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fuckmymunson · 1 year

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Dom poly marauders x sub reader who can’t take anything seriously and always jokes around (not being a brat, maybe, kind yes)

One of them is pounding into her and asks “Who’s pussy is this?” / “Who this pussy belongs to?” and reader replies with “It’s my pussy, but we can share.” / “It belongs to me but we can have shared custody if you want.”

And they can’t get mad at her with that because damn, she’s lying there, propped on her elbows and making them laugh while being irreplaceably sexy and pretty, suddenly they all slip from their serious role and have a sex with only dom/sub dynamic vibes

Ugh yes— plus I can see it as a constant teasing and so many punishments!!!!😵‍💫. Send me asks/thoughts/blurbs! Airport time!

18+, smut, poly!Marauders, Dom/sub relationships, mwah. Ofc not proofread.

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You moan around Remus' hard cock while you feel Sirius literally rearranging your guts from behind. They both groan in pleasure and mock you endlessly, calling you names, making fun of your blissed out state… anything to break you from that petty bratty attitude.

"What was that, whore?" Remus asks as he yanks your hair back, removing his cock from the back of your throat.

"We asked you a question" Sirius adds with a harsh slap on your thigh, making you yelp. "Who this fucking wet pussy belongs to?"

You smile, almost wickedly.

"It belongs to me, but I'm generous enough to share it with you, just don't ask for custody"

Remus rolls his eyes, huffing annoyed. He hates the passion you have to push their buttons. Sirius on the other hand, a big hothead, only takes your answer as an offense. His hand slaps your ass so hard, that the teasing grin on your face falls and your eyes water quickly.

"I swear you are gonna regret those words" He whispers, snapping his hips against you again, harsh, fast, over and over.

The door opens, and James walks in. He's holding his tie in one hand and looks tired, he hated to clean the trophies room. But the moment he sees you naked on Remus' bed, moaning against his thigh, drooling and getting your pussy completely ruined, he feels like a new man. He throws his tie to his bed and quickly starts to remove his clothes, smiling.

"What's the punishment today?" He asks.

"Bitch won't stop being a brat" Sirius groans, wrapping a hand around your neck.

"Is that true?" James tilts his head, taking a seat at the edge of the shaky bed and tracing one of his fingers on your back, fingertips sliding over the bite marks all over your skin.

"Not m–my fault Sirius is a pussy" You mutter, mischievously. "But I g—guess you are what you eat"

"So under that logic, you are a dick?" Remus laughs, anger already far behind. He yanks your hair and guides his cock to your mouth again.

You nod, sucking him dry. Your left hand sneaks under the covers to wrap itself around James' cock, already rock hard. He hisses in delight and lets his head back.

You take a moment to breathe, tears falling down your eyes. "I am a huge dick, so big even Sirius would be jealous of me"

James and Remus bark a laugh, almost coughing. Between moans and giggles, the air changes a bit. Sirius shakes his head and hold a laugh too. He can't believe you sometimes.

"Good fucking luck you are pretty as hell" Sirius says behind you, caressing your sides. "I should slap the shit of you for those words"

"You w–wont" You moan, challenging him. "Pussy"

"He won't but I will" Remus breaks in and squeezes your cheeks, making you raise your head a bit to look at him. The position is a bit uncomfortable and you can feel your neck sore at the effort. "You think you are so funny, maybe you are, maybe not. You should be grateful I even let you suck my dick"

You gasp, offended. "I am—"

"Shut up" He interrupts you. "I'll let this little bratty outbreak slide this time, this time only" He pats your cheek gently. "Now open up, gonna spit inside that filthy bratty mouth of yours"

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I know it sucks im a whore—

#omel is speaking!#omel's asks<3 #remus lupin smut #sirius black smut #james potter smut #poly!marauders smut #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders

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namor-shuri · 1 year

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Marvel Studios: Voices Rising - The Music Of Wakanda Forever [Series]

Episode #1: "Nigeria: Past is Present" [available on Disney +] [w/ time stamps to follow along]

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▻ "Soundtrack's like this just don't happen anymore, with the high percentage of the songs that are embedded in the movie, and to this level of cultural specificity." - Ryan Coogler [Director] [0:00]

▻ "Here you have a story that intertwines people [Wakandans & Talokanil] of beautiful, rich ethnicities. What do you do with that as a composer? You use it!” - Letitia Wright [Princess Shuri] [0:14]

▻ We learn that Ryan Coogler and Ludwig Göransson first started off as friends, meeting one another at a film school [USC]. They then hit it off from their joint love of Swedish music. "They make magic together, and they seem to just pick up where the other has left off. They just have this seamless way of getting in each other's heads and hearts, and it ends up creating such incredible music.” - Lupita Nyong'o [Nakia] [1:51]

▻ The first Black Panther soundtrack is heavily inspired by Chadwick Boseman's Black Panther and his overall character. After his passing, they had to go back to square one. "I couldn't really imagine what the movie [soundtrack] would feel or look like without Chadwick in it. So, I'm basically going into this experience starting from scratch." - Ludwig Göransson [Composer] [2:42]

▻ They [Ryan and Ludwig] chose to go to Nigeria, Lagos to recruit artists and composers, it being a major hotspot for music in the world currently. "What Lagos is to music right now is what London was to music in its heyday. What New York was to hip-hop in the 90's. I genuinely believe the most exciting music in the world is being made in Lagos." - Seni Saraki [Music Consultant] [3:16]

