in life

No order in particular for the characters btw and sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my native language and I have no one to proof read this!

Characters: Ashe, Dva, Junker Queen, Junkrat, Cassidy

Also I never did it but I think I can accept requests 💖

ASHE

Despite being so beautiful she does have some skin problems.

She is pretty pale but tries to take care as best as possible of her skin

Your shared bathroom is filled of creams, all kinds, really. Everywhere. EVERYWHERE.

Make Up? Oh hell, yeap, too.

Please, never say anything if she has a pimple, it happens often and she hides them as best as possible with make up

Deep down she's really insecure about her acne problems so please, PLEASE, love her 💖

I hope you don't use black clothes

You have more white hair in your clothes than Brigitte has cat's hair

Her hair is pretty healthy despite being bleached but it's thick af and gets always in your clothes.

DVA

Living with her is... Kinda frustrating sometimes

She is a mess

There are dirty clothes everywhere not to mention she just dislikes vacuuming the place

You love her but sometimes you'd choke her with the chips' bag she just ate messing the JUST CLEANED CARPET

She has 0 idea about cooking. Please don't trust her

Due to her awful eating habits you start to notice some issues on her

She has hiperthyroidism which explains why she stays so slim despite eating so much unhealthy stuff

But she is about to have diabetes

Sorry, you have to properly feed the Gremlin

No food after midnight!!!!

JUNKER QUEEN

Remember when I said Ashe has acne?

Odessa has a HUGE problem of acne

Although she actually doesn't give af

Look, she doesn't give a shit about skin routines, is always dirty and lives in a place full of radiation. What did you expect?

Speaking of being dirty. She doesn't know what taking a bath is

Grab her by the neck and take her to the bath while she screams and complains like an angry dog with rabies

No, she won't shave. Don't try it

Maybe in special occasions she will do all these things for you, of course! She loves you with her whole heart

But in general she is a mess

Hey, at least she brushes her teeth always! There is nothing she dislikes more than meat or mantis' legs between her molars

JUNKRAT

While he is the one with the mantis' legs between his molars, he won't make a fuss if you remind him to brush his teeth and will do it

He even has a golden tooth so he likes it shiny. But he is always distracted and forgets about... Basic needs in general yeah

Sometimes, he is like a puppy. Both in good and bad ways

Yeap, he's super adorable, a dork, always smiling for you and is the happiest person in the world when he's by your side

But he also has a huge lack of education, is distracted by a single fly and is not careful enough

You know how a puppy needs to be trained to pee in the appropriate place? Oops, yeah, you gotta teach that to Jamison

If he is in a hurry he won't even get into home to go to the bathroom, he'll pee in the garden

(He actually peed once on top of your flowers and that was an insta kill. RIP your beautiful flowers)

At least after that he stopped doing it! (Or does it when you aren't looking)

Sometimes he gets distracted and won't listen when you're speaking to him, sorry

Please, put some hydrating cream in his back. That poor back suffers so much from the sun

Take care of your puppy please

CASSIDY

Overall, things with Cassidy are pretty ok??

He's well behaved and while he isn't the cleanest person in the world he listens to you and will do his chores

(sometimes better than others)

But he struggles a lot with pain

Earlier in his years ridding motorcycles he suffered a huge accident that broke a lot of his bones

They healed and while he does have some scars from it, is pretty okaish

But his leg will hurt like thousands of knives into his skin every now and then when the old healed wound decides to get annoying and destroy his day

You know when old people say their bones hurt so it's going to rain?

You know weather more than anyone just seeing if McCree is walking leaning to the side with every step

"Ooh man, looks like it will rain, I won't be able to hang the clothes to dry today" you say

First few times Cassidy didn't understand your joke

But once he does he does chuckle a bit

He loves when you massage his hurting leg a bit, it helps him to calm and sooth the pain ✨

#Overwatch #ashe #overwatch ashe #ashe x reader #overwatch dva #dva #dva x reader #junker queen #overwatch Junker queen #junker queen x reader #odessa stone #odessa x reader #junkrat #junkrat x reader #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch headcanons #jamison fawkes #cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #x reader #reader

[monstersandmaw]

Male werewolf x female character (Gabe & Odessa) - Chapter Twenty One (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Oof, folks. It’s been building to this, and some of you have added your thoughts on what’s going on, but I promise you he will tell her...

Content: werewolf transformation, shifted sex, knotting, biting (gentle, no blood), aftercare and fluff Wordcount: 4926

Catch up here:

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw) Part Seven (sfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw), Part Ten (sfw), Part Eleven (nsfw), Part Twelve (sfw), Part Thirteen (sfw), Part Fourteen (nsfw), Part Fifteen (nsfw), Part Sixteen (nsfw), Part Seventeen (sfw), Part Eighteen (v. light nsfw), Part Nineteen (nsfw), Part Twenty (nsfw) 

Gabe’s back gave another great heave and, still human, he let out a roar that was all animal, bearing his teeth and snarling, head dropping forwards as he shook from the effort of holding back a transformation that had already started to take hold of him.

“God, Odessa, I’m so sorry,” he hissed. “I’ve never lost control of it like this… I… I don’t —” he broke off and half-swallowed a yelp of pain as his back twisted a little and he braced his arms wide on either side of her body to stop himself falling forwards on top of her. “Shit. I can’t… I’m…”

He retreated down the bed and his back curved upwards again like an angry cat.

“You can shift, Gabe” she said again, heart still pounding. “Let go. Don’t worry about anything else. Shift.”

Snarling and snapping, he pushed further away and she watched, fascinated, as he gave in to the wolf without another word.

Dark fur grew along his spine, and the grinding crack and clunk of bones realigning under his skin filled the air. His whole body trembled and jerked convulsively, claws growing, limbs elongating and skull changing, muscles tearing and reforming, a tail growing, until he crouched, hunched on all fours on the bed near her feet, breathing erratically.

“Gabe?” she whispered, hardly daring to breathe, let alone move. “Are you alright?”

His cock was still hard, she noticed unavoidably as she took in his new body. Achingly so, and it was huge like this; red and thick. The longer she looked at him, the harder he got it seemed, and in only a few seconds, it twitched and began to leak pre-come in a thick, steady stream onto the sheets below him. There was also a thicker bulge beginning to form at the base. Gabe whined and tried to shrink away, curling inwards on himself. His ears were back, his eyes were closed, and he looked the picture of miserable shame.

