#sylvain sylvain & the criminals

[semioticapocalypse]

Bob Gruen. Syl Sylvain of The New York Dolls and Emily 'Criminals Check Shirt' in NYC. 1977

#BW #Black and White #Preto e Branco #Noir et Blanc #黒と白 #Schwarzweiß #retro #vintage #Bob Gruen #Syl Sylvain #New York Dolls #Emily 'Criminals Check Shirt' #NYC #NYC subway #underground #New York #people #pessoas #personnes #Menschen #Personen #人 #ピープル

[dmclemblems]

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#remove all cats from the premises they are in danger. contact my blorbo immediately #pull out the rations and seal the gates. we take no prisoners today #close off garreg mach monastery there are cats there they are in danger #probably protect felix too bc he's cat by association #keep your fathers at home don't let them out of the borders of a stone house #rhea? rhea do you read me we have a criminal on the loose. a red empire guy who wears black who tries to kill cats #rhea close the monastery. barricade felix. sylvain is counting on you. #CALL FOR BACKUP EVEN IF WE WIN HE'LL JUST TELEPORT AWAY CHANGE HIS CLOTHES AND FIGHT US AGAIN #CONTACT TIBBY TIB TIBS AND GET HIM ULKI PULKI DOLKY AND BLORBO'S ''NOT'' BOYFRIEND HERE QUICKLY #ALSO FOR THAT MATTER HIDE THE REST OF THE BIRBS HE KILLS BIRBS TOO #HIDE YOUR COUNTRIES OF BIRBS THE MEN ARE NOT SAFE #man i just killed you like last week why are you already back 😒 #DCE Comments

[punkrockhistory]

In memory of Sylvain Mizrahi aka Sylvain Sylvain, American rock guitarist, member of the New York Dolls and The Criminals, died today two years ago at the age of 69 in Nashville, Tennessee.

#punk #punkrock #protopunk #sylvainsylvain #newyorkdolls #history #punkrockhistory #otd

[sfsolstice]

✦ allegiance gn!reader x sylvain gautier . . . a/n: TOOOONS of angst <3

Your name being called out to a crowd of unruly commoners rang sharply between your ears. One foot weighed itself on your shoulder blade as, in a moment's notice, your face met the chilling snow that had fallen earlier that morning.

"Charges lay against you for for the conspiracy and subsequent murder of the late regent of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, the Grand Duke of Itha, Rufus Blaiddyd. Charged alongside you is His Highness, the son of the late King Lambert Blaiddyd, and nephew of the Grand Duke, Dimitri Blaiddyd."

At the call of his name, you heard the sound of chains rattling in the struggle against Kingdom knights and the crunch of snow approaching where you laid. A grunt from the prince, who was knocked down to the ground same as you, escaped him.

You remembered that day five years ago, under a gray, bleak sky, clouds overhung yours and Dimitri's trial for the murder of his uncle. The prosecution was Faerghus. Or rather, Cornelia at the behest of the Empire. Hearing the charges of a crime you nor Dimitri didn't commit made that morning's breakfast resurface, you recalled. To eliminate Dimitri and those closest to him meant that the rightful heir to the throne and anyone who was powerful enough to command Faerghus' military would be gone; the trouble of fighting and losing valuable men in the Kingdom would be gone, and thus, it would be easier for Edelgard to unite Fódlan.

You remembered Dedue rescuing you from the cells underneath the castle in Fhirdiad. You remembered his telling you that His Highness would be right behind you, being told that you should just run as far from the capital as you could. You remembered the snow, how softly it came down on the day you were supposed to die. You remembered how you crawled to Gautier, because you didn't know who else to run to, because Sylvain was the one you trusted the most.

His eyes when he saw you were full of kindness and worry; he took you in and begged his father to harbor a war criminal in his home. Sylvain did everything he could to keep you in Gautier, to keep you from being hunted down by traitorous scum who dared once calling themselves loyal to the Holy Kingdom. He couldn't let it happen: have them find you and take you back to behead you. His heart wouldn't let him.

You remembered hearing from Sylvain that Fhirdiad announced that the criminal, treasonous prince had atoned for his sins two days after you arrived, when the snow was coming down softly, just as it had when your charges were read to you. You remembered crying in his arms as he sat next to you in bed and crying yourself to sleep thereafter for a week. The boy you swore you'd one day serve and fight alongside— his death rested in your hands, heavy and acrid. You wished you had done something, you wished you hadn't been so selfish and left him despite what Dedue said, you wished you had given your life to the Empire instead of Dimitri's.

You swore revenge, you swore to protect the people who mattered the most to you. At least the ones who were left. You swore that Cornelia and Edelgard would pay for taking away the most important thing to you and that they would never do it again, not for as long as you protected what was left of the Kingdom as a Holy Knight for House Gautier, for they had given you a new lease on life.

You joined the cause, a defense against the Empire. You, under House Gautier, alongside Sylvain, whom you were ordered by his father to protect with you life, and other houses in eastern Faerghus, including House Fraldarius, fought against Imperial armies for the sake of the kingdom you called home, for the sake of those who came before you to establish it, for those whose lives were unfairly taken by an oppressive regime. You owed your life to the Kingdom, to the selfless people of Faerghus who raised you in place of your parents, to Dedue, to Sylvain and House Gautier.

But on the battlefield, everything reminded you of what you really felt, no matter how many excuses you gave it. You were in love with Dimitri Blaiddyd, and the Empire took him away from you. Five years later, you fell in love with the man you served, Sylvain Gautier. You fought to avenge your former flame, and you fought to protect your current. You supposed that no matter how selfish your reasons were, if you fought alongside people whose goals aligned with yours, it didn't matter, because it was all for a greater good.

On this particular field, on this particular day, snow came down from a sky as bleak as on the day you were to be executed, five years ago. The screams and shouts of a warring crowd, from opposing sides as both attempted to cut down the other, rang sharply between your years. Your battle cries mixed with those of Felix and his father and Sylvain and his. You fought at the side of your lord, by the nobleman who let you live again, never once letting him out of your sight out of fear for the worst.

But on a day like this, echoing the day of your beheading and the day you received news of Dimitri's death, how could you have expected a blessing from the Goddess? You heard a grunt from your left. You looked over and red clouded your vision, and a sour, metallic smell made your heart stop. On one side was the tip of a blade and on the other, a hilt soaking in blood. Sylvain had been pierced by an Imperial swordsman; he drew his sword back, leaving a hole in Sylvain's abdomen for every drop of blood to seep out of. You cried out his name as you watched his body fall to the ground, the snow crunching under him as ounce upon ounce of blood stained Fódlan.