▻ "Ludwig came to Lagos, because he, as a creative, understands the need to feed off of the energy of a particular place." - Fireboy DML [Artist] [4:04]

▻ There were a huge mixture of both contemporary artists [ie. singers, rappers, etc] and traditional artists [ie. musicians, instrumentalists for the score such as, but not limited to: Jedalo Percussion Ensemble, Fusion Nigeria] coming together to create this soundtrack. Instruments such as, but not limited to, the: sato drum, sakara drum, iyaálù bata, omele bata, kakaki horn, ojà flute, goje were all used on the traditional side. "Everyday we had different sessions with musicians that would come from different tribes from the Igbo, from the Hausa, from Yoruba and they would have their own instruments and different types of set of drums." - Ludwig Göransson [Composer] [5:57] Ryan and Ludwig are seen workshopping ideas of scenes and where musical segments may exist in the movie during these musical sessions [7:28]

▻ "He [Ludwig] and Ryan had been talking about it for years. ‘Let's write songs just for this film.’ There's no licensed tracks." - Monica Sonand [Score Supervisor] [9:39]

▻ “The generation that I'm in right now is speaking Afrobeats. We are all doing our own things individually, but as a unit together, we are pushing the culture. This is Afrobeats. This is Niger. This is Lagos. We're taking that old culture with us to the world." - Fireboy DML [Artist] [10:48] His song “Coming back for you" was used towards the end of the movie in the scene where Shuri is shown planting the heart-shaped herb [12:15]

▻ Ryan and Ludwig wanted to have artists who sang in Xhosa [the language of the Wakandans] so they did their research and flew out artists from South Africa to Nigeria to meet with them. The music style “Amapiano” had the sound that they were looking for, which plays on most South African radio. "It's so unique and it comes out of the club scene there [South Africa] and it makes you want to dance. What I love about that music [Amapiano] is that it feels futuristic to me." - Ludwig Göransson [Composer] [15:05]

▻ Ryan, Ludwig and artist Bloody Civilian are shown brainstorming Bloody’s beats pack she made for them, discussing where her track may exist. She showed them her song “How to kill a man. “I was very nervous, but the environment felt safe and everyone's creativity was just going. It didn't really feel like work at some point." - Bloody Civilian [Artist + Producer] [23:04] Her final track in the movie “Wake up" ft Rema is about "pushing yourself regardless of the things that try to pull you back." - Bloody Civilian [Artist + Producer] [24:33]

▻ Some of the African producers involved were ecstatic to have representation of a variety of African artists and sounds on this Marvel movie and it’s soundtrack. "I think the album sounds like Wakanda!" - Osarumen Osamuyi [Music Producer] [25:28]

▻ "I've been able to travel here [Nigeria] with Ryan, one of my closest friends. Doing something like this together where we can share this experience has been such a blessing." - Ludwig Göransson [Composer] [25:52] "It was really important for us [Ludwig and him] to come to West Africa. Myself being African-American, a lot of my heritage is from here like most African-Americans. The biggest take away for me is the personal connection that I have myself. I'm constantly looking at people saying ‘that person looks like my cousin, that person looks like my friend, that person looks like my brother.' That experience is one that's very different from being a black man that was born and raised in a predominantly white country. Folks born on the continent often take for granted to just walk down the street and everybody looks like them. That wasn't my truth. That wasn’t my reality. It's a very strange experience to fly for thousands of miles and land somewhere you've never been, but it feels like home. There's a beauty to that, but also a sadness that comes with it.” - Ryan Coogler [Director] [26:06]

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Soundtrack: [tracks referenced in this episode]

ʀɪʜᴀɴɴᴀ: ʟɪғᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ / ʙᴜʀɴᴀ ʙᴏʏ: ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ / ғᴏᴜᴅᴇᴏ̨ᴜsʜ + ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ: ᴄᴏɴ ʟᴀ ʙʀɪsᴀ / ᴛᴇᴍs: ɴᴏ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɴᴏ ᴄʀʏ / ᴀᴅɴ ᴍᴀʏᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴏ + ᴘᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏ: ʟᴀᴀʏʟɪ’ ᴋᴜxᴀ’ᴀɴᴏ’ᴏɴᴇ / ғɪʀᴇʙᴏʏ ᴅᴍʟ: ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ / ʙʟᴜᴇ ʀᴏᴊᴏ: ɪɴғʀᴀᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ / ʀɪʜᴀɴɴᴀ: ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ / ᴛᴏʙᴇ ɴᴡɪɢᴡᴇ + ғᴀᴛ ɴᴡɪɢᴡᴇ: ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ / ᴅʙɴ ɢᴏɢᴏ + sɪɴᴏ ᴍsᴏʟᴏ: ʟᴏᴠᴇ & ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ [ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ] / sɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛ + ᴇ-40: ʟᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ / ᴀᴍᴀᴀʀᴀᴇ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ᴀ ᴄᴏғғɪɴ / ᴠɪᴠɪʀ ᴏ̨ᴜɪɴᴛᴀɴᴀ: ᴀ́ʀʙᴏʟᴇs ʙᴀᴊᴏ ᴇʟ ᴍᴀʀ / sᴛᴏʀᴍᴢʏ: ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴜᴅᴇ / ᴏɢ ᴅᴀʏᴠ + ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ: ʟɪᴍᴏɴᴄᴇʟʟᴏ / ᴄᴋᴀʏ + ᴘɪɴᴋᴘᴀɴᴛʜᴇʀᴇss: ᴀɴʏᴀ ᴍᴍɪʀɪ / ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴀɴ + ʀᴇᴍᴀ: ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ / ᴀʟᴇᴍᴀ́ɴ + ʀᴇᴍᴀ: ᴘᴀɴᴛᴇʀᴀ / ᴅʙɴ ɢᴏɢᴏ + sɪɴᴏ ᴍsᴏʟᴏ: ᴊᴇʟᴇ / ᴄᴀʟʟᴇ x ᴠɪᴅᴀ + ғᴏᴜᴅᴇᴏ̨ᴜsʜ: ɴᴏ ᴅɪɢᴀs ᴍɪ ɴᴏᴍʙʀᴇ / ɢᴜᴀᴅᴀʟᴜᴘᴇ ᴅᴇ ᴊᴇsᴜ́s ᴄʜᴀɴ ᴘᴏᴏᴛ: ᴍɪ ᴘᴜᴇʙʟᴏ