“Gabe, no…” she said. “No, don’t. Come back?” she asked as she sat up and extended her hand towards him, palm up. “Come back… Please… It’s ok.”

At that, he did finally look up at her with those familiar golden eyes. He looked so vulnerable, so uncertain. She nodded reassurance and smiled. He glanced down at himself in a wry, self-deprecating kind of way and tilted his head in a question.

“I want you, Gabe,” Odessa said with a fluttering laugh, and she found that she truly meant it. She’d had ‘human Gabe’ any number of times by then, but there was something about him in this form that made her core burn. “You’re still you, whatever form you take. I want you. And,” she added with a wry smile, “You clearly still want me…”

Cautiously, he nodded and then crawled up the bed towards her.

The sight of his black, clawed, paw-like hands on the stark white sheets sent a thrill through her and she bit her lip as she lay back once more, simultaneously relaxing and buzzing with renewed energy. He loomed over her as she lay there, and she smiled up at the werewolf who already had claimed her, body and soul.

With his inhuman hands splayed across her thighs, black claws glinting, he parted her legs and she opened willingly to him. He inhaled slowly, tongue starting to loll, and he lowered his great wolf’s head and pressed his cold, wet nose to her clit. She immediately bucked beneath him but he held her down with no effort at all. His jaws parted and he let his hot tongue rake over her, tasting her, and as he did, he let out a rumbling groan of pleasure. He licked her, tongue laving through the wetness that had gathered anew between her folds, and as he started to focus more on her clit and on her pleasure, Odessa’s body began to tremble and heave in time with every stroke of his tongue. The pads of his paws were rough on her skin and his grip was breathtaking, but the contrast between the strength of his body and the delicacy of his touch left her gasping and crying out.

“Oh my God, I’m going to come,” she grunted as the pleasure that had been growing in her core suddenly unfolded like a flower.

In a blinding starburst across her vision, she came against the heat and pressure of his tongue and he closed his mouth on her. His upper teeth pressed into her mound as if he were trying to devour her while his tongue pressed tight against her fluttering heat. She tried to lift her hips against his mouth but he pinned her down and growled at her to keep still. The vibrations ran through her whole body and she threw her head back into the pillows and yelled as a second wave tore through her right on the heels of the first.

Finally she came down, twitching and gasping for breath, and he drew back slowly. He licked her a few times, not wanting to waste any of the taste of her, and then he regarded her steadily. He was still the Gabe she knew when he wore this form, but he was also a little different. Human-Gabe was relaxed and affable and easy-going, but Wolf-Gabe was quiet and intense and very observant, the way a pack’s sentry might keep watch: cataloguing every movement and noticing every detail about her. It made her skin tingle just to bear his golden gaze on her.

His jaws were softly parted to show his teeth and the tip of his wet tongue, and his eyes glowed bright gold in a face that was as kind as it was inhuman. He loved her. Of that there was no doubt.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

His cock twitched visibly at that, and it drooled a thick line of pre-come down onto the sheets between her legs. Trusting her, he didn’t hesitate as much this time, and he prowled the rest of the way up the bed until he loomed over her with his inhuman hands braced on either side of her head and his cock leaking pre-come all over the sensitive skin between her legs every time it twitched.

Flushed red, hard, and messy, with the knot showing visibly at soft fur around the base, Gabe seemed more aroused than she’d yet known him, but still he began slowly, simply rutting his cock against her thighs and smearing the drooling pre-come all over her. When he met her eyes and understood that she really did want him like that, he lowered his muzzle to her collarbone and slowly opened his jaws. His huge teeth locked carefully around the bones of her shoulder and chest, and she bucked up into him with a broken, needy grunt.

“Oh my God, Gabe…” she breathed, revelling in the new sensation.

It was like being held, but it was so intense on so many levels. If he chose to — or if he lost control, she supposed — he could kill her in an instant, snapping her collarbones like kindling, but instead he just held her still while he rutted luxuriantly against her, savouring the pleasure and slide of her body against his.

“Gabe…” she said again, and she raised her hands to his chest, watching as her fingers sank and disappeared into the thick fur there. “I still want you inside me…” she reminded him.

A long, low, quavering note left his throat at that and his whole body fell still.

Then, without releasing his grip on her shoulder, he shifted his hips just a little and the searing heat of the tip of his cock nudged against her entrance. With Odessa wetter than she could ever remember being, and with Gabe even messier than usual, the slide of his huge cock inside her was easier than she’d expected, though the stretch was still immense.

This time, a long, high whine left him and his jaw quivered before he released her and bowed his back to drive himself all the way inside her to the hilt.

Except it wasn’t to the hilt, she realised as the bulge of his knot nudged at her sensitive entrance and he began to pant and whimper. He clearly wanted more, to slide completely inside her, but even lost in the wolf, he apparently couldn't bear the thought of hurting her.

At first he moved with an aching, cautious slowness that bordered on frustrating for her, but when he sensed that, he got a little faster and a little bolder, and the apex of each powerful thrust punched the air out of her in a low, inelegant grunt that he seemed to adore. He tilted his head, dark ears pricked forwards, and listened to every noise she made for him. It seemed to stoke his ardour and he gnashed his teeth, black lips peeling back to reveal huge, white teeth, while his red tongue lashed behind them as drool began to drip from his jaws.

As the minutes ticked by, and his pace and the depth and power of each stroke increased, Odessa realised that he was losing himself more and more to the sensations of their joined bodies, and she loved it.

She loved it because despite all  that unbelievable power, all that monstrous wildness in him, he cared for her.

Each time she sang him a new note of pleasure for him, he repeated the gesture to make her do it again, and each time she told him how wonderful it felt, he let out either a pleased growl or a chuffing whine. He scented her too, hunching his lithe back enough to bring his cheek to her neck without breaking the rhythm he’d set, before raising himself up to look at her with his pupils blown dark and wide, and his jaws slightly open and intimidatingly inhuman.

He used his new and bigger form to wring pleasure from her in ways she’d never experienced before, and she loved him fiercely for it. She found herself gently shunted up the bed towards the headboard each time his hips pistoned into her, and he picked up one dark, paw-like hand to close his clawed fingers around her breast as it jostled with the movement. Mindful of his sharp claws, he kneaded it luxuriantly for a few strokes before returning his palm to the mattress to buttress himself up properly.

This, she realised as his cock pushed deep against her inner walls in a gloriously slow stroke, was the closeness she’d been seeking all along.

