#wolfie made a statement

[wolfsnape]

Vous pensez au fait que les nouveaux prof là, ça va être des 2001 ou des 2002 ??? Envie de canner

#wolfie made a statement #prof doc clichée

[darkdemeter]

Y/N “WOLFIE’S” PANEL

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

(Platonic) Avengers cast x GN/Female/Male Reader Feat. on the panel: Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Robert Downey Jr.

A/N — So this was delayed at first because I'd kinda gotten second thoughts, then did a bit of research (just watched some of the cast in interviews and stuff). And then I thought "fuck it, write it." So I did just that. Though I'm not counting on this being "top tier" and very well may be the only time I do this sorta thing. Because I have come to realise when writing this... I CANNOT write celebrities, so great kudos to those who can, and also they make it look so easy!

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

READER DISCRETION — Nothing that should be potentially triggering— maybe slight insecure reader? Nothing really, just that little "did I do good?" y'know? — just Y/N with the avengers cast— Y/N being a little blushing, embarrassed mess

SUMMARY— You meet your fellow cast members on the panel for Comic Con, the debut for the final instalment to Habits of Mother Nature's Will releasing that weekend at the premiere.

You can read the columns here — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II: AFTERMATH

You never thought you would hear anything louder than the sound of applauding fans and cheers as your name was announced by the panel moderator.

You swaggered onto the stage, your outfit was casual but styled in a way that could pass for formal dress easily. Your hair styled to what you favoured most. 

You raised your arm up and waved to the crowd who roared with such vigour, you silently admitted to yourself it was a tad bit intimidating. But you were excited for this panel. To be beside your cast members who you had bonded with over the course of production, and to finally meet those who loved the project as well. 

The Avengers series had been a cinematic hit and when you signed the contract, had anyone told you that the three part short series would have been a major hit for audiences, you would have scoffed.

Your co-stars each turned and greeted you with grins as they waved you over. “There they are!” Chris announced into his microphone with a wide grin.

 You were assigned to sit between Lizzie and Chris. Anthony sat on Lizzie’s other side. 

“Where you been, Y/N? We missed you,” Anthony questioned you with a pout, hands forming a heart over his chest. You chuckled and held up your other hand that held a cup of coffee.

“I needed my fix, leave me alone,” you grumbled. Lizzie squeezed your shoulder lightly with a shake of her head, ushering the others to stop picking on you.

“And you didn’t bring me one,” Anthony tutted and Seb called after him, “the betrayal.”

The crowd laughed and cheered.

“So we were just about to get to the fans' questions, Y/N, and I don’t doubt a lot of them have questions about your character in particular,” the moderator said to you and you nodded. 

“Prepare yourself for marriage proposals, Y/N. There is always at least ten for each of us,” Robert said, his voice deep and calm over the mic system. 

Your face went bright red. “Well…” you wanted to swear out of habit, but you held your tongue, your head fell forward. “Dammit.”

More laughs came from the audience. The microphone was set up and any fans who had questions were directed to stand in the queue.

The first fan was a young woman, probably about college age. You leaned forward, your arms folded on the table and made your clothes pull against your frame and you looked intensely focused on the fan. Engaged with what they had to say.

The very act made quite a few people swoon and scream, only your eyes flickered to your cast mates with a raised brow.

“I think the proposals have increased quite a bit now,” Chris said with a smirk. It didn’t help relieve the flush in your face when a few whistles of agreement followed his statement. 

The girl giggled nervously into the mic in front of her and you refocused your attention on her. “Hi,” she said through her giggles and you nodded, hand lifting slightly to wave. 

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and she nodded, “good thank you. I just want to say personally I’m a huge fan of the character, C/N, and I just wanted to ask you how you felt when you got the role to portray them?”

You raised your brows under the weight of the question. You smiled and thanked her for the question. “Hmm, well, I’m not gonna lie it felt scary that I wouldn’t be able to portray the character, but the script writer and director - along with my cast members - they really helped me where I felt I lacked in providing the performance that C/N would. So yeah, thank you for that question, and I’m glad you enjoyed my take on the character, other than that it was a lot of fun.”

She beamed from ear to ear and nodded eagerly. She thanked you profusely and expressed her excitement to see Aftermath in cinemas. Elizabeth patted your hand with a smile. “You did good,” she uttered away from the microphone and you nodded in thanks.

Another fan walked up and greeted the cast. “So I want to know, who would win in a fight against each other: Bucky or C/N?”

“Uh, the correct answer, obviously, would be Ironman.” Robert’s interjection made the crowd fall into a frenzy of hysterics. You grinned, the act natural and your own that you made signature component for your character. 

“Remember who killed your parents,” Sebastian taunted and Robert smirked down the table his way. “Uh,” Sebastian began as he leaned back in thought for a moment, “I kinda want to say Bucky. I don’t think C/N could bring themselves to hurt him. So I think he’d use that to his advantage.”