Score: [tracks referenced in this episode]

ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ: ᴡᴀᴋᴀɴᴅᴀ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ / ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ: ᴛ’ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴀ / ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ: ʏɪʙᴀᴍʙᴇ! / ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ: ɴᴀᴍᴏʀ / ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ + ʙᴀᴀʙᴀ ᴍᴀᴀʟ: ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ / ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ + ʙᴜsɪsᴡᴀ: ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ / ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ + ᴊᴏʀᴊᴀ sᴍɪᴛʜ: ʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ / ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ + ᴠɪᴠɪʀ ᴏ̨ᴜɪɴᴛᴀɴᴀ: sɪʀᴇɴs / ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ: ɴᴀᴍᴏʀ’s ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ / ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ: ʏᴜᴄᴀᴛᴀ́ɴ / ᴠɪᴠɪʀ ᴏ̨ᴜɪɴᴛᴀɴᴀ: ᴀ́ʀʙᴏʟᴇs ʙᴀᴊᴏ ᴇʟ ᴍᴀʀ [ғɪʟᴍ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ] / ғᴏᴜᴅᴇᴏ̨ᴜsʜ + ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢᴏ̈ʀᴀɴssᴏɴ: ᴄᴏɴ ʟᴀ ʙʀɪsᴀ [ғɪʟᴍ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ]

Episodes: 1 2 3

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tinytinybumblebee · 7 months

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IMPORTANT AGERE POTENTIAL REALIZATION I MADE

So mind flayers speak almost exclusively via telepathy/psionics. It’s just easy and natural for them, and that probably means that beyond eating, their mouths don’t actually see much use. They have actual voices, but since most mind flayers according to the monster manual don’t actually speak common, so that means their actual voices probably aren’t used at all. Dare I say they don’t know how to use them, even?

So when Omel regresses, maybe he either temporarily forgets how to or has a self-imposed rule not to use telepathy and instead attempts actual speech…. which sounds adorably baby-like and he doesn’t even have to try. It might be a good time for Blurg to help teach him how to actually physically talk, too, since it doesn’t feel as demeaning being taught basic speech when he’s mentally just a baby. And even tiny, Omeluum probably likes learning a lot!

aaaAAAA!!!!!!

Oh my goodness ;o; yes!!!

He knows how words work, he's seen and watched other's mouths move as they form words. But, when he tries,, it comes out, not exactly as he wants it to be (words are a bit slurred, missing the beginning or ending of words, defiantly very differant compared how well spoke Ome is when he is speaking telepathy)

waaAAA Blurg helping his tiny Ome use his voice is SO cute ;o; He's holding up those little word cards that have drawings of animals on them to correspond to the letter (Like, C being for Cow, M or Mushroom, etc) ! Ome is a curious flayer, big or tiny so learning to talk is very intriguing for the lil guy 💕💕💕

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #bg3 #omeluum #blurg

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pastelsandpining · 3 years

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Febuwhump Day 12: Who Are You?

You already know what’s coming. Have a poorly written, way too long, and posted way too early angst prompt. Sorry for the lack of a read more and any weird formatting, I’m on mobile 🙄

Pairing: Zelink

Summary: Link doesn’t remember. Not sure what else you expected

Warnings: depression, poorly written survivor’s guilt

Words: 2821

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“Who are you?”

Three simple words, yet they weren’t what stung. It was the blunt and direct way he said them, leaving very little room for hope that he might’ve been joking. There was always a possibility that the stasis recovery would deprive him of his memories, and for the shortest of seconds, she wondered if she really had taken those precautions. But she had, and still he stood before her with the sword that sealed the darkness and very little memory of what it meant--if any. Yet after holding the Calamity back for over a century, this would not be what broke her.

“Zelda,” she replied softly, fighting to keep the hurt from her voice. If he could not remember, then that was not his fault. Perhaps the pictures didn’t work. Maybe he remembered nothing at all.

“Right,” Link replied with an awkward nod. His eyebrows furrowed as if the name rang a bell somewhere in the depths of his empty mind, but his tone of voice said otherwise. Zelda held her hands a little tighter, draining the color from her knuckles, and willed herself not to cry. She was stronger than this. It wasn’t his fault.

“Hyrule owes you everything,” she said as she took a slight step backwards. Maybe he noticed, because his hand moved. He dropped it before she could figure out its path. “Thank you.”

“Are you.. okay?” he asked. His eyes overlooked her with worry, scanning her for injury, even without a clue of who she was. Zelda fought the urge to step away and hide from his gaze.

“Yes,” she answered with a nod and a strained smile. “I’m okay.”

