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kingsroad · 1 year
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Leo Hart and Harry Collett as Jacaerys Velaryon in House of the Dragon, Season 01.
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kafkaguy · 24 days
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septhuitneufdix · 10 months
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🩸 TEAM BLOOD DRINKERS 🩸
https://artfight.net/~Sept 
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bibuddie · 14 days
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top bucktommy song and top buddie song??
okay bucktommy rn is suburban legends by taylor swift SPECIFICALLY for the line “and you kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever” and then i cycle through a list of like 5 main songs i associate with buddie but rn its best years by 5sos!!
sleepover weekend!
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The Winged Servant - 5
cws: multiple whumpers mentioned (only one doing actual whumping here), winged whumpee, electrocution by shock collar, royal whumper, mentions of restricting food, accidental self-harm, let me know if I missed anything!
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“Honestly, I feel like just letting you skip dinner would be a better fitting punishment.” I did my best to keep my wings from shaking while Prince Ryan tightened the collar by one notch. “You were late giving her food, so your food is restricted. Natural consequences and all that. But you know how she is about corporal punishment. And since she’s the one you messed up in front of, she gets to decide.”
He fiddled with the remote, presumably changing the settings so that it would hurt more. I would not shake. I needed to be able to stay composed.
“You’re getting three shocks. One for each minute you were late. Does that seem fair?”
“I will accept whatever punishment you see as fit, Your Highness.”
He smiled. “Yeah, I know you will.”
The first shock wasn’t bad. I arched my back and gasped a little, but it was almost the same as the shocks that woke me up every morning.
The second shock would be worse. That was how it worked—the shock was a bit stronger every time. The worst part wasn’t the actual shock, though. No, the worst part was waiting for the next one and not being sure when it would come. I closed my eyes so that I couldn’t stare at the remote, waiting for the shock to hit. I took a slow breath, and-
Fuck.
A strangled noise escaped my throat, and I bit down on my fist to keep any more sound from getting out. I bit until I tasted blood, trying not to sway, before I finally dropped my hand back to my side. “Sorry, I- My apologies. Your Highness.”
“You’re good. You can make noise if you’d like.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
“Mm. You wanna sit down for the third one? Your legs already look pretty shaky, and the last one is always the worst."
Had they always been this bad? Before I’d been properly trained, I’d had to sit through ten, getting worse at every level, and here I was with shaky legs at the second level.
“I need an answer, Onyx. It’s not like I electrocuted you enough to kill your vocal chords.”
“My apologies, Your Highness. I’ll- yeah, I’ll sit down. Thank you for offering.”
Her Majesty liked it when I was graceful. Prince Ryan wasn’t as particular, which was good, because I wasn’t sure how much gracefulness I had left in me as I collapsed to my knees. Tears pricked at the edges of my eyes, and I took a slow breath. Crying wouldn’t help me right now. Crying would probably make everything worse, because I’d already been told not to. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe-
Fuck fuck fuck that fucking hurts fuck.
It took a moment for my eyes to focus on Prince Ryan’s face in front of me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d kept my eyes closed or if the shock had been bad enough to mess with my eyesight, but it didn’t really matter.
“Breathe,” Prince Ryan told me, pulling the collar off. “You’ve done this before. You’re okay.” I nodded, trying to stay focused, and he tilted my chin up, making sure there wasn’t any damage that would last. “You did such a good job.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.” My voice was slightly raspy. Had I screamed during the last shock? I didn’t remember screaming, but that didn’t mean much.
“It’s been awhile since you’ve had this particular punishment, hasn’t it?” Prince Ryan wondered, but he didn’t look like he really wanted a response. “A year at least. I suppose whatever tolerance you’d had for the higher levels has left.” His fingers ghosted over where I’d bit into my hand, but didn’t quite make contact. “I’m not going to clean that. It’s small. It’ll be fine as long as you don’t pick at the scab, but please don’t do that again.”
“Do what, Your Highness?”
“Bite yourself. You didn’t mean to, did you?”
“No, Your Highness. My apologies.”
“You’re fine for today, but I can’t have you hurting yourself while I’m trying to punish you for specific things, alright? It’ll mess with your conditioning. If you get back into that habit I'm going to start muzzling you for punishments again. No one wants that.”