“I love you, Gabe,” she whispered through welling tears. She felt full for obvious physical reasons, but her chest felt tight and her heart was beating in her throat. “I love you. I don’t want to leave. I love you.”

With a broken whine, he lowered his face one more time and nuzzled her neck and cheeks, desperately scenting her, rubbing his scent all over her wherever he could reach while his muscles trembled at the torturously inadequate pace he was inflicting on himself. He licked briefly at her mouth and her throat and his thrusts grew irregular and much, much deeper. He was shaking all over, but it was only after another few minutes of tempered bliss that she realised he was trying to restrain himself from sliding all the way in.

He was trying to avoid knotting her and it was all he could do to hold himself back.

Odessa wanted to weep at how blessedly careful he was being with her, and realised that he was never going to do it himself. She waited until he reached the apex of one particularly slow and gentle thrust and looped her legs around his middle. She tightened her hold on him, tugged, and pulled herself fully onto his knot.

With a flash of his wide, golden eyes and a snatched gasp of surprise, Gabe’s wolf jaws closed around her bare throat, teeth locking him in place like a vice around her neck, and he snarled long and deep and loud. Incoherent bliss rushed through every fibre of Odessa’s being as his knot swelled and filled perceptibly inside her, and her whole body went completely, instinctively slack beneath him with a softly-uttered ‘oh’ of pleasure.

A sensation of utter rightness and true ‘oneness’ with him was the only thing she could feel. Gabe started to rock and rut his hips repeatedly, frantically, against her, snarling and panting, but the movement was futile. They were sealed together, and he didn’t have an inch to move inside her. It felt incredible though and her core tightened, muscles clenching around him.

“Yes,” she smiled against his ruff, her body still limp with ecstasy.

His teeth dug into her but he never broke the skin despite the pressure. His hot tongue pushed against her pulse and drool slipped between his teeth to slide down her shoulder while he rutted wildly a few more times against her. He was growling and whimpering in time with each desperate, helpless thrust.

Then, only a few seconds after she’d pulled herself onto his knot, she felt his cock begin to pulse inside her.

His back rounded and hunched, his jaws tightened, his eyes rolled, and he started to come.

She could actually feel him spilling in huge spurts inside her, flooding her fuller than she’d ever been in her life, and the sounds he made against her throat were raw and deep and visceral. After a few seconds of lying there, pinned by his crushing weight to the bed, she felt his hands and arms slide underneath her shoulders, and he lifted her upper body right off the mattress. With his hands supporting her shoulders and lower back, he sat back on his heels and rutted up into her, still coming blindly, desperately.

Held upright but lolling weakly in his arms, Odessa let her head roll back. At the new angle, Gabe’s huge cock and knot caught her just perfectly inside, and at last the wave of blinding pleasure that had swamped her on first feeling his knot took her with it, and she came with a broken, convulsing wail.

Gabe threw back his head and howled.

It was a long time before Gabe shuddered to stillness, though he was still breathing hard and cradling her in his shaking arms. His cock still twitched and spilled the last of his orgasm inside her, and the only sounds in the room now were their shared, panting breaths and the occasional grunt from Gabe.

While she’d been coming, one of his hands had moved to cradle her head. His huge claws pricked her scalp a little and grounded her, and as the last echoes of her own orgasm rippled through her, she finally opened her eyes and found him staring at her.

As if he couldn’t quite believe what he had just done, Gabe slowly started to lower her down and regarded her, wild-eyed and panicky, ears back.

“Gabe,” she smiled, consonants still vague with pleasure. “That was perfect. You’re perfect. I love you, and I’m yours.”

At that last, he trembled all over and began to scent her again. He looked like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Shh, it’s ok. I’m here,” she said, losing sight of her fingers again in the thick, soft fur of his ruff as she scrunched and tugged at it. “You feel so good…” She kept talking to him, reiterating that she had loved every second of it, until he slumped down on top of her, slightly askew to keep his weight mostly off her chest. He held her head in his hand and lay there, shivering and whining almost imperceptibly with each exhale. They were still tied together and the sensation of utter fullness helped to ground her.

While still idly stroking his fur, she wondered how long he would be locked inside her. She half-recalled him saying that because she wasn’t a werewolf, they probably wouldn’t technically be completely tied. Odessa didn’t feel like trying to move just yet, but she was pretty sure he was locked in place inside her as securely as if she had been a werewolf. They weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Before too long, she felt Gabe begin to fall asleep. His weight dipped incrementally down on top of her and he exhaled roughly, so she brought her hands to the soft fur around his left ear and stroked it. He flicked it and twitched up to look at her, and she smiled at him. “If you’re going to go to sleep, we need to change places,” she murmured.

He grunted in agreement, nodded, and then rolled, pulling her with him so that she lay atop his body, still joined to him. She could feel the tug of the knot against her when he moved, the pressure of it deep inside her, and experimentally, she squeezed her core around him. The most blissful pleasure she’d ever experienced rolled through her, and at the same time Gabe jutted his chin up and let out a long, quiet howl.

“You want me not to do that?” she asked but she didn't get an answer from him. He just lay there on his back with his throat completely exposed and his nose pointed to the wall behind him. “Gabe?” she asked, and did it again.

He made another noncommittal huffing noise once the reflexive moan had died away, and she laughed. She leaned forwards and scratched his jaw and fluffy throat with her nails in slow, luxuriant rakes, and he made low, happy noises in his throat. It wasn’t quite a purr — more of a rasping exhale — but it was evident that he was deeply contented, and she loved the feeling of lying on top of him with his knot locking her in place. His arms closed around her middle and he held her tightly. His hands like this were huge, dwarfing her lower back where the rough pads pressed against her skin.

Odessa loved every second of it.�� 

Perhaps a quarter of an hour or so later, his knot began to go down enough that his softening cock started to slip free of her, and she inhaled in surprise as she felt his release slide down her thighs. There was so much of it. “Oh…” she breathed. “That’s going to make a mess…”

“Mmph,” said Wolf-Gabe without opening his eyes.

“Don’t sound so darned pleased with yourself,” she laughed, touching the tip of his cold, wet nose with her fingertip. He half-sneezed in protest but otherwise didn’t move. “It’s going to ruin these sheets.”

He shrugged. That was clearly not a problem for Wolf-Gabe to worry about. That sounded like a Human-Gabe problem. She laughed at him and he finally cracked an eye open. Leaning towards her, he licked her nose once and flopped back down, clearly exhausted. She joined him, lying along his torso with her cheek resting on his collarbones, and she drifted into sleep along with him.