You blinked and soon the Imperial soldier's heart stopped beating and your lance had cut open his throat. You fell to Sylvain's side, uninterested in this war anymore if it meant that someone dear to you should die again. You thanked the Goddess you trained in faith as you rolled Sylvain over, sweeping him up into your arms with one hand over his wound. He looked at you with those kind eyes, filled with worry, just like he did five years ago. A white light shone brightly around your hand and over his wound; you were determined to stop his bleeding but not determined enough to hide your anguish, your salty tears, and the quake in your palms. You begged him to not die, for him to stay strong, for the sake of Dimitri and Felix, for the sake of his kingdom, for your sake, because you just couldn't lose someone you loved again.

He let out a breathy chuckle, the way he always chuckled. He flashed that smug grin you knew he made whenever he hid his pain, whether physical or emotional— whichever one this hid as you held him, you couldn't tell. Four words left his lips that gripped your heart so tightly you couldn't breathe.

"I love you too."

The quake in your hands spread its way into the rest of your body as your tears more rapidly ran down your face and as sobs pressed their way past your lips. You focused your magic to close his wound, but you knew that even so, he had already lost so much blood. You were unsure of if he was going to live; the very thought shook you to your core, spreading despair through your veins.

"Please don't die..." You pleaded softly. "Please, oh Goddess, don't take him away too."

But you were right, he had lost too much blood. His heart couldn't take anymore. For him, hearing you tell him you loved him after hiding his feelings for so long and knowing that he did everything he could to protect you and the rest of the people of Faerghus was enough for him. He lifted his hand weakly to your cheek, caressing gently as he strained to let words out.

"I love you. I've loved you for so long."

He swallowed hard, fighting off death for just another moment with you.

"Don't fight to avenge me or His Highness. Fight for the people of Fódlan, for those who can't."

You nodded, letting your tears drip down your chin and onto his paling skin. It was too soon that the Goddess had taken him, as his hand slowly fell lifeless from your face to his side. He was gone, and Edelgard had claimed another person you held dear. Your grip on his body tightened. You pulled him closer to you, refusing to let go as you cried into his arms the way you did when you heard news of Dimitri's death. You didn't want to leave him yet, you didn't want him to leave you yet.

Around you as you mourned and wailed, war continued to be waged, unsatiated by the blood of hundreds already. The echoes of men and women taking their last breaths on this battlefield and many more battlefields to come rang between your ears. You wanted this ringing to stop, for all this shouting and crying and death to stop. But you knew, for the sake of those who fought and gave their lives for this cause, that this was no place to give up. For Sylvain, for Dimitri, for the once great Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, you owed your life to the people, and to the people you will give it.

#sylvain gautier x reader #sylvain jose gautier x reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h #A FOUR YEAR OLD FIC DAMN #first published on ao3 in 2019 oh my god #anyways i loved (and still love) sylvain so gd much #i also love suffering so </3 #sfsolstice

[ninja-muse]

So it's somehow the end of May? Not sure how that happened, even though I have been busy so of course the time has flown by! Things done this last month include hosting family multiple times, visiting my first cat café, visiting family, wedding reception, and baking my first rhubarb pie. Somehow I managed to fit 9 books and 2 DNFs in there, and was very good about not taking too many ARCs home. I didn't even buy anything!

Also, this is the first time I think I've ever underpacked physical books for a holiday. I thought for sure that the SF book I popped in my bag would last me at least three days but no, A History of What Comes Next was a fast read and lasted one. Thank goodness for Libby and my cache of T. Kingfisher e-novellas, is all I'm saying. Reading those back to back got my reading goal back on track for the year.

Novel is still progressing apace. Digger is still not shipped. It is reading outdoors weather but I've yet to do so. Nothing else to report.

And now without further ado, in order of enjoyment…

Magisteria - Nicholas Spencer

A history of the interactions between science and (Western) (mostly Christian) religion.

7.5/10

warning: discussions of racism, race science, eugenics, historical Islamophobia

After Villon - Roger Farr

Poetry written in conversation with a late medieval French criminal-poet.

🏳️‍🌈, 🇨🇦

The Sinister Booksellers of Bath - Garth Nix

Susan and Bath’s magical booksellers must rescue Merlin after he’s trapped in a map—which might mean taking on an unknown Sovereign.

6.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (genderqueer), Afro-British secondary characters, Muslim secondary character

A History of What Comes Next - Sylvain Neuvel

A lineage of scientifically-minded women work behind the scenes with one goal: Get Them To The Stars Before Evil Kills Us All.

7/10

main characters consistently read as POC, 🏳️‍🌈 main character (sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic), Black-Russian secondary character, Chinese-American secondary character, 🇨🇦 Warning: attempted rape, early methods of conversion therapy

Vera Wong’s Unsolicited Advice for Murderers - Jesse Q. Sutanto

When Vera finds a body in her tea shop, she knows exactly what to do—call the police and then solve the murder herself.

7/10

Chinese-American protagonist, largely Asian-American cast, Chinese-Indonesian author

warning: domestic abuse (not physical)

A Master of Djinn - P. Djèlí Clark

Agent Fatma investigates a mass murder with possible ties to djinn magic.

7/10

largely Egyptian cast, Nubian secondary characters, 🏳️‍🌈 main character (lesbian), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic), largely Muslim cast, African-American author

warning: contains racists, colonial mindsets, and cultural appropriators

Kiss Her Once For Me - Alison Cochrun

Ellie agrees to a fake engagement and marriage over the Christmas holidays—only to find out her fiancé’s sister is the one-night stand she couldn’t get over.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 main character (bi), main character with anxiety disorder, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (lesbian, trans, nonbinary, multisexual), Korean-American secondary characters, Latinx secondary character, Filipina secondary character, secondary character with ADHD

warning: depiction of anxiety and panic attacks, toxic parent-child relationship

Minor Mage - T. Kingfisher

Twelve-year-old Oliver is sent away from his village on a quest to bring back rain. He knows three spells, and one is to repel armadillo dander.

6.5/10

Mortal Follies - Alexis Hall

Maelys Micklemore has been cursed, a terrible thing for a young Regency woman. Her best hope of breaking the spell is the mannish Lady Georgiana, who might be a witch. Out in June.