“Yes, Your Highness.” I did not want that. I would take whatever the royal family gave me during punishments, of course, because good servants did not have wants, but the texture of the bit in the muzzle always made me feel weird.
“Good. Okay. Tell me what you did wrong.”
“My sincerest apologies, Your Highness. I shouldn’t have been late taking Her Majesty's breakfast to her. It won’t happen again. Thank you for punishing me so that I remember not to repeat my mistakes.”
“Good boy,” he murmured, running fingers through my hair, and I let myself lean into his touch. That was always the phrase that meant we were done. I had done well enough. I wouldn’t be punished any more.
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
“Do you need a second? You’ve got about twelve minutes until Jayden needs your help serving dinner, and as long as you’re there on time, I don’t care if you take a break for now.”
“I, um.” I blinked hard. “Servants exist to please the crown, Your Highness. I don’t need-”
“I’m offering a break to you, Onyx. If you’d rather make sure dinner is all prepared, you can do that, but I won’t object if you’d like a few minutes to recover. We’re going to be… leaving for a bit tonight, and I don’t want you all pitiful and anxious like you were earlier. Okay?”
Prince Cardan was the only one who ever tried to trick me into things, but this felt like a trap. Prince Ryan looked serious, and like he wasn’t making fun of me, and wouldn’t it be rude to refuse a gift offered to me? “Thank you, Your Highness.”
“Make sure to turn the light off when you leave the room.”
I didn’t cry when he left, because I was down to probably eleven minutes and that almost certainly wasn’t enough time to cry. It’d have to be enough time to pull myself together, though. If I could do it in the three minutes I had before the punishment, I could do it in the eleven minutes after.
Breathe in, breathe out. I could do this, I knew how. Crying served no purpose and I didn’t need to do it.
Nine minutes left, I estimated.
Nine would have to do.
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bigfootsmom · 2 days
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sending you lots of love and big hugs and i hope tomorrow is better <3
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Thank u beloved 💕
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more ray facts!!! the band he was in before mcr wrote a song about wanting to fuck boba fett and (allegedly) broke up after a piss drinking incident. he made a short film about a guy who loves eating eggs and goes crazy when he can't crack the last egg in the carton. his wife christa had to convince him not to hire someone to sing on remember the laughter because he thought he wasn't good enough (thank you christa). he wrote a gorgeous song called for the lost and brave which he dedicated to leelah alcorn after she died. the only time he ever played live between mcrs breakup and reunion was at a muppets charity event with gerard way. he wrote his song the great beyond after getting really obsessed with free climbing and used a bag of chalk as a percussion instrument. he's had multiple ... homoerotic moments with james dewees (look up ray toro dancing queen on youtube, tucker rule was also involved in this). he has some iconic hater tweets including "fucking fuck fuck fuck australia your internet is worth a shit", complaining about the new star wars movies and @ing nme after they bodyshamed him in an article. he loves bluey and had a bluey themed birthday party. he also owns a gas stove, which isn't that interesting but it was hotly debated a couple of months ago. his first ever instagram post was a questionable picture of his elbow/armpit (?) captioned Arm Butt. this was supposed to be short but i kept remembering more facts. sorry about that
listen i'm having a really bad morning and this ask genuinely made me smile. thank u
he loves bluey. i fucking love him. also he's for the star wars haters (me)
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hartsvale · 4 months
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Happy birthday, birthday boy! I'm so happy to have been traveling with you for this long, and I look forward to all the roads ahead. You make for an excellent traveling companion. I love you!
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britomart · 4 months
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VICKY!!!!!!!!! haiiiiiii what’s your letterboxd
HAIIII it is latenightscifi however i would not expect much from it because i have not been watching any movies lately….
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honestlydarkprincess · 6 months
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STILES DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE DATING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
HEHEHEH okay so it's a birthday present for @monsterrae1 <3 and basically it's derek thinks he and stiles have been dating while stiles has been pining (he's dumb) so in an effort to move on, stiles brings home a date (chaos ensues)
a lil snippey:
Things were good. But undoubtedly the best thing was Stiles. It was new, but they had been dating for the last few months and Derek was tentatively starting to let Stiles in. For once he was taking things slow and Derek was really happy that Stiles understood, that they didn’t even need to talk about it, that Stiles just got it.
ask me about my wips
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louiemutton · 1 year
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so I convinced my best friend to play dragon age origins and when he was first starting out i used to have the energy to watch him stream it bc im a nosy little busy body and he puts up with it.