She should have been happy. She should have been reuniting with the grass and the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the world around her. But all she could do was stare at him, as if she could will him to remember or transfer her memories to him. It was in vain, and she didn’t know what else she could say to him. She’d wanted to say so much, to tell him once and for all how much he meant to her and how grateful she was that he still fought on her side, but none of it would serve any purpose now.

So Zelda turned her eyes away and looked instead to the remains of the castle. It looked familiar now that there were no guardians surrounding it, and no towering pillars encasing it like fingers threatening to crush it.

“Zelda..”

Her name did not sound the way it used to when he said it. He sounded hesitant, like he was asking whether that really was her name. It hurt that he didn’t know it.

It wasn’t his fault.

She looked towards him over her shoulder.

“Yes?” she asked. He looked as if suddenly, he couldn’t find his words.

“I, uh.. the castle is.. I can bring you to Impa.”

Impa. Zelda could do little more than nod to his offer. Her dear friend had survived the carnage, but that also meant that Link had indeed made it to Kakariko Village. She bit back the bitter thoughts and instead told herself that maybe she didn’t have all of the answers. Maybe the pictures simply didn’t work.

Link nodded to her and turned away, and she followed him wordlessly to his horse. Exhaustion was beginning to build in every last inch of her body, leaving little room for anything else after such an adrenaline rush. Yet guilt slithered its way in, as did immense sadness and a new, overwhelming loneliness. Link did not know who she was, and she knew that it might happen, but it just felt like she’d officially lost everything to the Calamity.

Her foot hit a rock and she stumbled. A quiet hiss left her lips as she dug her fingernails into her palms, and again, she fought back the tears with a wave of fury. No, she would not break now, not in front of him.

But it was hard when he looked back at her, those sky blue eyes shining with concern.

She averted her eyes, hoping to avoid the lie she’d give if he asked any question. Link said nothing, but his glances back to her became more frequent and she kept her eyes stubbornly locked on the grass beneath her feet.

“Do you have the strength to ride?” Link asked at last, when he came to a stop in front of her.

“I know the way to Kakariko,” Zelda replied as she lifted her head. It was a new feeling, a desperate one that made her heart beat so hard in her chest that she had no choice but to be aware of it. She didn’t want him to feel guilty over something he had no control over, but she also did not want his pity. She did not want him to look at her with that concern in his eyes, with his urge to help everyone he came across. Was that all she was to him now that he couldn’t remember? Just another person to help once and never see again?

It wasn’t his fault.

Zelda forced a small smile onto her lips and folded her hands again.

“I appreciate everything, really,” she continued. “But you needn’t worry.”

“You’ll never make it.” His reply was blunt, but goddesses knew he was right. She hadn’t slept, or eaten, or done anything other than hold back the Calamity for months once the stasis had broken. It was starting to take a toll, between the headache and the weakness, but she had no appetite and too heavy of a heart to sleep. Yet a century had done little to change her stubborn nature.

“I’ll be alright,” she insisted. “It’s really not that far-”

“I’m heading to Hateno anyway, and we can stop at a stable.”

Zelda took a breath. He wouldn’t be giving up easily, would he? The soul of a hero through and through, she supposed, even with little recollection of it.

“Alright,” she replied.

Except she didn’t make it to the stable. Link refused to let her walk and instead led the horse through Hyrule field himself, but no matter how hard she held to the reins, she succumbed to exhaustion.

When she stirred and pried her eyes open, she still felt as tired as she had before she’d fallen asleep. Except, she didn’t remember falling asleep. She was fairly certain she hadn’t made it to a bed either, but there was a soft pillow beneath her head and warm blankets hugging her, tempting her to fall back into the bliss of sleep. Instead, she slowly pushed herself up and rubbed at her eyes.

There were a few other beds identical to hers pressed to the circular walls. There were people bustling about, going in and out and chattering excitedly about something she couldn’t make out. The sunlight was too bright out the curtained doors of the stable for it to be morning. Zelda pressed her feet to the floor and started towards the stable exit, hugging her arms close to her chest.

“...just a few days ago! I haven’t seen it since-”

“...no idea what happened-”

“...say it’s a descendant of the champion-”

Well, she supposed a swirling beast disappearing from Hyrule Castle would be an interesting topic of conversation.

The light was blinding, and she almost bumped into someone due to it. She stumbled to the side, grabbing the door frame as she mumbled out an apology.

“You’re awake,” they replied. Zelda blinked hard, and Link came into focus. “I thought you might’ve had a concussion.”

“Why would I have a concussion?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“You fell,” he answered. “And the horse is high enough from the ground to cause injury.”

“Oh.” A wave of embarrassment washed over her and she stepped outside into the warmth of the sun so she didn’t have to look at him. He looked just the same as he had when he shielded her with his body, and yet she had no idea if he even remembered doing it.

“You were out for a while,” he replied from behind her. He sounded much closer than he had a century ago when he was reduced to three paces.

“How long?” she asked absentmindedly as she continued walking, though she didn’t know where she was going. Anywhere as long as she was out from under his gaze, she supposed. Unlike all those years ago, it hurt more than anything to know he was looking at her as a stranger. But goddesses, it wasn’t his fault, and she knew it was a possibility, so why did she feel so frustrated with him? Or maybe it was with herself for being naive enough to hope things could return to normal after the fall of her friends and her kingdom.

“Three days.”

That made her pause. She’d slept for three days. Why hadn’t he left? Zelda pushed the thought from her mind and turned to face him with another deep breath.

“I apologize for the delay,” she said, folding her hands at her chest again--something that’d become an anxious tic. “We can continue to Kakariko whenever you’re ready.”

