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kumori-love · 10 months

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Kaminari: Math is kicking my ass. Do you ever have that one class that depresses you just by thinking about it?

Tokoyami: The bourgeoisie.

#くもり love #incorrect bnha quotes #bnha crack #bnha #incorrect mha quotes #mha crack #mha #Kaminari Denki #Denki Kaminari #Tokoyami Fumikage #Fumikage Tokoyami #Bakusquad #Tsukuyomi #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #revelry in the dark

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hellolonelytorment · 2 years

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Kirishima: When I found Bakugo it was like an angelic choir sang down from the heavens

Shinsou: And when I found Kaminari he was wandering outside a Walmart at 2am

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slyfoxann544 · 1 year

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ᴏʜ, уᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪηᴋ ɗαяᴋηєѕѕ ɪѕ уᴏᴜя αƖƖу

ʙᴜᴛ уᴏᴜ ຕєяєƖу αɗᴏᴘᴛєɗ ᴛʜє ɗαяᴋ

ɪ ωαѕ ʙᴏяη ɪη ɪᴛ, ຕᴏᴜƖɗєɗ ʙу ɪᴛ

ɪ ɗɪɗη'ᴛ ѕєє ᴛʜє Ɩɪɢʜᴛ ᴜηᴛɪƖ ɪ ωαѕ αƖяєαɗу α ຕαη, ʙу ᴛʜєη ɪᴛ ωαѕ ηᴏᴛʜɪηɢ ᴛᴏ ຕє ʙᴜᴛ ʙƖɪηɗɪηɢ

ᴛʜє ѕʜαɗᴏωѕ ʙєᴛяαу уᴏᴜ

ʙєᴄαᴜѕє ᴛʜєу ʙєƖᴏηɢ ᴛᴏ ຕє

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myancientmars · 9 months

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MY BOOK IS OUT IN THE WORLD!

I am so freaking excited! I'm officially a published author, the thing I've dreamed of being since I was like 10 years old!

Revelry in the Dark is a dark academia mystery novel that follows Georgie Miller after she transfers to the prestigious Westwood Conservatory and catches the eye of Professor Adrian Decker and his teaching assistants.

It's available in ebook and paperback on Amazon or if you have Kindle Unlimited then you can read it there for no additional charge; here's a universal link that will take you straight to your local Amazon page to buy it: https://www.azonlinks.com/B0CGYGBVVB

I hope you love reading it just as much as I've loved writing it!

#writing #writeblr #debut novel #cover reveal #revelry in the dark

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my-hero-lemillion · 2 years

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Middle-schooler-syndrome duo 💀

#revelry in the dark #Tokoyami #kuroiro #m #ultra analysis

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villainihavedonethymotheronao3 · 6 months

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Not hating on the players but I cannot get behind Fjord as the Marquis of Nicodranas wishcasting floating around. This man has taken an oath to forever roam the seas! He is addicted to getting on boats and getting his shit rocked on boats, and sinking the boat but it’s okay because there’s always a new boat out there for him, the Wildmother’s special little boy. Politics would not allow him to pursue his passions (pushing big red arcane buttons and casting Underwater Breathing on his whole crew every twenty-four hours). He needs a larger enclosure, preferably with haunted shipwrecks and fucked up creatures to upset.

He is admittedly a very charming man who could and would depose the current Marquis of Nicodranas, I’m just not sure he’d keep the post for himself. Here’s a short list of other people he’d install into power and then backseat Marquis whenever he’s in town.

1. Vandran. Worried about your old Captain in his retirement? Make him a local political figure and stack his court with loyalists. He definitely won’t get bored and you don’t have to worry about tariff laws.

2. Marion Lavorre. Nicodranas loves her anyways, she’s one of the most diplomatic people out there, and it would be very funny if The Gentleman escaped the law by becoming the local authority’s boy toy.

3. Marius LePual. You know who can be peer-pressured into absolutely anything and loves fancy shirts? Marius isn’t going to get swayed by some chump from the Cerberus Assembly. He saw Fjord get stabbed by a fish man at midnight he knows what side his bread is buttered on.

4. Kingsley. There’s no rule that the Marquis of Nicodranas can’t also be the Plank King. This sets off three years of furious cold war and ultimately mends the rift with the Revelry.