6.5/10

🏳️‍🌈 protagonist (sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (sapphic, gay, trans woman), Black British secondary character, Afro-British secondary character

Picture Books

The Octopus Escapes - Maile Meloy with Felicia Salter (illustrator)

An octopus is brought to an aquarium. Being captive is great—at first.

DNF

The Last Heir to Blackwood Library - Hester Fox

Ivy inherits an estate in Yorkshire, with a magnificent library, recalcitrant servants, a ghost, and a curse.

The Absolute Book - Elizabeth Knox

A woman who lost her sister to violence finds herself drawn into another world with bearings on her family history.

Currently reading:

Shadowlands - Matthew Green

Short histories of lost settlements from across the UK.

The Gifts - Liz Hyder

In 1840s England, a woman grows wings.

Stats Monthly total: 9+1 Yearly total: 53/140 Queer books: 5 Authors of colour: 2 Books by women: 3 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 2 Off the TBR shelves: 2 Books hauled: 0 ARCs acquired: 3 ARCs unhauled: 2 DNFs: 2

January February March April

#books #booklr #bookblr #adult booklr #book covers #book photography #my photos #reading wrap-ups #book recommendations #rec lists #read in 2023 #who queue?

[catreginae]

If you're Canadian and you're absolutely done with our Grocery Store overloads making record profits quarter after quarter and treating us like criminals while the rest of us struggle with a cost of living crisis, then join us in boycotting Loblaws for the month of May.

Loblaws operators under chains such as Zehrs, No Frills, Real Canadian Superstore, Atlantic Superstore, Loblaw, Your Independent Grocer, Fortinos, and Shoppers Drug Mart just to name a few. Some of their most popular brands are President's Choive, Joe Fresh, and No Name.

And why just Loblaws in particular? Because they're the most egregious with their messaging. "We're doing our best to keep prices low, the suppliers are mean 🥺🥺🥺" while they install plexiglass barriers, locks on carts, and scanners to leave the self-checkout areas unless you want to pull an alarm. They treat us like criminals just for stopping inside. They have member exclusive pricing that are sometimes 50% lower than non-member pricing. Also, they attempted to fixing the price of bread a few years back and apologized with a $25 gift card.

This is all while still being more expensive than Walmart and brands under Metro and Sobeys.

Shop local if you can! If you're stuck with Loblaws, focus on buying loss leaders. Use altgrocery.ca to find local retailers in your area or recommend one. Don't listen to Sylvain Charlebois, he took research money from Loblaws before and he still goes to bat for them while downplaying our very real struggle.

If you're not Canadian, feel free to reblog anyway!

#boycottloblaws #i know it's pretty out of character for this blog #and i wonder for days if i should mention it #but here we go #just talking

[glowingbadger]

OG Arranged Marriage/First Time Anon 💍 back with another wild concept for you that I had a dream about: kind of star crossed lovers style ?! In said dream I was head of the Mondstadt treasure hoarders and in love with Diluc but also childhood friends bc of course??? we were. The whole tension between criminal treasure hoarder/vigilante Diluc trying to bring me down was just *chef’s kiss*, especially since neither of us seemed to realise who the other one was during the day. Peak romance.

Anyway, I don’t remember if I officially requested anything last time with the Sylvain first times prompt or just thirsted over it but since your asks are open if you feel like having some fun with this and writing ?! something ?! about treasure hoarder reader and Diluc that would be great haha. Not even necessarily this? Maybe something like where they first meet by reader trying to swipe his father’s old delusion to fence the mora? I don’t know! Anything is good with me, you always feed us so good with your writings. Anyway 💍 signing off?

idk where y'all are getting these sexy dreams- mine are mostly just stressful lmao.

But man I have no idea why this was so damn hard to write ugh I felt like I was scraping away at a block of ice with my fingernails every step of the way- and it's not the prompt's fault, it's a lovely concept, but actually writing has been really difficult for me lately. So I guess what I'm saying is, sorry for how long things take these days .-. And also sorry in advance if it sucks lmao I have currently lost the ability to view my own writing in a productive fashion.

Also- pretty sure as of now, I've exclusively written Diluc fucking in antagonistic situations lmao what is it about this guy

Diluc (Genshin) x AFAB Reader

(Treasure Hoarder! Reader)

NSFW 18+ v

There was a split moment- a brief, foolish and hopeful moment- when you thought you'd escaped. That moment ended with a strong hand gripped around your wrist, tugging you away from the second floor balcony adjoined to Diluc Ragnvindr's private quarters. The bottoms of the polished black pumps of the maid uniform you'd pilfered slide uselessly across the floor, gaining you no purchase. Cover blown and captured by your mark, your thoughts race, but trip over themselves. Perhaps you'd been overly confident. Perhaps you'd put too much faith in faulty intel. Perhaps a lot of things- now isn't the time to think.

You try pitching your head back to bash him with your skull, but Diluc turns his face away and spins you to the side and towards the double doors to his room. You're dizzy for a moment, but you resist the impulse to flail wildly. You keep your footing, you keep your center, and though he's more than strong enough to drag you inside and away from curious eyes, you keep your wits.

"Disguising yourself as a maid? That's the best you could come up with? You're getting careless," Diluc's breath is hot at the shell of your ear.

You thrust the elbow of your free arm towards his gut, but he blocks the blow in his palm, then spins you to face him. You clear your throat and blow a stray piece of your hair from your face.

"Didn't think you'd bother to recognize a lowly criminal like me-"

The heel of your palm lunges up at his chin, yet once again, he catches your wrist, and now you're rapidly running out of usable limbs. Diluc steps forward, and you try to step back in turn, until you feel the edge of his bed hit the back of your knees. He draws close, and in that low, steady voice, he says,

"I'm insulted that you think I would forget a face so easily."

You don't think that of him- not really. Not since your occasional run-ins had turned from merely tense to deeply pleasurable. His iron grip around your wrists reminds you of your last encounter; how he'd pinned you to the back wall of Angel's Share, how you'd felt his pulse pounding at every point where your bodies met. These days, your encounters had as much chance of ending with your bodies tangled together as with crossed swords. The latter doesn't seem wise today, given your position- but the former is feeling more and more enticing.

You let your body go nearly limp, falling back onto Diluc's bed suddenly enough to throw him off balance, his hold on you pulling him along as well. He utters a short grunt of surprise, forced to release your wrists to prop himself up. His scowl is as cutting as ever, but before he can speak, your now-free hands grab hold of the lapels of his coat and tug him down to you.