“Here.”

Link was holding a plate out to her. It looked like an omelette of sorts, with vegetables and meat thrown into the mix, and it was small enough that it wouldn’t cause her sickness from overeating. She took it carefully with shaking hands.

“Thank you,” she whispered out, and she told herself again that he didn’t know her. He was a kind heart down to his very soul, and he would help anyone that needed it until the end of time. Goddesses knew she didn’t want his help, not like this, but she needed it.

“Take your time,” he said and placed a glass of milk on the ground. “We’ll leave after you eat.”

Zelda nodded and slid next to the glass. Link turned his back on her and walked off to speak with the stable manager, and she forced her eyes off of him. She wanted to cry. The Calamity had really left her with nothing. No home, no family, no friends, and the one person she held out hope for hadn’t a clue who she was. She dug her fingers into her hair and pressed her forehead against her knees, fighting the sting in her eyes.

She couldn’t cry. Not here. Not in front of all these strangers who would, without a doubt, come to her side and ask her if she was alright. And she didn’t know if she could answer that question without crying harder, because she wasn’t okay.

She lifted her head and took a bite of the omelette to pull herself out of her own head. It took every bit of strength she had left to keep from scarfing it down like an animal, because she was hungry even if her appetite was scarce. Even the milk, which she didn’t typically drink, was soothing and filling to her.

“I’m ready,” she said once she’d found Link again. He was standing with the horses, petting his own with a kind smile she hadn’t seen in years. She almost hated to interrupt it. The smile was gone as soon as he turned to face her. “But I can rent another horse and find my way to Kakariko myself.”

“I don’t trust you to not pass out again,” he replied, pulling his horse into the open area.

“I’m fine,” she insisted and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Why don’t you want any help?” he asked. There was an edge of frustration in his voice. Perhaps this new Link wasn’t used to people rejecting him. She almost gave him the truth.

“Because you needn’t go out of your way for me, Link. You deserve to go home and rest,” she replied, reaching a hesitant hand towards him that dropped (hopefully) before he noticed.

“So do you,” he answered as he shook his head. “You faced that thing alone for a century.”

What do you know about me?

But she didn’t ask, because it wasn’t his fault.

“I’m not helpless,” she defended.

“No, you’re not.” He nodded towards his horse without a word more. Zelda sighed and climbed up, deciding the argument wasn’t worth it. This wasn’t how she’d wanted their reunion to go, and this certainly wasn’t what she wanted him to know now that he didn’t remember.

Zelda held tighter to the reins this time and willed herself to stay awake. For the most part, it worked. Only when they neared Kakariko did she begin to grow sleepy, but it was suppressed by how happy she was to see that the quaint village was spared from the devastation that the Calamity had caused. And with the path they took, she was spared the sight of Fort Hateno and the memory that came with it.

Impa was much shorter and much older than when Zelda last saw her, but her smile was as warm as ever. She welcomed the princess just as she used to, and she thanked Link for all he had done, and not a minute passed after Link had left the house before Zelda’s resolve broke. She crumpled to the floor in front of Impa’s pillow stack and let the cry rip from her throat. She dug her fingernails into her palms and squeezed her eyes shut, and Impa’s small and wrinkled hand threaded through the knots in her hair.

A century had gone by without her. A century had passed without granting her the opportunity to grieve. A century had passed and forgot her in a nightmare, and she had no more strength to hold it back. It hurt. Everything hurt. Her father--goddesses, what was the last thing she’d said to him? It was their argument, his scolding on the bridge to her study, and never would she be able to see him again, speak to him again, to have a family member left to hug her or guide her. Had her father died disappointed in her, like many of her subjects did?

Their friends, Daruk, Mipha, and Revali, trapped within the machines that once obeyed them. They trusted her, she assured them they were safe within their Divine Beasts, and they were slaughtered mercilessly by a demon too powerful for their comprehension. She tried her best to keep watch over their homes once the stasis had broken, but what could she do? If she were to fail again, if her power were to give out before the savior arrived, then their homes would be given the same treatment the rest of the Hylian population had been subject to. Urbosa, the woman who’d become such a comfort in a time where she both needed and lacked a mother figure, who was a storm of power that couldn’t be stopped, was gone too.

And Link. She loved him so much that it hurt, she watched over him and did whatever she could to keep him safe through his journey, and he hardly knew her.

This was her punishment for her failure to awaken her power in time. This was her reward for saving Hyrule a moment too late.

“It hurts,” she choked out, clutching her fists tighter.

“I know, child,” Impa whispered to her.

Her best friend, subject to the passing of time. That was really all she had left now, wasn’t it? She supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers, and she was appreciative nonetheless. She was even appreciative for Paya draping a blanket around her shoulders at some point during her breakdown.

The Sheikah were kind to her, even if she didn’t dare step foot outside of the protection of her dear friend. The only time she did was when Impa insisted she take a bath. Even though the water was warm and welcoming, Zelda spent very little time in it. She scrubbed her skin until it was red and washed her hair as best as she could, but she wanted so desperately to get back in the house.

They gave her a warm meal, too—with Impa monitoring how much she ate or drank, and Paya even offered her bed. Zelda tried to argue, to say she didn’t want to be a bother, but she insisted. The bed was warm and far softer than the one at the stable, and she was asleep within minutes of her head hitting the pillow. Her exhaustion was still extensive enough to ward off any dreams, to leave her in a deep and heavy sleep, but at the very least, this time she woke to morning light in the windows.