5. Veth Brenatto. She receives: a big fancy house, power, unlimited hors d’oeuvres, something to do when camps aren’t running. He receives: insider political intelligence, another way to make fun of Veth, the best guest room guaranteed and sealed with a blood pact.

#fjord stone #critical role #he’s an adventure lad with an adventure wife #one of his core aspects is this unrelenting need for change #he’d be good at politics but eventually I think his urge to dive into the unknown would take over #and he’d run head first into the sea like a 19th century novel protagonist #Nicodranas is too nice of a city it doesn’t have enough dark secrets and eldritch horrors for him to put his hands all over #the politicking probably doesn’t involve a lot of direct threats and menace….#he can’t even swing his fancy sword around and point it at other nobles #maybe if Kingsley could stabilize relations with the revelry and he could be a pirate ambassador #that’s a political position full of fjord activities

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writersmorgue · 11 months

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THANK YOU 💜@yourlunarspice💜for the SUBMISSION!!!!!!!!!!!! very good very him.

op by @/Gozutrucker69 on twitter

#spicy moon soup #bnha #mha #incorrect bnha quotes #chat fic #incorrect my hero academia quotes #headcanon #anon soup #twitter #social media #incorrect bnha #group chat #bnha incorrect quotes #sourced #tokoyami fumikage #jirou kyouka #revelry in the dark babes

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hylialeia · 1 year

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“Unabashed embrace of darkness” so real. Asoiaf really isn’t afraid to let things, even their own characters thoughts, get ugly. So many series will sugarcoat or fade to black or jumpcut. Asoiaf really tells you that no, we’re gonna look darkness in the eye and watch it as it seeps under “our” (the characters we’re asked to get into their POV) skins and infect our thoughts. And the character that do sugarcoat and deny things instead feel like a trainwreck waiting to happen as they’re gonna have to eventually acknowledge the darkness (I feel like Dany does this sometimes). It feels so refreshing, especially nowadays

and they all sugarcoat and deny things, is the thing! the characters can only lie to us by lying to themselves. Theon imagining the warm welcome he'll get returning home. Cersei's political plotting throughout affc. Cat when she eats bread and salt and tells herself the Freys won't do anything to them now, surely. Sansa misremembering the last time she saw Sandor to the point that she literally rewrote the events. Arya saying she's Mercy up until she quotes Raff's words to Arya's murdered friend. Jon breaking his vows and never seeing the knives until they're drawn. all GRRM's twists work in part because of the planning and build-up, but also because we as readers are so steeped in the characters' perspective that we risk becoming as blind as they are to the fact that, oh yeah, this is a Character in a Story.

#sidenote I originally wrote 'revelry in the darkness' then re-read it and realized it was. well. nvm #asoiaf #anyway huge win for grrm making me forget about the impending doom of the narrative because I--like jon--#was thinking about loans for beets #ask #anonymous

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x-authorship-x · 1 year

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Shadow for the word search game! (Fingers crossed for a tokoyami update)

"Whatever it was that I said to upset you," Fumikage interjected, "I apologise. This morning has illustrated your outlook and charisma, Kirishima, and I'm sorry to have done any damage with my words."

"Oh, now you've done it."

Kirishima, who’d been looking better - albeit a bit red around his eyes - suddenly starting sniffing even harder. "Bro… you’re so damn manly."

Fumikage had been on the cusp of doing something dramatic, like fleeing or crooning in his throat.

…what?

"What?"

Shadow’s concern vanished, immediately replaced with a tide of hysteria that threatened to choke Fumikage.

"You're so honest about improving even though you smashed the tests, the way you just straight-up owned your weaknesses and then- you’re so cool, Toko-bro, it actually hurts.”

#torship #torship talks #ask game #word wip search #ask #anon #revelry fic #Tokoyami #kirishima #dark shadow

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hymnblood · 2 years

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Since y'all're no help (/j) if I go through w it it'll be a dark royal fantasy au and ong y'all better release ur muses worst sides in there I want (ic) drama

#if anyone has issues w dark topics ( NOT freak shit topics ) then i don't think itll be the space for u #i want murder. drama. horrible rumors. fights for power. deception. forbidden romances. Fights. jubilant revelry. i want CONTENT

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kumori-love · 11 months

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Todoroki: I just learned my entire personality is a trauma response.