The kiss is heated from the start. He meets you with raw instinct, pleasurable muscle-memory learned from several prior trysts. Still, Diluc doesn't drop his guard, not completely- you can feel it in the tight and tensed muscles up his chest and along his shoulders as your hands wander. But before long, he's tilted his head to lean into you and push his tongue past your lips. Fiery red hair grazes your face gently, a sweet contrast to the forceful way he's kissing you against the sheets. You breathe in sharply as he nips your bottom lip, your body arching up against his. It's all you can do to sort your scrambled thoughts back into place enough to act.

Your hands run down his front, resentful of his usual layers of clothing. Meanwhile, one of his hands hooks at your knee, urging your thighs around him, the frilled hem of the maid uniform sneaking higher and higher. So close- just push him a little further. Just a little distraction, something to pull his focus.

Just barely parting from him, you whisper,

"Do you want me, 'Master' Diluc?"

He's silent for a moment. His jaw tightens, and a strong hand squeezes at the swell of your hip.

"Things would be far simpler if I didn't."

Your fingertips trail delicately down his stomach to his belt, the mere contact teasing you both with thoughts of what's to follow. Diluc draws close, close enough that his lips just barely brush yours. Focus- steel yourself. Don't tense until you must, don't let him feel your thoughts.

Your hand bolts toward your upper thigh, but his is faster. The knife strapped to your leg slides out smoothly and without a sound. Diluc only holds it for you to see for a moment, gazing down at you with bitter defiance, before whipping it aside with enough force to send it clattering across the floor behind him. Then, he holds firm at your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Final chance to tell me about any other surprises you've got hidden in these clothes."

Well, it had been worth one final attempt. You offer him a coy grin, and simply say,

"Last one."

"Good," Diluc gets to his feet and begins removing his coat, "Shoes off- keep the rest on."

You scoff and roll your eyes.

"Yes, sir," you mutter, though you readily obey. Diluc discards his coat and outer layers, leaving himself in trousers and a handsomely unbuttoned dress shirt by the time you're reclined on the luxurious pillows at the head of the master bed. He rounds on you, every motion controlled and tight as he approaches you with fire in his eyes. Then, you notice the belt in his hand. Your pulse pounds with the thrill of anticipation. He crawls atop you on the bed and, without a word, grabs hold of your wrists and sets to binding them above your head. The fine leather holds tight against your skin, firm but not painful. You give it a quick tug, once he's fastened the buckle, and it holds.

"Sure, I'd love to get tied up, thanks for asking," you say with a wry grin.

"Is that a complaint?" scarlet eyes level on you, his gaze cutting deep even as his thumb gently brushes along your lower lip.

"Not... not really."

Diluc's hands begin to wander down your sides before you've even gotten the words out. The feeling of his bare touch is a rare treat, and you find yourself shifting eagerly beneath him as he caresses the swell of your breasts, the dip of your waist, down to where clingy stockings accent your thighs around him. He looks you up and down blatantly, eyes lingering in a few choice places until those large hands come to rest at your hips. With a forceful tug, he pulls you flush against him. You let out a harsh breath, but stifle your voice. You can feel his cock gradually stiffening against the layers of clothing between your bodies, feel the warmth and the friction of him pressed against your heat. With the subtlest shift of his hips, he grinds his growing manhood between your pussy lips, and you bite back a whimper.

"What did you come here for?" he demands, the threatening edge of his voice cut with low, heady desire.

"Well, I, uh..." you force your expression into a grin, "I figured I'd have a look around... peruse your stock and take whatever struck my fancy. I could use a new painting for the foyer, you see-"

"You were looking for something specific." he raises his voice, looming over you and yet never easing the aching pressure of your bodies against one another.

"I just..." you inhale slowly, willing yourself to think of anything but the hard length of his cock rutting against your cunt, "wanted to... find something as valuable as possible. Make the trip worthwhile."

Without a word, he brings a hand between your legs. Then, a jolt rushes up your spine as his thumb presses to your clit from above your panties and the flimsy maids' stockings. He rubs in slow, firm circles, teasing you quickly to the edge with no hope of relief in sight. Your lips part, you're panting softly despite yourself.

"Diluc..." you moan out his name, arching beneath him, perhaps hoping to entice him enough to do away with this torture.

"There were plenty of things you could have taken without risking entering my private quarters," his husky, lustful tone belies the cold logic of his words, "I will ask you once more- what were you searching for."

A heavy silence thickens the air between you. Your chest rises and falls, your body burns from the sweet temptation of his body on yours. Could you even tell him? It's only a theory, after all- that his father's delusion could still claim any kind of payout, hell, that Diluc had kept the accursed thing to begin with. All this aside, you realize with some surprise that you dread the sort of expression he may wear if reminded of such a dark chapter of his family's history. It's one thing to frustrate him, needle him a bit. It's another entirely to cut to the heart like that.

"Maybe..." your eyes flicker down his frame, "Maybe I came here for you. For... this."

Diluc's glare narrows, his jaw tight, but you feel his manhood throb hard between your thighs despite his visible annoyance. Maybe because of it.

"You're infuriating," he says at last, then takes you by the hips and firmly directs you over onto your stomach. With your arms bound, you can hardly resist, so you let him guide you into his preferred position. On instinct, you prop up your backside just a bit for him, biting your lip while your heart leaps with excitement. His hands are warm as they run slow but firm up your thighs, pushing up the hem of your skirt along the way. When he reaches the swell of your ass, he gropes you shamelessly, cupping both cheeks, clearly taking his time to enjoy the sight of your flesh over-filling his hands.

"Planning to spend all day admiring me?"

"Quiet."

You hear the abrupt tearing of fabric as in one motion, he rips the inner seam of your stockings open. The show of brute strength and his clear impatience for you cause you to let out an eager little whimper, which turns into a pleasured gasp when he presses his fingers firm against your heat. You know he can feel how you need him, how despite your attempts at composure, your arousal has soaked the frilly panties you'd chosen specifically for this possible encounter. Evidently satisfied, you hear the rustle of clothing behind you, then feel him tug your underthings aside and press the hot tip of his manhood between your lower lips.

You must have really pissed him off today. The only "foreplay" he'd granted you had been that erotic little interrogation- yet you can't find it in you to complain. You know you're more than wet enough to take him, coating him in your slick as he slowly but firmly forces the bulging head of his cock into you. A shiver works its way up your spine, and you gasp out his name. Diluc tries and fails to stifle a groan as, with slow but steady thrusts of his hips, he works the thick length deeper and deeper into you. Gods, he feels too good. You wonder if you'll ever be fully accustomed to his generous size. It stretches you, fills you, the pressure massaging every inch of him into the clinging inner walls of your pussy, and you very nearly see white.