And when she dragged herself out of the comfort of the bed and questioned the whereabouts of Link, deciding perhaps she should take a day to speak with him, Paya was the one to tell her that he’d left.

#zelink #febuwhump #febuwhump day 12 #angst #post calamity #Zelda fandom getting a thousand of the same #scenario because we all saw ‘who are you’#and said aha what if

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harristanning · 7 years

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We saw what happened to Egolas/Omele when he got disappeared... What truly happened to his brother...?

I’m sure he’s fine! In fact, he’s probably having a picnic with a rabbit Harrison made disappear right now, as we speak. I bet he broke Omle just to piss off Harrison!

He’s fine!!

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coyotestango · 7 years

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Indonesian starfleet crew

would coax engineers to paint butt of ship with words like “Sinar Senja” “Doa Ibu” “Salero Bundo” “Pulang Malu Tak Pulang Rindu”

abis shore leave bawa duren. Dibagiin ke anak2, tapi nyebar dan akhirnya ketauan kapten dan walhasil kena omel (Kapten: “ENSIGN KAMU MAU SAYA BUANG KE KLINGON??” Vulcan Lt.: “Captain, despite the abhorrent scent, I must concur with Ensign Ratna that this indigineous fruit tastes exceedingly exquisite.” Captain: “Just because the fruit and I share the same origins doesn’t erase the fact that I despise it, Lieutenant.” Lt.: “………….*makan diem2 anyway*)

Ensign Ratna ke Vulcan Lt.: "Nanti saya bawain duren medan kalau lagi musim”, kemudian mereka jadian

Lalu setelah itu diwajibkan yang bawa makanan kudu bagi2 ke kru lain, minimal anak2 bridge

“Mamakku dulu perantau juga macam aku ini, berlayar ke Romulan sendiri berani dia.” “Kui jenenge arep modar, Mas, guduk arep rantau.”

being the most chill when encountering hostile species (“Yang penting bismillah.”)

kadang2 seliweran pake sarung

“NEEENEK MOYAANGKU SEORANG PEELAUUUTT”

Satu bridge ketularan nyumpahnya pake “JANCOEK”

because our emotional spectrums are out of the radar courses of action are usually unpredictable to the point where everyone on board ends up being religious for the remainder of the mission. Like at one point we go “pikir pakai otak lah jangan sembarang senggol bacok” and suddenly all “REK RIBUT JEUNG AING HAH? RIBUT DI DIEU JEUNG AING HAYU" at a squadron of hostile enemy ships

“Put some classical, please, it’s getting awful quiet here.” s/o: *puts on JKT48*

bluff speeches on point

kalau kangen rumah nyanyi rayuan pulau kelapa

everyone is so confused of how we always switch languages when talking to different indonesians like one time someone from engineering would go “so you speak like five languages?” and Officer Damar would go “well i speak asmat with my dad sometimes but mostly his family and regular indonesian with my mom and her family who sometimes speak cantonese and javanese and a little bit of dutch as well so yeah five. Oh! And Bajoran with the boyfriend. Six.” “............tf u doing in engineering”

would go lengths to persuade their shipmates to visit Indonesia bc “WE’RE NOT JUST PRETTY ISLANDS AND BALI SRSLY WE HAVE BLUE LAVA AND FOOD THAT CAN BLOW YOUR BUTTHOLE OFF”

17 agustus anak2 engineering kompakan pake celana putih. Anak2 divisi lain bete cuma dibagiin bendera sedotan.

nyebarin gosip like a wildfire

kapal selalu stok bandrek.

#star trek #indonesia #endonesah tanah air beta #aku kelaperan di kantor buka puasa masih sejam lagi #maafkeun #fandom st di indo yang aku kenal banyakan tua2 euy serem aing #esteh tarik #asik tagnya ini aja ah #followerku ada yg orang indo nggak sih #star trek au #star trek aos #star trek tos #uss.....baladewa?

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fuckmymunson · 1 year

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🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲: Send me a character + prompt from this smut list ;)!

Eddie munson + “God, you feel amazing.”

Completely not inspired by my last post speaking of the song swim by chase atlantic. Short but effective cuz now I'm horny af.

18+, smut, drinking, pool sex 🥴.

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It was late at night, everyone was already back inside, sleepy and desperate for a hot shower. The chilly summer air had a painful bite on your body, nothing another beer couldn't fix.

Eddie and you were the only idiots who decided to stay inside the pool, and as he tossed you another can of cheap beer and slid back to the water, you couldn't help but to eye him. He was shirtless for once, and your eyes lingered on his tattoos and his happy trail, all the way down to his simple black swim shorts. He noticed you staring but he remained silent, not wanting to test his luck.

"Thanks" You muttered opening the beer and taking a long sip, hoping it would calm down your nerves.

"No problem" He shrugged and pulled his hair back into a bun, not missing the way you saw his arms and shoulders flexing. He did it slowly, putting up a whole show.

"My fingers are all wrinkly" You complained swimming to the edge where he was, placing the can on the stone edge and resting your forearms there. Your cherry red swimsuit clinging to your body like latex.

Eddie couldn't help but to stare as well. Everything about you was intoxicating and attractive. The curves of your body, the way your exposed back and neck glistened with the chlorine water. He wanted to yank your hair and smash his lips with yours, he wanted to devour you.

But friends don't do that, I guess.

But, you were so close to him… so, so close.