It hadn’t felt like it at the time, but the strain of taking his knot, and of being so thoroughly filled, had sapped her almost completely of energy, and when she woke a while later, she felt heavy and exhausted, and, she realised with a shiver, cold. Gabe’s fur would keep him more than warm in the room, but with her body exposed to the air, she had grown uncomfortably cold.

She sat up a little, and Gabe’s soft cock finally slipped all the way out of her, making him grunt and stir too.

“Any chance you’ll run me a bath?” she muttered, only half in jest and groaning as her insides protested the movement and her thighs trembled. She really did ache now, despite how good it had felt at the time, and she didn’t want to move any more muscles than it took just to talk. “I think I’ve had more sex in the last two weeks than I’ve had in the last five years combined,” she added.

Wolf-Gabe rumbled something that sounded very pleased about that statement, and then after another couple of minutes, he rallied his strength and rolled over. He let the movement tip her gently into the middle of the bed. Instead of getting up right away though, he licked at her neck where his teeth had left a string of tiny bruises like dark, freshwater pearls across her collarbone and over her shoulder.

He looked apologetic, but she smiled and stroked his fluffy cheek. “I would have told you to let go if I’d wanted you to stop,” she said firmly and he nodded. He tipped his head into the touch, eyes closing briefly, and then he laved his hot tongue affectionately over her chest and breasts. Goosebumps followed in the wake of the warmth and she shivered without the strength to swat him away.

Gabe seemed to adore the softness of her stomach and thighs, and he almost got lost in the feel of her body in his huge, paw-like hands. He nosed her thighs apart and licked across her sensitive folds, but when she twitched and grunted at the over-stimulation, he drew back and tilted his head to one side to expose his throat in apology.

“It’s ok,” she smiled. “You didn't hurt me. I wanted you to knot me, and I’m glad you did.”

A long, beautiful groan left him at that, but he gave one more lick across her belly and then stood and walked away to the bathroom. She wondered if Wolf-Gabe would have difficulty processing what he’d need to do in order to get the bath going, but before too long the sound of water hitting the tub reached her ears, and after another few minutes, she felt steady enough to sit upright and swing her legs off the bed. God, she felt tired and she ached beautifully. The sheets beneath her were a complete mess though. She stood shakily just as Gabe nosed the bathroom door back open and padded out on all fours this time, and she ran her fingers over his thick coat as he passed. He licked the outside of her hip and she laughed affectionately before vanishing into the bathroom.

“Bath’s almost ready,” she said a little while later as she stepped out with a towel around her, more for warmth than modesty.

To her surprise, she found that Gabe had returned to his human form while she’d been in there, the sounds of a transformation masked by the running water, and he was now sitting naked on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap.

“You want to share a bath with me?” she asked. When she didn’t get any reaction from him, she frowned and crossed back to him. “You ok?” she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

He shuddered and exhaled a huge sigh, chest heaving, and he leaned into her touch. “Yeah,” he rasped.

“You didn’t have to shift back for me you know,” she said, wondering what had sent him a little sideways.

“Wanted to,” he said, eyes closed and still leaning the weight of his head into her palm. His voice was hoarse and gruff, and he sounded exhausted.

Odessa took his rough, lovely hands in hers, her towel staying in place with a fortuitously folded corner down her cleavage, and drew him to his feet and then into the bathroom. The water was gloriously hot, and she let him get into the bath first, legs parted so that she could sit between them.

When she sank in and leaned back against his chest, he let out a long, relieved hum of pleasure, and snaked his arms around her middle. He caressed the side of her head with his cheek again, not so much scenting her, she suspected, as just simply enjoying her presence through constant touch.

“I love you,” he whispered into a kiss that he pressed against her hair. “I love you, Odessa. I’m yours.”

The contact anchored them both as they lay in each other’s arms in the hot water, and while his hands began to wander and worship her again, there was none of the charged spark that had driven him to lose control earlier.

He did get valiantly half-hard behind her, but when she nudged her backside against him and hummed a question, he just shook his head. Instead, she let her fingertips play idly along his quads and around his knees, enjoying the feel of his skin and the soft hair on his shins while he cupped her breasts adoringly and pressed his palms across her soft stomach and kissed her over and over.

Drowsy and heavy with contented pleasure, she let him buttress her body up, surrendering completely to his touch.

When his fingers found their way between her legs again, her knees fell open as much as they were able to in the confines of the bath. Despite the heat of the water, she was sore from where Wolf-Gabe had stretched her, but with the warmth and the tenderness of his touch on only her clit and the surrounding, swollen flesh, she found herself sighing into his embrace again. Pleasure overrode any lingering discomfort, and she found herself aching to give him another one.

“Yes?” he asked with reverent surprise as he stilled his index and middle fingers and began kissing the shell of her ear instead, moving slowly down her neck as far as he could reach, raking and biting with blunt teeth until she gasped.  

“Yes,” she breathed, shivering and arching a little to get him to start moving his fingertips again. “Gabe, please…”

With slow, careful circles, he coiled her up again, and when she came it was almost without warning. With her head tipped back against his shoulder, moaning and sighing, and with his mouth on her neck and his fingertips pressed up against her clit on either side, it was so tender and overwhelming she began to cry.

He kissed the tears as they rolled down her cheeks and scented her again, all the while keeping his fingertips unmoving against her, holding her floating in that dreamy, in-between place for as long as she could bear it. Finally she slumped back into him and lay there, exhausted and on the verge of sleep again in the hot water of the bath.

It was only with a great effort of will on both their parts that they hauled themselves out of the tub, and after drying off, Gabe disappeared to fetch some clean bedding from the back of the wardrobe. In the end all they needed was a clean base sheet, since the duvet had been kicked off when he’d shifted, so with that done between them, she wriggled into some pyjamas and Gabe pulled the covers up around her as he climbed in beside her.

She lay facing him, and he curled up on his side too. Together their mirrored bodies almost made up the shape of a heart, though her half was smaller than his. Their knees touched, their foreheads touched, and their hands touched, but it wasn’t enough. She shuffled in close and burrowed against his chest while he rolled onto his back, one arm beneath her head and the other draped loosely across her waist. She slid her right thigh over his left and squeezed, and he kissed the crown of her head.

“Are you really alright?” he asked in a hoarse whisper, his left hand circling idly around her hip and backside. It seemed he couldn’t stop touching her.