Diluc shifts closer to you on the bed, fitting himself more firmly within you, a hand absently caressing the curve of your ass and hips while the other clutches the sheets beside you. He's doing his damnedest to keep composure, you can tell- but his breath his heavy at your back and his cock throbs and twitches with the need for relief. His hips buck steadily against you, driving his cock into your warm, tight pussy again and again. But you know fully well what Diluc is truly capable of.

"Hu- Harder-!" you gasp out in a near daze.

"I do not take orders... from petty thieves..!" Diluc snarls, but even amidst his bitter reply, he leans over you, his body warm at your back and his breath teasing through your hair as his pace quickens and he fucks you deeper and harder still. At last, you can feel him hit all the way at your core, the exquisite pain and pleasure as he buries his cock in your drooling cunt, the erotic sensation of your ass bouncing against him- it's overwhelming. Your eyes begin to roll back as you pant and gasp out his name. Then, suddenly, the sharp sting of his teeth at the back of your shoulder- and just like that, something inside of you crumbles.

Crying out his name once more, your hands brace against the bed's fine oaken headboard as your thighs tremble and you cum, hard around Diluc's cock. He slows just for a moment- just long enough for you to really feel him throb inside of you as you ride out your climax. When his fingers brush your hair to the side so he can kiss the back of your neck, you're surprised by the tenderness of the gesture. Your face burns, and you convince yourself it's from exertion.

Diluc's body is flush against yours now; he rests with his elbows on the bed on either side of you, his hard, muscled frame surrounding you and the full length of his member buried in your over-fucked and over-sensitive pussy. His hips move like powerful, rolling waves, grinding his thick cock into you. You can feel it flex and swell, feel his breath become short and uneven.

"Diluc... please..." you whimper softly, "Cu- cum for me... Master Diluc..."

He utters a groan- a low, strangled sound deep in his chest.

"Don't- I... I can't bear it when you..."

He lets the words hang in the air unresolved. Then, he rests his head at the crook of your neck, and with one last, pleading moan, he holds inside of you to the base and finally allows himself the bliss of release. Hot, thick cum spills into you, his cock twitching and stretching you around him with each pulse. His lips are soft and warm at your shoulder, his hands strong yet somehow gentle as they hold you in place to receive him. And only now, at long last, does Diluc finally whisper your name, low and tentative and tinged with something unfamiliar and lovely.

Panting and unsteady, he pulls his spent member from you, only sparing a brief moment to enjoy the sight of you positively dripping with him. Then, he seems to recall the belt he'd tied you with, and reaches up to undo the buckle. At first, he visibly tenses, perhaps wary of what you may do with full use of your limbs. But you merely turn onto your back to face him, your eyes curiously scanning his expression. He meets you like a stone wall, firm in his place and allowing nothing through.

"I could easily pay off your debts," he says at last. You laugh, turning your eyes from him to gaze absently at the other end of the room.

"Wow, you're every bit the romantic the ladies in town claim you to be."

"I mean it," he says firmly, "You don't have to sell yourself to Treasure Hoarder scum."

"And then what?" you meet his eyes once more, "Then my freedom belongs to you instead of them- but still not to me." He looks about to argue, but you add, "At least now I'm selling my services and my talents, not being purchased by some spoiled prince in a pretty castle."

Diluc lets out an aggravated sigh and runs his fingers through tussled red hair. Wordlessly, he gets to his feet to fix his trousers and gather his scattered clothing, all while resolutely refusing to meet your eyes.

"You could work for me, then," he says, then adds dryly "You've already got a uniform, after all."

You give another short laugh, then push yourself upright on the bed. Swinging your legs over the side, you say,

"Still the same end result- I owe you my livelihood and my freedom. No deal."

He tosses the armful of collected clothing onto the bed beside you, then levels that stern, fiery gaze on you, as though he could burn a hole through your conviction if he stares fiercely enough. Then, his hand cups your cheek, and he leans close to press his lips to yours. After all he's done to you today, this simple, chaste kiss causes your heart to leap into your throat. He lingers for a moment while your pulse pounds in your ears, only to finally part and leave you breathless and off-balance.

"You're infuriating," he says once again. Before you can think of a reply, his posture straightens and he regains his formal, business-like tone, "That's the door to the washroom- you have five minutes to clean up and get out of my manor. I won't harbor a criminal."

You get to your feet and brush out the wrinkles in your skirt, muttering,

"Oh, but you will fuck them senseless then let them go free."

"What was that?" Diluc turns to you with a warning glare.

"Nothing, nothing," you wave him away. Grabbing the black pumps from beside the bed, you head towards the washroom, calling over your shoulder on the way,

"I'm keeping the uniform, by the way. You seem to think it suits me, after all- right, Master Diluc?"

He gives no reply, but you're not bothered- his silence truly does speak volumes.

#totally forgot it was Diluc's birthday lol #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #genshin impact #not sfw #diluc genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #diluc x reader #genshin impact smut

[silverselfshippingchaos]

A full list of f/o tags!

Maxi: the dandy of the south seas 🌊 🤍

Kyohei: kissing in the van 💍

Aqua: a heaven full of stars 💙❤️

Demyx: kiss water kiss!

Felix: heart-to-heart combat ⚔️

Balthus: king of grappling deez nuts 👊

Shura: skunk time 🦨

Atlas: just call me firewood 🪵🪓

Tibarn: let's eat worms together 🦅

Muarim: i wouldn't dare raise a claw 💚

Haar: i showed you my wyvern please respond 💤

Eizen: earth and fire ☠️

Seifer: your knight until the end 🤍

Basch: my desert flower 🥀

Yaag: let's believe in eternity 💧

Gladio: send (cup) noods tonight 🍜

Vivian: our own hideaway 🔮

Dunban: blossom dance! 🌸

Akhos: my muse—my lady 🖍

Matthew: i'm feeling full of beans 🫘!

Chai: masala te chai ☕️

Vik: you make night city brighter 🌃

Adam: as human as it gets 🦾

Percy: your bullet bullet bullet 🩶🖤

Mr. H: a cup of coffee for the road ☕️?

Rune: steal me away 🐉

Garrus: can't calibrate this one 🌌

Kyojiro: a baker and a criminal walk into a bar...