Tokoyami: Welcome. Revelry in the dark.

#くもり love #bnha #incorrect bnha quotes #bnha crack #boku no hero academia #mha #incorrect mha quotes #mha crack #my hero academia #Todoroki Shoto #Shoto Todoroki #Tokoyami Fumikage #Fumikage Tokoyami #Tsukuyomi #Todoroki #revelry in the dark #くもり fave

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hellolonelytorment · 2 years

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Kirishima: “Because of reasons” is always a legitimate reason.

Bakugo: “Because screw you, that’s why” is also acceptable

Mina : “For science” is good too.

Kaminari: Don’t forget “The stars are not in position”.

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eldenlordofdragons · 2 years

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Ayo we got 10 followers yaaaay~ I love you all, and so does Dany.

Now remember to love yourselves, too.

#dash commentary #ooc #revelry in the dark...

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myancientmars · 7 months

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Okay alright you know what time it iss. After I have escpaed from prison, it's time for anothe eve's weird question time: would you rather have an animated adaptation of your book or live action? Who would play or voice the protagnist (or all the character if you want to ramble. Please do)

okay so I'm gonna answer for both my book Revelry in the Dark and my serial fiction Love City, starting with Revelry because it's the boring answer

so Revelry would be live action, I can picture it being a really good mini series with maybe four episodes at an hour long each. this is the boring answer because I genuinely don't know any actors to cast for anybody - most of what I watch is animated so the only visual actors I know are the big name ones and none of them would really fit

Love City on the other hand deserves an animated adaptation, it's inspired by several of my favorite anime so it would just make sense. because I'm much more versed in voice actors I do have people I would love to voice some of the characters!

Mary - Erika Ishii

Lucas - Damien Haas

Colm - Patrick Seitz

Gabriel - Travis Willingham or Keith Silverstein

I do have a bunch of other characters but these are the only ones I'm sure of who I'd want to voice them (yes I know I put two for Gabriel but that's because I genuinely would love either one of them)

this was such a fun question!

#writing #revelry in the dark #love city

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yandere-daydreams · 1 month

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Title: Intoxicated.

Pairing: Yandere!Fae King x Reader (OC).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Non/Con -> Dub/Con, AFAB!Reader, Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Unhealthy Relationships, Orgasm Denial, and Obsessive Behavior.

[Commissioned piece. Donate to Palestinians in Gaza here.]

His chambers reeked of honey and lavender.

A stark improvement when compared to the raw stench of sweating bodies and animal fervor that’d hung over the celebrations still raging on in his banquet hall, but strong thick enough to turn your stomach, still choking enough to leave your head spinning, your vision distorted and dark around the edges. A thick, lilac smoke clouded the air, courtesy of the herbs smoldering in jars of stained glass on a nearby windowsill – only adding to your current haziness. It went without saying that none of it, of course, was aided by the clever, slender fingers slowly drawing lazy circles into your clit, the stimulation too much to block out entirely but not nearly enough to bring you any real satisfaction. It was hard to be frustrated, though, when you considered who that stimulation was coming from.

Aisling had positioned himself behind you, propped against the ornate headboard of his almost comically oversized bed. Two long, hoofed legs stretched out on either side of you – flecks of golden pollen still dusted over his dark fur. His chest was bear and cool where it pressed into your back, and his unoccupied hand alternated between wrapping snuggly around your midriff and prying your thighs apart when they attempted in-vain to shut. His touch, like most other things about him, left much to be desired. You’d lost track of how long you’d spent here, how much time had passed since he carried you out of those wretched rituals his kind called revelries, but couldn’t have been any longer than a few minutes, even if it felt like a small eternity lapsed by every time you let your eyes droop shut. He prided himself on his adeptness in all things frivolous and pleasurable, and you couldn’t imagine him taking this long to bring you to climax.

“I’ve grown quite fond of your meekness, you know.” His voice was a deep rumble, less a string of words and more a prolonged, inflected purr. Cold lips ghosted over the curve of your ear, and his fingers found a new pattern; one with enough force behind to it make your head lull forward, a slight whimper slipping past your grit teeth as the loose knot in your core began to tighten. “At first, it was rather irking to realize I would never be able to make love to you under the light of the full moon to the accompaniment of my finest bards, but I think I’ve come to like how—” A quirk of his wrist, a strange crescent-like motion. You withered against him, your hips bucking stiltedly into his hand. “—reserved your kin tend to be. It feels more intimate, locking ourselves away like this. Like we share a common secret.”