“I’m more than alright, Gabe. If you don’t believe me and can’t smell it in my scent, I don’t know how else to convince you.”

He huffed a quick, shy laugh and kissed her forehead. “You smell happy,” he admitted. “And you smell like… mine,” he added, speaking into her hair. The words were so barely-audible that part of her wondered if he’d meant for her to hear them at all.

In the stretch of silence that followed, Odessa got the impression that there was something she was missing in all this; some extra depth to his worry that he wasn’t articulating, but she sighed, too exhausted to untangle it.

“You know,” she said drowsily, struggling to unpick exactly what she felt from the tangle of emotions in her chest. Silently, she blessed him for just lying there, with his thumb making small movements across her hip while he waited. “You make me feel like I’m… I’m the only thing in the whole world that matters to you.”

He swallowed audibly and kissed her forehead. “You are,” he said.

She squeezed him so tightly he actually wheezed and they both laughed. “Stop it,” she snorted, tapping his ribs with her fingertips. “How am I supposed to go home when you say things like that to me?”

He shrugged. “I’ll be here,” he said simply. “I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that simple knowledge tolling through them both like a midnight bell, they drifted off to sleep.

Odessa wasn’t sure where she ended and Gabe began as they lay with their legs intertwined and her torso draped across his, but she did know that she was exactly where she belonged.

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Oh Gabe...

Next chapter (season finale) -->

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Take care, and I hope you have a lovely day/night wherever you are, and whenever you read this. And since it’s my first story-post of 2023, Happy New Year!

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#gabe & odessa #werewolf #werewolf boyfriend #monster boyfriend #male werewolf #male werewolf x female human #male werewolf x female character #exophilia

[toothsdesignboutique]

Posted these on my main; but decided i'll be posting them here too!

Look out for more Wings of Fire and Pokemon designs soon too, by the way! They've been taking me a bit since they take me a lot of time and effort! (+ Owed art..) I have lots of concepts and ideas and I hope you're all excited to see them! But for now, here's some Overwatch designs i've done recently!

My designs are free to use WITH CREDIT! If you draw them/use them, please do show me!! I'd love to see! :D [Designs can be simplified if need be, as long as they're still recognisable]

Cassidy :: Coywolf Sombra :: Bat D.VA // Hana :: Weasel Brigitte :: Dog (Golden Retriever) Kiriko :: Fox Junker Queen // Odessa ''Dez'' :: Dingo Moira :: Fox Mercy // Angela :: Rabbit Ashe & Bob :: Pronghorn & Bear Widowmaker // Amélie :: Maned Wolf Pharah // Fareeha :: Jackal Lifeweaver // Niran :: Civet Symmetra // Satya :: Weasel

#Overwatch #OW #Overwatch 2 #OW2 #OW2 fanart #OW art #Animalified #Ovewatch designs #animalified art #animalified design #Not WOF // PKMN #OW designs #cassidy fanart #cassidy overwatch #Sombra #sombra overwatch #DVa #DVa overwatch #hana song #kiriko #kiriko ow #overwatch art #brigitte #brigitte overwatch #junker queen #odessa dez stone #moira #moira ow #angela ziegler #mercy

[bloodofvoid]

The Quietest Girl in Town Chapter 5 (Mischa Bachinski x reader)

Chapter 5

Take a Look Baby

“Meet; Mischa Bachinski,” Karnak boomed, gesturing to Mischa who pushed down the lever that would show pictures from his background. “Born August 18th, Leo: sign of aggression.”

As the pictures were rolled across the screens, you couldn’t help but croon in adoration at the pictures of baby Mischa. (seriously thought) Ocean, who stood beside you, gave you a look of disgust to which you glowered in reply.

“Favorite ride: the shooting gallery. Mischa was conceived in a little town outside

Odessa in the Ukraine by a factory worker named Tamara. His mother, after

being part of the clean up crew in Chernobyl, was dying of prolonged exposure

to Uranium. Wanting her son to be safe, she decided to put him up for

adoption—forging his birth certificate, she claimed he was two years old, and

was recently potty trained. When Mischa came to Canada, his adoptive parents

were surprised to see their toddler had five o’clock shadow, and a slight trace of

alcohol on his breath. They put him in the basement and his adoptive mother

would prepare food and leave it for him on the top of the stairs. On the rare

occasion he would run into his new parents—the mother would weep, and the

father would shoo him away like a horsefly. So began an inexhaustible rage. He

turned to the last bastion of pure strength and masculinity in society: self-

Aggrandizing commercialized Hip-Hop. This is how Mischa became: the Angriest boy in town.”

As Karnak monologued more and more about Mischa’s background, you felt your heart breaking more and more. You held a hand to your chest as you witnessed the screen show Tamara bidding his son goodbye for the last time of her life. 

Mischa loved his mother, and you were furious that he was forced away from his only family because of a nuclear accident. You were rarely mad, usually filled with happiness and calmness, but now you felt your heart surging in your chest and painfully pushing against your ribcage.

You didn’t like being mad.

It seemed you had zoned out, and Mischa was beginning his song. From what you picked up, when he was mad he rapped about money…in autotune. And that’s what he was doing now, as music began to play.

You found yourself slipping on sunglasses with the rest of choir, stepping out as Mischa began to sang. His accent ran thick as he did so, putting his hat on backwards and slipping on a golden chain around his neck.

I am the money!

What you is, is what you got

And I am the money!

You then felt yourself stepping up, pressing your back to Mischa’s side with a sly smile as you gestured to him.

Take a look baby, he’s the real ka-ching!

Lounging with my homies, Friday night scene!

Ho!

The Playstation’s up on my 60-inch screen!

Mcnuggets in the bag, crystal’s on tap

New toothbrush from Tiffany’s still in the bubble wrap!

Track lights are glowing like sciences

Sparkling all over my stainless steel appliances!

I’m shining like Midas 

I’m the king of Ka-ching!

Everything I touch goes bling bling bling!

Woah!

My life is awesome, this beat is awesome!

Ricky and you then stepped up together, Ricky up first. Mischa held out the microphone to the once mute boy as he did a little robot dance. It was honestly adorable.

Robot’s are awesome!

Take a look baby he’s the real ka-ching!

And I’ll say it again; My life is awesome, this hook is awesome!

Robot’s are awesome!