Platonic F/Os

Dante: let's hunt demons together 🍒

Ignis/Noctis/Prompto: chocobros 🐣

Raines: and we dared to dream 🤍

Eraqus: my dad (boogie woogie woogie)

Riku: star-fruit 💫

All other KH characters: our hearts as one!

Clive: find the flame 🔥

Berseria Party: why do birds fly 🕊?

Turks: black suits ♠️

Zack: puppy eyes 🐶

Van Gang: vroom vroom 🛞

Sylvain: you get it ❤️

Rodrigue: the shield 🛡

Xianghua and Kilik: does your soul still burn 🔥?

Shepard: i'm with you until the end 🌌

general platonic f/o tag: my beloved pals

Crushes

Haurchefant: hot chocolate tonight 🍫?

Kabru: eyes the color of the sky 💙

Akiteru: your #1 fan 🏐

Fjord: my dear captain 🌊

#i need to clean this blog up a bit but! if i ever rb fanart or anything it'll be with these tags in case anyone needs to block some things! #some are just silly #others are random song lyrics hehe!

[sitting-on-me-bum]

The ladoum sheep, a cross between Mauritanian touabir and Malian bali-bali varieties, has become an important part of Senegalese culture over the past 20 years of breeding

Senegal’s highly prized ladoum rams

All photographs by Sylvain Cherkaoui/Panos Pictures

During the Muslim festival of Eid al-Adha, hundreds of thousands of sheep are slaughtered and eaten at family feasts, but fully grown ladoum are too valuable to be sacrificed. Criminals have cottoned on to the high value of these creatures and sheep theft is becoming an increasing worry for breeders and owners

#sylvain cherkaoui #photographer #panos pictures #ladoum sheep #sheep #animal #mammal #mauritanian touabir #malian bali-bali #senegal #nature

[shadowshrike]

Why I love Miklan in Azure Gleam

I know that some people hate what was done with Miklan in Azure Gleam, so I want to spread some love for what I personally felt was a great story beat through his addition. It worked on many levels for me, from highlighting the themes of Azure Gleam to providing great insight into several characters and how they make decisions.

Social Reform: Penance as Justice

Three main reforms explicitly occurred during the course of Azure Gleam, not counting Support-locked ones like education needed for proper representation. Those are:

Improving foreign relations

Reducing crest dependence

Refining their justice system

Miklan's situation covers the last two.

We know from supports like Ingrid's that crests are dwindling. Titles don't always pass to crested children in the Kingdom, even if they exist. Sylvain notes that the military and threat of invasion or bandits primarily drive the need for crests. Commonfolk require ways to fight without relics if they wish to completely demolish the need for crested nobles in Faerghus.

This makes crests a practical matter in the Kingdom, not religious. The Church has no opposition to the dilution of crest bloodlines. Nor do they stop actions taken to bring crestless people up to the same position of power as those with crests, such as commoners being knighted or mixed marriages being blessed by the king. A crestless noble like Miklan wouldn't be out of place among the new wave of knights and nobles Dimitri has been creating.

Regarding justice, several events show us that Faerghus has a stringent stance on treason and other criminal activity. The Western Lords believe their options are to kill the royal family to stop reforms or die if they fail, as evidenced by Dominic's hesitation. Cornelia feeds this fear, but with Dimitri's forced beheading of Rufus, it's confirmed for the players that criminals are dealt with harshly in the Kingdom.

Dimitri appears to oppose this way of thinking. This may be partly because he considers himself "the guilty" and believes in the duty of atonement. It may also be because he can't just execute people for every crime. Even outside of war, a poor nation like Faerghus has a plethora of criminals out of necessity. Ashe, now one of his knights thanks to Lonato's saving him when he was younger, is a prime example of this.

Unfortunately, change in Faerghus is not so simple. Lambert was executed and Duscur blamed to avoid reforms in the past. Even if those changes are shown to be just, such as re-establishing Duscur, dictating significant cultural changes causes unrest. That puts Dimitri in a position where he must simultaneously seek bottom-up (from the people) and top-down (from the leaders) reform.

Miklan: The Rebirth of an Educated Criminal

In comes Miklan. Well-educated in war and Kingdom politics, a proven leader, crestless, and a true scumbag. His reformation would be a perfect symbol for Dimitri's new Kingdom, which believes a person is more than their birth or past deeds. As a bonus, if Miklan fails to prove he can better himself, his execution would be only a minor setback.

Through his upbringing as a Gautier, Miklan has cultivated the exact skillsets that Dimitri needs in a general. All Miklan needs to do is stay away from the rest of House Gautier due to their sordid history and become his own man - under military supervision, admittedly. If he can live for himself and serve the Kingdom, it is a win for the country as a whole.

The fantastic part is that it works. You see NPCs go from hating him or cautiously optimistic about his role to admiring how far Miklan was able to go. They hope that they, too, can escape their past misdeeds and become respected. After all, if someone as awful as that could turn their life around, why couldn't they do the same?

Miklan personally and publicly proved that his lack of a crest never made him less intelligent or capable of serving as a leader compared to his brother and father. It was his own choice to do his horrible deeds and his choice to be better, as well.

Even in death, Miklan's changes during that short time end up as a massive win for criminal rehabilitation in Faerghus.

Sylvain: Friends and Choice

That brings us to the personal aspect. It can be tough to swallow that Dimitri would invite Sylvain's known abuser into a position of power within the Kingdom. In that decision, we see the difference between the priorities of the infamous 'Faerghus Four.'

Felix and Ingrid are friends of Sylvain, first and foremost. Although both take their duty seriously, personal codes of loyalty drive them forward more than the future of Faerghus. They struggle to look the other way for the sake of the greater good, Felix especially. And since they've seen Sylvain make self-destructive decisions for years, they no longer trust him enough to choose for himself or understand his limits.

Sylvain and Dimitri are the opposite. They care dearly about their friends, but they value being a good leader and securing the future for Faerghus over their personal feelings. Sacrifice comes easy to them. That isn't to say they're unfeeling. Dimitri creates the safest environment possible with the situation - he asks Sylvain for permission, keeps them separate, and makes sure Miklan will be executed if he steps a toe out of line. But ultimately, he trusts Sylvain, naively or not, to know himself and his limits.

To that end, I argue against the idea that Dimitri and Sylvain are "broken" for rejecting revenge as justice for Miklan and instead giving him an opportunity. I think they both made an incredibly mature, valid decision. And I think the fact their friends didn't like it was also valid.