"Hey, Eds" You called him ever so sweetly. He leaned closer like a sailor attracted to a beautiful, singing mermaid. Close to his downfall. Close to a sin. "I like your hair like that, looks pretty"

"Yeah?" He asked, moving closer again, his naked arm touching yours. His eyes trailed your back to the curve of your ass, and you enjoyed it. Maybe too much. "I like your hair any way"

"You do?" Placing a hand on his arm, you squeezed the wet skin gently. "Hey, Eds"

Although it wasn't the only thing wet.

"Yes?" He could lose himself in the way your voice talked his name.

"Have you ever had sex in a pool?"

"No" His heart skipped a beat.

"Would you like to?"

He was on you in a flash. His lips crashing against your messy and hot. Eddie groaned into the kiss when you palmed him over his swimsuit, rubbing his half-hard. The need was mutual. His hands groped your ass rubbing his cock through the thin, soaked layers.

"Are you gonna let me fuck you?" He asked breathlessly against your neck, kissing your soft skin. "Because I've been dying to. You look so fucking hot in this swimsuit. Like a damn cherry I just wanna pop"

Eddie's large hands spun you, pressing your body against the pool's wall. His big hands squeezed your tits and yanked the swimsuit top down, quickly playing with your nipples. Your head rested on his shoulder, moaning in ecstasy. You could hear the others laughing inside, a reminder of how close you two were of getting caught.

"Do it, now" You parted your legs wider as his hand slid down, pushing your swimsuit away and quickly inserting a finger inside you.

Eddie groaned at the feeling and bit your neck, sucking your skin and leaving flashy marks. He hoped every time you looked at them you would remember him.

"Okay, okay" He nodded and hurriedly pulled his shorts down, his cock now fully exposed.

It really had to be quick.

He wasted no time aiming for your wet pussy, teasing your entrance with the tip, sliding it between your folds and even rubbing the leaky head over your clit sending sharp jolts of pleasure to your body. You whined impatiently and he just giggled.

"I know, I know princess" The pet name made you whimper again, causing his cock to twitch. "Gotta keep it down, okay? Don't want the others to know how much of a dirty girl you are" The bastard cooed at you while he slid in, splitting you open with his big cock.

You knew it was big, but dear heaven. It felt like he was never going to stop.

"Fuck—" Eddie groaned, placing his forehead on your shoulder, panting. You were his irl wet dream, everything he ever wanted. And this was happening. It wasn't him masturbating at the thought of you. "Fuck, you feel so—so good, baby"

You were on the same page, struggling to keep it down as he pounded in and out of you. "God— Eddie you feel amazing" You arched your back and snapped your hips back meeting his thrusting.

"Keep moving like that, yeah, shit. Baby you feel amazing too" Eddie gripped on your hips like if his life depended on it, panting and breathing heavily. "You are so tight— I'm trying so hard not to cum I swear"

"Let's go to your van" You suggested and he moaned in response. "Just grab a fucking towel and help me get out of here— I just want to ride you all night"

You felt his dick twitching inside you at your words. It was gonna be a long night.

#omel is speaking!#omel's asks<3 #omenhel's 1.5k flowers!#bby kurt!#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie by omel!

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fuckmymunson · 1 year

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🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲: Send me a character + prompt: “That’s good, baby, keep doing that.” + older steve 😈

I'm gonna kiss you... we gonna make out...

18+!, Smut, Older!Steve, Babysitter!Reader (reader is over 18!) age gap, cheating, oral sex. facefucking. dirty talk<3.

🎄Join the celebration!♑️

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"Better be quick, doll" Steve groaned from above you, pushing your face down, forcing his cock down your throat. "What's the matter, princess? Thought you wanted to suck me off" He moaned again when your gag reflex betrayed you, for him, there wasn't a sweeter sound than your gagging and sobbing.

"Sorry Mr. Harrington" You managed to reply, fingers scratching his hairy thighs. Tears ran down your flushed face and the fucked up haze in your eyes made his cock twitch.

"Want you to be quiet. My wife is going to be here at any minute and the kids are asleep, so be a good whore and make me cum"

Instead of letting you reply, he just guided his hard cock back inside your warm, wet mouth. He sighed in relief at the sensation, promptly using you as a fleshlight. You complied happily and bobbed your head, squeezing your eyes shut to suppress the urge to vomit. He was huge, and the lack of air was making you feel dizzy. Your thighs squeezed together, even more, trying to find a piece of ease for your aching pussy.

One hand reached under your dress, quickly toying with your clit. Steve gave you a curious look before your free hand cupped his balls, playing with them at the same rhythm as your fingers pressed your pathetic pussy, or at least tried to.

"Fuck, such a dirty bitch" Steve said through gritted teeth, tilting your head so he could get a better view of you sucking him dry. The head of his cock made a prominent bulge on your cheek and he patted it loudly. "Good girl, keeping my cock nice and warm"

You moaned in pleasure at his rough treatment, sinking a finger inside your cunt, curling it in order to rub that spot that made you moan again around him, saliva and tears running down his thick dick.

"That’s good, baby, keep doing that. Fucking hell, good girl, good slut" His praises mixed with degradation made you clench around your fingers, the slick sounds of your desperate pussy fueled his need. You were his favorite forbidden fruit.

The noisy garage door opening made him grunt in discomfort, instead of stopping in his tracks as a cheating husband would do, Steve continued to fuck your face at a more forbidding pace. He was unforgiving, groaning like an animal. Using both hands and pushing your face all the way down, you gagged louder than ever. Your eyes went crossed for a second, at that's when he reached his limit. Steve's orgasm was quick but powerful. It's been ages since he came that hard and that much.