A piano…or keyboard played in the background as Mischa shifted his hat so he was wearing it sideways, breathing heavily. You could tell he was full of rage, but when you looked deeper into his amber eyes, you saw the sorrow that was hidden underneath.

Now I’m rolling in the civvie with the pumped up bass!

Woah!

The blue lights glowing, the vipers on my face!

We pass around the chronic, we party all night

We start to get the munches so we stop for a bite

Cruise into the lot of the hard rock cafe

Here comes the hotties, here come the valet!

You and the girls, as well as Noel and Ricky all lined up, with Constance at the front and looking as Mischa with a cool expression.

Front of the line, we don’t need ID

Your usual table, sir?

Yeah VIP!

Woah!

My life is awesome, this beat is awesome!

Robot’s are awesome!

Take a look baby, he’s the real ka-ching!

And I’ll say it again; My life is awesome,

Autotune is awesome!

Ricky then stepped up once more, leaning in to Mischa’s mic.

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Mischa then stepped forward, taking off his golden chain and tossing it to you. To which you caught it, slinging it on your own neck. The Ukrainian bad boy then tore his button up shirt open as he had taken off the sweater earlier, showing off everyone you weren’t sure if you wanted to see or not. 

As he began to sang, everyone got beside him. Ricky and Noel grabbed the ends of his shirt and waved it around. Ocean kneeled before him with a fan that wasn’t even powered on. Constance and Jane stood on either side of him, while you also kneeled before him and threw up dollar bills that had Karnak’s face on it.

It’s time to start the party

But there ain’t no party here yet!

So we take a ride in my brand new learjet!

Feeling homesick from my homies in the Ukraine

Landing in Kiev before we finish off the champagne 

Roll to the club where the rich kids go!

Them Eurotrash bitches are checking out my flow

All kings of hotties, from all around the world

But then I feel a pair of eyes, and I see this girllllll

The beat slowly came to an end, and you and the rest of the choir all posed around Mischa as he finished off his last note. 

Short-ayyy

You got back into your own consciousness, and you noticed the way you were posing. Hips cocked to the side with your hand pulling up your skirt. You were quick to drop it and take off the sunglasses, setting them aside before looking back to Mischa.

This was not the song Mischa deserved to sing, it was not the way he truly felt and you know it. You whipped around to Karnak, stepping up to the little platform before him. No one noticed, too busy focusing on Mischa.

“I demand Mischa gets another chance to sing,” you ordered, your tone commanding. “What he sang just now does not count towards his final vote.”

Karnak slowly turned to you, and you glared down at him in response. Your voice had caught the attention of the rest of the choir, who all looked at you in shock. Just like you had thought before, you were rarely angry. 

“I’m afraid I cannot do that,” he said slowly, to which you clenched your fists.

“Then I’ll sacrifice my own performance,” you protested, looking back to the choir for a moment. “Just let him perform again.”

The fortune-telling machine seemed surprised, but did not object to your sacrifice. “Very well,” 

“Y/n L/n is giving up her position to perform for Mischa Bachinski.”

Ocean looked flabbergasted, as did Constance. You were going to give up your chance of proving that you deserved to be picked to someone else who already had their chance? Yes, yes you were. 

Mischa looked like he didn’t know what to feel, his amber gaze boring into your own. You slowly stepped down from Karnak, craning your neck to meet eye-contact with the Ukrainian. 

“Y/n-” before Mischa could make any kind of sound you shushed him, firming your gaze.

You slowly stepped forward, grabbing one of his hands and holding it in your own. His hands were veiny, and large compared to your own hands. His palms were rough, and calloused. But it felt nice against your skin. 

Good lord, how touch-starved were you?

“You deserve it,” you told him, giving Mischa a gentle gaze. “Tell them how you really feel, and who you really are.”

Without another word, you slipped away, moving past the rest of the choir and into the back. You then sat down, resting your hands into your lap. Mischa continued to stare at you, stunned. 

You gave a nod, gesturing for him to go on. You knew he had so much else to say, and if you had to give up your chance at life again so he could speak his heart, you would do it a million times over. 

Though you never got too close to Mischa while you were alive, that did not change your feelings for him. Underneath his gangster persona there was a man of words and love that was hidden away by the fear of being hurt again. You would personally make sure he never felt that way again.

“A moment,” he said, finally letting himself soften. “I am vulnerable now.”

He then got onto his phone, giving the choir time to join you on the sidelines. He brought up a girl who you did not recognize, and he told you guys that she was the former prime minister of Ukraine. Then, he swiped his phone to a picture of a girl.

You wanted to say she was beautiful, but her face was blurry. You couldn’t tell who she was, but you guessed this was Talia. The woman who Mischa loved, but couldn’t reach. You wanted to be jealous, but your sympathy overwhelmed it.

“My love: Natalia Murushka… Bolinska.”

#mischa bachinski x reader #mischa bachinski #female reader #ride the cyclone x reader #ride the cyclone #how do i tag this

[bonefool]

The solid gold skeleton, perched on the side of an ornate silver coffin, stands only 3.5cm high and is a unique example of Jewish gothic.

Complete in 1903 with 176 jointed parts (not just joined with wire), Israel Rouchomovsky's fascinatingly morbid skeleton is a piece reflecting the turbulent life of Jews in Eastern Europe, as well as the artists love of fine detail. The skeleton is solid hold, and the ornately carved coffin is solid silver.

The Jewish artist struggled in Odessa for official recognition. At one point he was contracted to create a golden crown in the manner of ancient Pythian funeral work. It was magnificent enough to be purchased by the Louvre, but historical inaccuracies raised red flags. The infamy he received became fame when he brought this skeleton and coffin to Paris. Eventually Russian pogroms and lucrative commissions in France convinced his whole family to emigrate. He declares this piece took almost a decade to complete.

#bonefool #skull art #skeleton art #skulls #jewish art #Israel Rouchomovsky #Russian art

[silviathebard]

Underrated* Book Recommendations Tumblr Would Love

(*by underrated I mean not viral on tiktok or a classic, because those are the only popular books these days and you all are missing out on some great literature)

The Never Tilting World by Rin Chupeco

Genres: Fantasy, Romance

I KNOW tumblr would eat this one up. An amazing magic system, enemies to lovers, disabled representation, sapphic women, South Asian representation (soooooo rare to find good representation), and foreshadowing that rips my heart out. READ IT.