It's a good reminder that moving on looks different for everyone. One victim's way of coming to terms with their abuse doesn't look like another's. They may even be totally incompatible. Not everyone can be okay with seeing someone who abused them living a great life, even if that abuser never harms anyone again. Others, like Sylvain, may want distance and the peace of mind that someone they love, abuser or not, no longer needs to live for only hatred. Which one is "right" can only be answered by the person living through it.

Sylvain and Dimitri move on by doing what they believe is the right thing for the people. It's their comfort when they know that any choice will be uncomfortable at best and deadly at worst. Others might find more peace in incarceration or violence toward those who have wronged them.

Miklan's arc lets us explore the messiness of human nature. He makes others suffer, so we hate him, yet he has suffered himself, so we also pity him. It forces players to reconcile the desire to see someone punished for evil acts with the compassionate idea that there is always a chance to change for the better, no matter our trauma, if we try hard enough.

#fire emblem 3 hopes #fire emblem 3 houses #fe3h #few3h #essay #miklan anschutz gautier

[nerdnag]

Thank you for the question @alienducky!! You know most of my WIPs already but I'll answer anyway ^_^

The fic I'm currently working on most actively is The Boundaries of Magic, which is a sequel in my FE3H series in which Constance von Nuvelle delves into dark magic ✨I only have two chapters left to write.

But I also have some other WIPs that I'm not actively working on right now:

A mini-sequel to Boundaries which will be approximately 6-8 chapters long and star an OC of mine

A FE3H Ashen Wolves modern AU in which the gang become uni roommates and Constance is an app developer looking for her big break

An MtG fanfic about mage students Killian and Dina and how they grow close while struggling with issues regarding family and expectations of others

A fairly short and simple Great Ace Attorney fanfic which follows Ashley Graydon as he grows up in, and gets out of, the slums of London

An interactive novel/game (original work) about personal identity, with mystery aspects

And then there are some loose ideas/half-started fics which have probably been abandoned at this point and can't really be called WIPs but that I'll mention anyway:

A FE3H YuriCoco enemies to lovers FWB fic which has three whole chapters written but is probably way too OOC. But I might use some bits and pieces to build something new from it eventually

A FE3H YuriCoco pirate fic inspired by a comment you made on Boundaries (^_^)

A really really dark FE3H Sylvain fic that I started in 2020 but that will probably never see the light of day

A FE3H crack fic in which Constance is convinced Hapi is the Savage Mockingbird

A FE3H fic that explores Constance's and Jeritza's dissociative similarities

A handful of MTAP fics, most of them about Arlo, but then one which was once a very ambitious political intrigue AU about Ginger as told from Mint's POV

A Death Note fic in which Misa is smart actually and successfully tricks Light into thinking she's not (i.e. a fic giving rational reasons for her canon behavior)

A Death Note fic in which L manages to figure out who Kira is after being introduced to Rem. This one I'm actually pretty happy about because I think I captured L's thought process pretty well so far, so who knows, maybe I'll get back to it someday, or at least post what I do have

An original work taking place in an alternate universe with fantasy/sci-fi aspects, exciting heists and mystery, starring a very competent asexual character who joins a group of criminals to provide for and protect his mother. I started it many years ago and have maybe half of a full draft, but I have realized since then that it may have problematic parts in its core concept. Certain aspects of it were cool though so I might reuse those somehow eventually and rework the rest.

#Ask a nerd #Writing

[jaredthebc]

For the character ask thing, N Pokemon, Ingrid Fire Emblem, and or Ashe Fire Emblem. :3c

I already got more than one N in my ask box so I’ll just do the fire emblems

Ashe

First impresson

For the very little I played of Three Houses in 2019, I remember liking Ashe when I briefly talked to him while he was in the greenhouse, and continued to think he was nice afterwards, which says a *lot* if you remember just how fucking much I blindly hated Fire Emblem for a while lol

Impression now

DONNY ITS YOUR FAULT HES MY NEW BLORBO. I love him so fucking much I’d do anything for him he makes me happy when I feel down and I’m so fucking glad I gave Three houses a second chance just because of him

Favorite moment

There are so many moments. From him supporting Ingrid by gifting her that book, to him facing his fear for Annette when he was not asked to do so for the sake of her memories, to him eating Dedue’s meal and remembering his family, and how he learned to cope with his many family deaths with Cathrine’s support. I can include Three Hopes here too with him screaming at Yuri to stop stealing cause he hates seeing a friend in danger

…that was way more than I expected I probably should have just said “all of him” lol

Idea for a story

There’s definitely the supports I wanna write for him and my oc you know of, as well as more general stuff like his life post war, him remembering his passed loved ones years after they passed, and silly scenarios of him in the academy during the pre timeskip

Unpopular opinion

Idk if it’s a hot take, but Cathrine does not make a good romance ending with Ashe. Just feels unhealthy as hell (though I can ignore it thankfully)

Favorite relationship

Him and the bitch below his list/affectionate

Also I don’t mention them enough, but Dimiashe is criminally underrated, AsheDue is god tier too

And ig my oc that is very much borderline oc x canon at this point

Favorite headcanon

*slaps transmasc onto him and also smacks on autism*

Ingrid

First impression

Considering my hatred of fire emblem for a few years, if I did see her it would have been spiteful for a while lol. I’m mature now I promise

Impression now

DONNY THIS IS ALSO YOUR FAULT I love her sm, if there are no more Ingrid fans then I’m dead I’d never give up on her and I refuse to let her die

Favorite moment

Might be a strange one…but her death line, I actually heard it for the first time today, and not only does the line destroy me, but her VA. God her VA crushed it. When a piece of media actually gets me to cry you KNOW its good (I’m good dw lol)

Also obligatory mentioning her and Ashe supports

Idea for a story

100 gay things with Ashe, as well as stuff with helping her land prosper and sibling activities with Felix (since they are very sibling core to me)

Unpopular opinion

Ingrid haters don’t know how to read, that’s all ill say so I don’t get torn to shreds by elaborating

Favorite relationship

Her and the bitch above. Also something between her and Sylvain must have happened even if it went nowhere

Favorite headcanon

GENDER-FLUID/GENDERQUEER INGRID 4EVER. Also raw beef enjoyer

#bc answers #ask game #ingrid brandl galatea #Ashe ubert #okay time to honk shoo

[tzuyusluv]

NCT Dream Disney AU

☁︎ Mark | Sleeping Beauty

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Title —> tbd

Summary —> Betrothed to Prince Mark of Sylvaine was your destiny since you were born. Though when 20 years of age, he’s cursed to fall asleep for hundreds of years or until true loves kiss. Now, are you positive that you’re his true love and that you can break the curse?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Renjun | Beauty And The Beast