ANYWAYS I panicked when he put nicer armor on daveth and jory right before the joining like "what if he didn't get the armor back and it's wasted" so i came up with some lie about there being a bug that eats it so i didn't spoil that they die
what i did NOT expect was for him to fully declothe everyone in the party. EVERYONE was completely naked during the joining and here i was so excited to show him this absolutely fucked up cult fest where we all drunk zombie blood and half of the people die, but we couldn't stop giggling like school children which 100% took the wind out of it's sails
10/10 would do it again
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kingsroad · 2 years
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Matt Smith as Daemon Targaryen — » Episode 1.10 of House of the Dragon, “The Black Queen.”
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kafkaguy · 2 months
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watching head 1968 compilation
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septhuitneufdix · 1 year
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ryan sketchpage
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bibuddie · 6 days
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best thing to happen to you this year??
hey ryan!!
honestly, it’s kinda lame, but probably the best thing to happen to me so far this year is the opportunity to do research at one of the leading institutions in the world for it!! i’m spending my summer there and it’s going to open so many doors for me and i’m so incredibly excited!!
sleepover weekend
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The Winged Servant - 6
cws: nonhuman whumpee, shock collar mentions, multiple whumpers
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note: this chapter is kinda rough and very short. my apologies, writing it felt like wrestling and wrangling an annoying concept into words. and it won against me. it's because this one is supposed to be set up for some fun chapters that are coming up soon!! so stay tuned!!
I didn’t realize that Prince Ryan had never put the collar back on until I was being handed platters of food in the kitchen. Maybe it was just a small mercy, like the twelve minutes I’d had to myself before dinner—he gave me those, sometimes, if he didn’t have to go out of his way for them—but it seemed different tonight.
Everything was different tonight and no one would fucking tell me why.
It was unreasonable to demand knowledge of these types of things, of course, I reminded myself.. The royal family always had my best interests in mind. Always. Every weird thing that happened today did not change that.
Serving dinner, at least, was the same. Carry three platters of food out of the kitchen and into the dining room, place them on the table, don’t make too much noise, don’t interrupt any conversation going on already. It was easy, as long as I didn’t drop anything, until-
“Onyx.”
Prince Ryan didn't talk to me during dinner. I was supposed to work like a well-oiled machine, serving food without making my presence obvious. I wasn’t supposed to be talked to and I wasn’t supposed to bow and my existence wasn’t supposed to be acknowledged.
I bowed at Prince Ryan's feet as soon as he spoke, trying not to let my surprise show. “May I assist you with something, Your Highness?” Talking wasn't so hard. It was just repeating the script I had been trained to say. Even if I didn’t usually talk here, it was the same script.
“We're going somewhere tonight. You need a pair of shoes. You can borrow some of mine. I want you ready to leave by the time we're done eating. Don't worry about dishes or anything—we have more important things to be doing right now.”
 Repeating the script wasn't bad, except that Price Ryan had been abandoning the script all day and I didn't know where to go from there. “Yes, Your Highness,” I said, because what else was there to say?
“Any questions?”
I swallowed, trying to get used to the feeling of doing it without the collar. It’d had prongs with which to distribute the electricity, and my neck felt bare without them digging in. I could ask about it, but Prince Cardan had started glaring at me, and maybe it would be in everyone’s best interests to excuse myself from the table. “No, Your Highness. Thank you.”
He waved a hand at me, turning away, and I did my best to stay steady and graceful as I practically ran back to the kitchen. This was probably fine, right? It wasn’t going to be that big of a deal, right? I was just- just wearing shoes and leaving the house, like I was a human. And the prince had said it so nonchalantly.
“Onyx,” Jayden said firmly, squeezing one of my hands, and I blinked. From the look on his face, it was not the first time he’d said my name.
“My apologies, sir.”
“That’s alright. Let’s get some food in you before we leave, okay?”
“Okay,” I echoed. It had been awhile since I’d eaten, I realized. This morning, maybe. A meal would get my head back on straight, at the least.
“It’ll be alright,” Jayden told me as he set a plate in front of me, and I nodded. I would be alright. The royal family always had my best interests in mind. As long as I did what I was told, I would be alright, no matter how odd anything seemed to me.
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