The book is told through the povs of:

Arjun, Son of a Bitch*: disgruntled bodyguard no. 1

Haidee the Debutante*: literally a golden retriever

Maleeyah, Formerly Odessa*: princess obsessed with raunchy romance books

and Lan the Captive*: disgruntled bodyguard no. 2

* these are all actual chapter titles, did I mention that?

You will not be disappointed. Also, this is the first book in a duology.

Thornhill by P. SMY

Genres: horror, supernatural fiction

This book made me cry. Lots of tws for this one, I would suggest searching it up because I haven't read the book in a while and I'm not sure if I will catch all of them. I highly suggest you read this book if you are a horror fan. It alternates between pictures and diary entries to tell its story, the story itself is heart breaking.

The Thickety: A Path Begins by J.A White

Genres: dark fantasy

The way this book is written is just amazing. It reads like a dark fairytale and the author explored so many different things throughout the thickety series as a whole, White is clearly a very creative writer and I highly suggest you read this book even though it's juvenile fiction because the concepts are so creative.

And that's it! I might make a part 2 if I think of more.....

#books #book recommendations #dark fantasy #horror #fantasy #fiction #when i tell you it is a shame some of these books arent popular #i am not kidding

[zvyozdochka]

Confectionery store “Golden Key” in Odessa, 1974.

#soviet aesthetic #ussr #soviet #soviet union #ukraine #ukranian

[yellowfingcr]

AND YOU REMAIN ONLY AN IDEA . . . . .

the lightning rod

whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unravelled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

tagged by: @lasraichean (thanks!!) tagging: @of-forossa, @hexenjagd, @yeleltaan, @starcaller-scholar, @creatrix-mea, @schattenmagier, @mvtherslament, @decidentia (anri, odessa!) @oathloathed, @knightshonour & YOU

#dash games #// oh!!!!!! #oh... I love this... man!! #potentially one of the results ever across all dash games I've done! #the difference is in who wants to learn more!

[eclipsecrowned]

💋 -Irudessa we gotta show the losers how it's done // @impercre

She'll spend the rest of her life atoning for this.

Fever breaks out at the point of contact, atomics detonating in skin against skin. The pressure mounts, the horizon between them obliterated. This is No Man's Land. This is the wasteland between sietch and city. If the last thing her flesh knows before her bones are bleached clean is this, then she dies satisfied.

That's the problem, though. She does not die. She only claims what another man owns. Falling back, staring down into those brilliant eyes, there is a razor-wire curiosity in her.

What does she see? What in Odessa is right, and what is wrong? Calloused fingers brush golden hair back from a gentle face. Despite the roughness, her voice pours smooth as Spice.

"I can pretend,"

Gentle, she sinks down, to her knees, no longer towering. "These curls, these hands, our lips -- We were always just the same. You can say that I'm him, if you close your eyes."

Her touch is feather-light, the hint of a ghost, against Irulan's ankle.

"I can be quiet. You won't even know he's gone."

If this is the only way they can know love, so be it. She'll be anything at all, to let this woman know peace, to give what that idiot Paul denies her. How can he take her and not even want her? How can he leave her to rot like one of the dead left in his wake?

Feyd would not have done this to her. He would have done a thousand foolish things, and in his name, so can Odessa.

"I can love you like he would have -- like you deserved all along."

#impercre #odessabt #irudessatbt

[spirit-speaking]

Valeria Cress

-𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔰

•Name: Valeria Cress (Val)

•Age: 27

•Race: Hyur, Midlander

•Gender: Female

•Sexuality: Pansexual

•Marital Status: Single

•Server: Balmung

-𝔓𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢

•Hair: Dark brown

•Eyes: One golden (right), one green (left)

•Height: 5′7″

•Build: Dainty and lithe

•Tattoos/Scars: Small, faded scar above left temple.

-𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩

•Profession: Librarian & Ishgardian cultural heritage and book conservator.

•Hobbies: Reading, taking walks on nice days to overall enjoy the outdoors, hunting down relics all over the world, cooking in her free time and gardening.

•Residence: Ishgard, Cress family home.

•Birthplace: Ishgard

•Qualities: Empathetic, Mindful, Quiet, Rational

-ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭𝔰

•Spouse: None.

•Children: None.

•Parents: Father; Adrian Cress, deceased. Mother; Odessa Cress (Formerly Blackheart) , deceased.

•Siblings:  Sister; Vahalia Cress, alive ( @vahalia-cress-ffxiv)

•Other Relatives: Family tree.

•Pets: Clotho, a falcon given to her by Damien Gray

-𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔰

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded  / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / callous / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal (to a fault) / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

-𝔄𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

•Smoking: never / rarely/ sometimes / frequently/ to excess.

•Drugs: never / rarely/ sometimes / frequently / to excess.

•Alcohol: never / rarely /sometimes / frequently / to excess.

-ℌ𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔰

Finding Wings:  The twin sister to Vahalia Cress. She is the less known of the two and a little quieter than her sibling. She tends to enjoy being in the background a little more and live a muted life. Her sister often refers to her as 'Sparrow', a moniker that has stuck with her since childhood, one her mother used to call her and was eventually adopted by her sister, Vahalia.

Spirit Speaker:  Due to an accident resulting in trauma to her head and many weeks of being in an insentient state, Valeria awoke having odd abilities where sometimes -- without warning -- she is loosely existing between both the mortal realm of consciousness and the plane of the unknown. To some, it is called the afterlife, limbo, the underworld but Valeria believes it is some space between the current world and where the aether eventually travels into the aetherial sea. She tends to describe this as quick, and disorientating and usually happens when someone within close proximity dies. She can sense energy but also hear voices while dazed while also recently being able to find residual aether and magicka linked to items that belonged to others. Little is known about this little hiccup of hers and she very rarely talks about it.

Fresh Face: It is no surprise that Valeria is a common face around the city of Ishgard. She was born there but had spent several years away due to a family dispute that involved her father. As a local, she tends to frequent many of the walkways while out on a walk or even in the local shops doing some shopping. You can bump into her just about anywhere.

Regal:  Born into House Cress, Valeria often holds up a more sophisticated appearance and dresses the part. She frequents tailoring shops quite a bit and enjoys fashion. It's not uncommon to catch a glimpse of her at a scattered soiree or event within the city; sometimes even abroad. Though she is not as big on the social scene as her sister, she is known to attend a few events here and there or even at her sister's bequest. It is rumored she was once even betrothed to a Blythe relative in the Blythe Household, but no longer. Rumors swirl around that often leave people wondering why the arrangement had been abolished.