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Title —> tbd

Summary —> Living in a small town as the only bookworm was terrible. You were constantly treated as if you were nothing more than a pretty face for your future husband. So when you run away and come across a cursed castle filled with talking objects and a beast, you find out that if the beast learns love, it will return the castle and its inhabitants back to normal. Will you be able to lift the curse?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Jeno | The Little Mermaid

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Title —> tbd

Summary —> After you see the Prince of Moshe and save him from drowning, you create a deal with the local sea witch. In exchange for legs, you will need to have the Prince fall in love with you, within a week. Will you be able to get the Prince to fall for you in such a short time?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Haechan | Mulan

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Title —> tbd

Summary —> When your family is disappointed in you for your distaste for marriage and sets you up with the local village boy, you cut your hair and run to the soldier camp. There you meet the general, Haechan. But why does your heart ache and your mind want to impress him when he expresses disappointment in your training?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Jaemin | Snow White

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Title —> tbd

Summary —> When your stepmother tries to have a huntsman kill you and he fails, she decides to poison you using an apple. You know someday your prince has to come, but what if he doesn’t?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Jisung | Aristocats

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Title —> tbd

Summary —> When a kind old woman take you and your three siblings in after your parents are murdered, she leaves everything to you four in her will, soon you realize that the butler is trying to kill all of you and become the sole receiver of it. After he throws you out in the harsh winter, you soon come across a man who offers to take you back. You become infatuated with him, will you be able to convince him to leave his old life and start new?

Release Date —> tbd

☁︎ Chenle | Aladdin

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Title —> tbd

Summary —> Your only dream is to leave the palace walls and when you succeed, you come across a criminal who steals to survive. Deciding not to tell him you’re the princess, you soon grow a small crush on him. Will you be able to keep your secret and see him again? Or was it never meant to be?

Release Date —> tbd

©️ tzuyuluvs | Pease don’t translate, rewrite or blatantly steal any of my content.

#☁︎ nct dream disney series

[punkrockhistory]

In memory of Sylvain Sylvain, American rock guitarist, band member of Actress, New York Dolls and The Criminals, born on this day in 1951 in Cairo, Egypt and sadly passed away three years ago

📸 Marty Temme

#punk #punks #punkrock #sylvainsylvain #history #punkrockhistory #otd

[solidaritytek]

Ships

Avatar: The Last Airbender/Legend of Korra Korra/Asami - #korrasami Katara/Aang - #katang Sokka/Zuko - #zukka

Criminal Minds Morgan/Reid - #moreid

D.Gray-Man Lavi/Allen - #laven Tyki/Lavi - #lucky Tyki/Allen - #pokerpair Lavi/Tyki/Allen - #3ofakind Lavi/Kanda - #yuuvi Lavi/Lenalee - #lavilena Lavi/Lenalee/Allen - #lavenlena

Danny Phantom Danny/Sam - #amethystocean

DRAMAtical Murder Noiz/Aoba - #noiao

Final Fantasy XV Noctis/Prompto - #promptis Prompto/Gladio - #promtio Prompto/Ignis - #promnis Verstael/Ardyn - #versdyn Noctis/Prompto/Ignis/Gladiolus - #chocobros

Fire Emblem: Awakening Chrom/Robin - #chrobin

Fire Emblem: Three Houses Sylvain/Felix - #sylvix Byleth/Bernadetta - #bernaleth Byleth/Linhardt - #linleth Byleth/Sylvain - #sylvleth

Homestuck Bro/John - #brojohn Dave/Karkat - #davekat John/Karkat - #johnkat Eridan/Karkat - #erikat Rose/Kanaya - #rosemary

Legend of Zelda Sidon/Link - #sidlink Link/Ganon - #ganlink Link/Zelda - #zelink

Minecraft YouTube Tango/Jimmy - #teamrancher Scott/Jimmy - #flowerhusbands Tango/Jimmy/Scott - #flowerranchers Scar/Grian/Mumbo - #mumscarian

Miraculous Ladybug Adrien/Marinette - #adrienette Nina/Alya - #djwifi Adrien/Marinette/Luka - #lukadrienette Juleka/Rose - #julerose

Persona 4 Yosuke/Souji - #souyo

South Park Craig/Kenny - #crenny Kenny/Kyle - #kenyle Kenny/Butters - #bunny Kyle/Stan - #style

Star Trek Kirk/Spock - #spirk

Voltron Shiro/Keith - #sheith

Crossovers HTTYD & ROTG Hiccup/Jack - #hijack

[fireemblems24]

Hello! I found your AO3 ship meta thoughts that you wrote in 2021. A Twitter user named castamyre did a 2022 analysis on July 26 to celebrate 3H third anniversary. Their analysis is a result of nearly 40k fics for 3H. Perhaps check it out because it was a fascinating read to see everything they analyzed and it ties back into your own AO3 ship meta that you wrote in 2021. I'd recommend looking at their top 25 ships, most popular characters by fic #, specific analysis by each of the 3 Houses too.

Oh cool, thanks! Link for anyone interested: https://twitter.com/castamyre/status/1552034998643048449?cxt=HHwWgoC-0fbm94krAAAA

Interesting to see how many M/F fics there are. Is Dimileth hard carrying that?

So many Blue Lions in the top characters 👌. As it should be. I don't think there's a single Lions NOT listed there. I can't believe Rhea's that low. She's such an important character you think she'd be in them more often even if not a main ship or something. "Blue Lions Students" literally ranked higher than some characters lamo. Judith is criminally low.

SO many Dimitri ships 😂 (Dimitri/Byleth, Dimitri/Felix, Dimitri/Claude, Dimiri/Dedue, AND Dimitri/Sylvain).

I found the shipping chart cool too. Seeing Dimitri in the center because he's got so many connections 😅. All the Blue Lions were pretty close, whereas the Black Eagles were pretty spread out. "The vast majority of characters' top ship was a Blue Lion" - Nice. Also another Blue Lion is the top ship for all Blue Lions (unless you want to argue Byleth for Dimitri).

Also, it seems like I'm mutuals with a minor celebrity! Congrats @sevarix-blogs for being the #1 Byleth/Yuri ship writer.

Dimitri/Felix/Sylvain being one of the horniest ships feels right. Byleth/Annette being THEE horniest feels so, so wrong. Cyril/Lysithea being least horny restores my faith in humanity.