That fucking smell. The sickening sweetness of it seemed to claw and tear at your lungs, to lodge itself in the hollows of your skull and send a warm, steady pulsing down the length of your spine with every slight movement of Aisling’s fingers. You let your eyes fall shut, your hands kneading at the silk of his sheets as the knot sitting in your core coiled ever-tighter, as you came so, so close to that—

As Aisling pulled away, his touch skirting over the inside of your thigh before forcing two fingers into the dripping entrance of your cunt. You couldn’t bite back the fractured whine that bubbled past your lips, arching your back as he spread and curled his digits inside of you. “Still,” he went on, sighing in mock-disappointment. “I feel like our relationship has been far from reciprocal, as of late. I do adore taking care of you, and I don’t mean to sound unthankful, but—” Another pause, another sigh. “I am beloved to all folks of the land and air, worshiped by the valleys and mountains alike, and dearest to all beings with the wisdom necessary to appreciate true beauty. Why is it that the one I cherish most so evidently detests my very existence?”

“Be—” A broken moan cut you off, draw out by a particular scissoring motion of his fingers. It was a fight to find your voice again. “Because you’re a fucking prick.”

“Your honeyed praises will have to wait, for now.” The heel of his palm ground into your clit, but the friction was too soft, too half-hearted to do anything. His lilac smoke seemed to claw its way down your throat and dislodge a pathetic string of whimpers and mewls, filling the new vacancy with a sort of… a sort of liquid heat, strong enough to leave you panting and hot enough to have you squirming against him, eager to get that much closer to his frigid body. Your desperation earned a melodic laugh from Aisling, a tender nuzzling of his cheek against yours. “Oh? Do you have something you’d like to ask for, little fawn?”

He forced a third finger into your terribly empty cunt, and something inside of you seemed to break open. “Please, Aisling, I—” You paused, gasped as his fingers curved against the clenching walls of your pussy. “I need to cum. I can’t take another—”

Whatever you might’ve said dissolved into a broken, pained moan as he drew back entirely, his slick-stained hand moving to your chin and tilting your head back, his lips finding your own before your shock could fade into hurt. Pointed, cat-like fangs burrowed into your bottom lip as his rough tongue laved over your own, the gesture less of a kiss and more of an attempt to permanently attach a part of him to a part of you. His taste was one of fresh fruit and sugared cream, and by the time he pulled away, you were panting, heaving, clambering to stay as close as him as you possibly could, to get as much from him as you possible could. Aisling only laughed as you rushed to straddle him, taking your face in both hands and pulling you into another long, lingering kiss – his mouth just as sweet as his poisons.

“Such a beautiful song,” he muttered, pulling back far enough to speak, but not leaving quite enough distance to disguise the crooked smile spread across his lips.

“Perhaps, by the time we’re finished, you’ll love me enough to deserve to.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere fae #yandere monster #yandere oneshot

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stellanimarum · 4 months

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@maasmuse as promised - The morning sun streamed through the ornate windows of the royal chamber, casting a warm glow on the tangled mess of dark-cropped curls sprawled across the luxurious bed. King Julian of Lettenhove, lay tangled in the sheets, his head throbbing in rhythm with the banging of pots or whatever it was he could hear across the palace.

Groaning, he forced one eye open, squinting against the unwelcome light. The remnants of last night's revelry clung to him like a heavy cloak, and the scent of wine and perfume hung in the air. His memory was foggy as it always was - laughter, music, and the clinking of goblets. A soft moan escaped his lips as he realised he was not alone. A figure stirred beside him, sheets shifting as the previous night's conquest shifted in her sleep.

With a weary sigh, Jaskier pushed himself into a sitting position, rubbing his temples as if he could physically massage away the throbbing headache. He glanced at the woman still peacefully slumbering beside him, and for a fleeting moment, a flicker of regret crossed his features. This was not how he envisioned waking up each morning, but it had become a routine—one he couldn't easily break. With a groan of frustration, he'd give up on his efforts to get out of bed and collapse back into the pillows for a while longer. Someone would come retrieve him eventually.

#muse: jaskier

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