Page by Page: Sometime after her accident Valeria decided to take up the job of a librarian in one of the libraries in Ishgard. On the side she also works to restore old books and tomes that are connected to the cultural history of the city as well as the residents and Houses within. She takes great care as a conservator to archive and tend to the preservation of these items. She also takes great care in the gallery to help oversee the preservation of relics and artifacts linked to Ishgard's architecture and past.

Looking for:  Anyone I can connect with, befriend or collab with. I thoroughly enjoy being able to meet new people and be a part of stories or to contribute to them. Valeria is a character who tends to have a bit of a dark story and based on that I do ask that people be at least 18+ when engaging with more mature, dark and gruesome content involving her life or work. Darker and mature-themed RP doesn’t always mean ERP either so please do not message me inquiring about such since it isn’t content I’m interested in writing.

#lfc #Character sheet

[cigvrettedvet]

            drew and her brother, charlie, didn’t see eye to eye most times. scratch that: ninety nine percent of the time actually. she was the black sheep of the family and he was the golden child who could do no wrong. even if he was the definition of an asshole. he found every opportunity to try and remind drew that he was better than her. and while drew didn’t care for their sibling rivalry, he was determined to up the ante. the moment she saw odessa right beside him at this party, drew felt her heart break. the last time she had seen her ex-best friend had been in a rather compromising position, nothing but radio silence following after it. with the way drew ranted to odessa about her brother, she didn’t think odessa would stab her in the back by going out with him. needless to say, drew was furious but she wouldn’t get the chance to actually speak her mind until the two girls were finally alone. “i didn’t think entitled pricks were your type but you sure as hell have proven me wrong,” drew remarked, tone equally as venomous as the look in her eyes. she’d rather look angry than betrayed, although she really felt both in that moment. “shutting me out is one thing but dating charlie . . . that’s too far.” // @persephonyed​

#⌗ thread ⁝ drew hartford. #persephonyed #sooo excited for them! #even though they will probably hurt me a lot

[ogdencollegerp]

MEET GREER'S REPLACEMENT -  THE WANNABE.

{ FACECLAIM, AGE, GENDER, PRONOUNS } Is that FIRST NAME LAST NAME? A FRESHMAN (OR TRANSFER STUDENT) originally from HOMETOWN, they decided to come to Ogden College to study MAJOR on an ATHLETIC / ACADEMIC / FINANCIAL SCHOLARSHIP (remove if character is not a scholarship student). They’re THE WANNABE on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

ABOUT THIS SKELETON: There was something about THE GOLDEN GIRL that made everyone envy her at least a little bit. Now imagine the pressure of not just trying to live up to the glow she cast on campus...but live in her former room too. Like THE WANNABE, a new student to Ogden College, has to this year. It's completely reasonable that they felt like they were entering a friendly competition with the former occupant of their room. But with the winner rigged and Greer still missing - could this competition really be that friendly?

MAJOR PLOT POINTS THUS FAR:

None !!! This is a brand new skeleton who just enrolled at Ogden !!! They just happened to be assigned to the room THE GOLDEN GIRL formerly lived in.

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THE EXCHANGE STUDENT knows what it's like to move, so that should be some comfort to any of the new students they befriend. Unlucky for THE WANNABE, not even they can relate to moving into a room haunted by THE GOLDEN GIRL having lived there.

It's safe to say that with THE GOLDEN GIRL missing in action last year, THE NEPO BABY got used to not having to share their room. Enter THE WANNABE - but just because they got the room key doesn't mean they'll be welcomed.

THE MISCREANT left campus for a while too - but they came back to their room waiting for them. Surely THE WANNABE doesn't have to worry about THE GOLDEN GIRL doing the same though....right ??

THE HOMEGROWN HERO knows what it's like to be a fish out of water. And they know all too well what it's like to try to live up to THE GOLDEN GIRL. Maybe they can give THE WANNABE some tips - or not, if they're worried about the competition.

Sometimes it seems like everyone wants to be a clone of THE GOLDEN GIRL, much to THE UNFAVORITE’s chagrin - and they can’t help but roll their eyes every time they see THE WANNABE, considering their attempts to be the next Greer now that they live in her room. 

How does someone like THE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS feel about someone who is trying to replace their ex-girlfriend ?? Well, if your girlfriend was THE GOLDEN GIRL, there was no choice but to get used to it. Especially with THE WANNABE now living in her former room.

THE WANNABE and THE BUSYBODY have one very important thing in common - they both would do almost anything to learn more about THE GOLDEN GIRL. Let’s just hope ‘almost anything’ is just a hyperbolic saying.

Considering THE GOLDEN GIRL has been missing for over a year, is THE FALLEN PRINCESS in the market for a new best friend ?? Perhaps she should consider the student who just moved into her old room - THE WANNABE definitely thinks they're the perfect fit to replace her.

In order to live up to THE GOLDEN GIRL, THE WANNABE will have to start trying to pry her secrets from people like THE ERUDITE STONER and THE SCHOLARSHIP STUDENT for information. Just to get closer to her mystique, of course Not to take those secrets to incorporate for themselves or anything. 

THE WANNABE may find themselves left out of the social scene - thanks to their living in the shadow with THE GOLDEN GIRL  - will they get tips from THE COOL LOSER on how to deal with the treatment ?? Or will they continue trying to live up to the former occupant of their room ??

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[not-so-rosyyy]

Golden Gays performances are usually pageants during which each lola shows off a talent such as doing cartwheels in heels or lip-syncing. Mall-goers stop to catch a glimpse. Their eyes brighten. The shows are reminiscent of Philippine fiesta culture, where each neighborhood celebrates the feasts of a patron saint. “It is joyful,” Odessa Jones said. “I missed the applause and the cheers of people. I have boundless energy, because I want to show people that we are still alive.”

As the show ended that Sunday, the Golden Gays held hands as they sang the Diana Ross song “If We Hold on Together.” After the show, they went home to celebrate their performance over beer. “Home is beautiful, because that is where there is complete love,” Lola Mon said. “Love revolves among ourselves. Our camaraderie is whole, and because we are together all the time, our companionship is solid.”

(4/4) excerpts from: The ‘Golden Gays’ Return to the Stage in the Philippines Hannah Reyes Morales The New York Times, 4 Jan 2023

#golden gays #pride month #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #gay #queer #lesbian #asexual #bisexual #transgender #pride #filipino #culture #photography #people