Steve's hand grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks as he saw you swallowing his hot load, without hesitation he kissed you, sliding his tongue inside your mouth and tasting himself in the process. You both heard his wife fumbling around with her keys, and before you could register it, Steve spat directly into your mouth, kissing your nose before pushing you to the couch and throwing a blanket his kids left in the living room. Closing your eyes and trying to catch your breath, all you could do was pretend to be asleep.

Their voices came from the kitchen, small talk, and the fridge opening and closing.

"Oh, poor girl" You heard his wife whispering. "She must be exhausted, taking care of four kids isn't an easy task"

"She's a good girl, very responsible. She offered to stay extra hours. Couldn't say no to her"

"The kids love her, I'm so glad you picked her from the other babysitters" She walked closer to him, kissing his cheek, probably leaving a red mark with that expensive lipstick Steve made you wear last week to suck him off.

"I'm glad too, darling"

#omel is speaking!#omel's asks<3 #omenhel's 1.5k flowers!#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #older!steve harrington #older!steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #tw age gap #tw: cheating

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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HI!! so idk abt you but the ka’s theory maies me FERAL. so if youre comfortable, Vamp. eddie eating out reader on their period. once again you DO NOT have to do this if you are not comfortable

QHDOQLDLQHS— yoU CAUGHT ME RED HANDED FR... I'm currently riding the red wave so, this is gonna be helpful for both of us fr😵‍💫. Thank you for the ask and the preoccupation, I don't mind at all! I love disgusting, sick, unholy, disrespectful sex <3.

To say you had a bad day was an understatement, you had probably one of the worst days in your life, and on top of that, your car engine died in the middle of the road, so you had to walk to the closest gas station to call your parents. You had to walk your way to Eddie's trailer, because it was closer than your place, and just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you felt the disgusting sensation of blood between your legs.

This wasn't your day, at all.

After fighting a few minutes with the keys, you slammed the door behind you, scaring Eddie, who was in the living room, drapes closed and reading an old car magazine.

"Shit! You scare me the fuck out of me, babe." His fangs peeked through his plump lips, smirking. He took notice of your distressed self, and changed that smile to a frown. "Is everything okay?"

"No. Everything is not okay." You sighed, throwing your backpack and keys to the floor. You were tired, sweaty, and the cramps were just getting started. "I'm going to take a shower." You announced, and Eddie stood up, because it was your routine, to shower together in his tiny bathroom.

He remained silent while you undressed, looking at how you struggled with your clothes, frowning at your frustrated scoff and gasping quietly at the way you cursed while removing your blood stained underwear. He would be lying if he said the smell didn't turned him on. His fangs dig softly on his lips, he felt the question on the tip of his tongue, but you were already having a bad day, you didn't needed your weird vampire boyfriend asking if he could eat you, while you're on your period.

"Eddie if you have something to say, just do it, don't stare at me for five minutes."

He blinked, opening and closing his mouth a few times. You rolled your eyes and slid the shower door, clouds if steam fogging the mirror, when Eddie's hand grabbed your arm before you could step in.

"Can I eat you out?" He bluntly asked, and is your turn to blink, surprised.

"Excuse me?"

"Can. I. Eat. You?" He repeats, flicking his eyes down between your legs, then up, at your face. "Please? I know you're having a bad day, and I know sitting on my face always brights you up."

"But, Eddie—" You blushed, avoiding his doe brown eyes. "I'm on my— Oh." It clicked you. It made sense. Lowering your gaze, you noticed the unmistakable sight of his hard cock against his tight black jeans. "Are you sure?"

"Been waiting ages to do it, being honest." He confessed, smirking. "I mean, I guess with these now." He said, opening his mouth and pointing at the sharp fangs with his thumb. "It makes sense, but I would do it either way."

"Uh." You nod, still surprised, but curious. "Well, lemme just shower and—"

"Don't wanna wait." Eddie tugged you by his grip on your arm, sitting you on the edge of his bed, kneeling on the carpet and placing your legs over his shoulders. "I can't wait to taste this pretty pussy."

The groan that ripped off his throat the second his tongue met your centre, was obscene. He started slowly, smearing your growing slick and blood all over your entrance, nibbling softly at your clit and kissing your thighs.

"Fuckkkk." He groaned again, rolling his eyes. "You're so fucking sweet, baby. This pretty pussy is my favorite meal."

"Shut up." You replied breathlessly, god, it felt really good.

Eddie continued his laborious task. The slurping sounds were borderline disgusting. The occasional deep moans of pleasure combined with your needy whines worked wonders, and soon, all of your stressed was sucked away by your boyfriend <3. His tongue was flat against your clit, tracing tight and quick circles, as he raised his eyes so he was looking at the adorable frown you had, a clear sign of how closer you were to cumming in his face.

"Cum, cum princess, please." He begged, voice muffled by your thighs around his head. "Give me all of it, your sweet blood and your tasty cunt. All mine."

You came, clenching around nothing as his thumbs spread your pussy, licking all the blood and slick that slid down. Eddie stood up, and his face was a mess, with a sly smile and covered with blood and your cum. He just laughed and licked his lips sensually.

Then, he gasped loudly, eyes widening and turning around to sprint towards the bathroom.

"Shit! The water is still running, Wayne is gonna kill me!"

#omel is speaking!#omel's asks<3 #currently at work!#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #vamp!eddie #vampire!eddie #eddie munson x you #stranger things smut #tw: period sex #eddie eating you out as he should 🙄

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