When the fan inquired about your opinion, you shrugged with a tsk. “I think C/N would only win if someone hurt Wanda.” Your answer made the fans giddy, the uproar of cheers enough to bring the roof down like an earthquake. 

“I have to say that the fight sequence was so intense, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. The cinema I was in was in such a state, I thought it was gonna get shut down,” the next fan began with a giggle. You and your fellow co-stars couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. It really did make you happy to know that you had done well to provide fans with such excitement. The Avenger films were great and adored by the fanbase, your only wish was that you wouldn’t let the dedicated members of the production and the fans down. 

“The fight choreography was brilliant and I wanted to ask what you could share about what went on behind the scenes? Like, how was all of that done?”

Oh, that was a loaded question. “Well…,” you chuckled, “let me first tell you that the entirety of my character fighting in their ‘wolf form’ was me. I did all the motion capture for that–” The room was filled with applaus. “Thank you. Yeah, my stunt double thought it would be funny to visit their family overseas and leave me to do all the motion capture. So I have them to thank for the harness that was riding my ass for the next couple of days,” you answered, though everyone could tell you only meant to tease, that you didn’t mean anything ill about it all. 

The experience of doing all the intense choreography was actually one of the most fun aspects you’d ever done in any of your productions thus far. 

Anthony laughed into his mic then. “I kid you not, we all have a video around twenty minutes long of Y/N doing the motion capture from the gag reel. And it’s hilarious,” he sighed at the end and earnt a laugh from the crowd. 

“It wasn’t easy, man,” you whined, “but– but when I had to do scenes that required a more realistic build, I was saved the embarrassment and actually we had my dog, D/N, do all the motion capture for that.”

A photo of your German Shepherd appeared on the screen above, your arms encircled around them, their head tilted and long tongue hung from their mouth. 

“They’re so cute!” a fan in the crowd shouted and you chuckled. “Damn adorable, I love them. I had to be on guard, I was scared Chris would take them home.”

Chris leaned over in his seat, hand slapped to his chest with a toothy grin as he cackled to himself. “I love that dog so much, what can I say?”

The fan thanked you for your time and walked back to their seat. The next fans were two girls, again around the age of college students walked up together. “Hi!” one of them greeted and the other looked incredibly shy, her friend held her close around the shoulders. 

“Hey there, how are you?” you asked again. You always asked how the fans were, a habit that was just natural. Human. Kind. 

“We’re good thanks. Uh, so this is my friend, Taylor,” she said and indicated to the other girl next to her. She waved and mumbled a meek hello into the mic. Your cheeks folded out into a smile, adoring the girl’s shyness. It was adorable. “And it’s her birthday and I want to ask if you could give her a little birthday present as your character, C/N, please? And with a cherry on top, add your wolf voice?”

Your tongue danced over your teeth as fans left, right and centre cheered and hollered. You could tell it was as much wanted by them as the fans asking for it themselves. “Just out of curiosity, who else is here for their birthday?” you asked and quite a large amount clapped in answer, a view yelled their response.

“Okay, so you can consider this a gift to you guys as well.” You sat forward and rolled your shoulders, getting into the mind of your character. 

“Happy Birthday, Taylor.” You stopped to let the fans burn out their screams before you continued. “Told you, marriage proposals all of them,” Robert commented just as you went to speak and you broke out of character for a moment, face palming your hand. 

“Go on, Wolfie, you gotta appease the fans,” Robert uttered with a wave of his hand to usher you on.

“I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Wanna play fetch some… sometime in the park?” Despite the momentary hiccup, unable to contain the embarrassed giggle in your throat as your face brightened, you finished. 

Even some of your castmates imitated getting flustered, even Lizzie herself fanned her face. Taylor hid her face in her palms and her friend thanked you. 

The other beauty of your performance was that the sound editors had little to do with mixing your vocals for the werewolf voices, you had a knack for making it naturally guttural and animalistic. 

Anthony snickered playfully. “So I think we can agree that Y/N “Wolfie” has taken over the panel. Can we get a shout or clap if you enjoyed Y/N’s performance of C/N?”

You don’t know how it was possible, but that was the loudest you’d heard the fans. 

#marvel #platonic avengers x reader #gn reader #male reader #female reader #sebastian stan x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #robert downey jr x reader #anthony mackie x reader #chris evans x reader #comic con panel #x reader #imagine #mcu

[trippygalaxy]

Hi there, is it okay to request a headcanon on twilight, wild and time with their reader, who's a sleepwalker?

((Idk if this part of your rules, can't find it so if uncomfortable you can delete this))

Not against my rules at all! I'mma go more headcanon style just cause it gonna be easier! Edit: This was pretty fun! I hope you enjoy anon! Pairing: Twilight, Wild, Time x gn!reader (separately) Warnings: None Part 2 Part 3

Twilight

Out of these three, he is the worriest of the worts. It depends on that you do that might cause to reactions.

If you tell him about your situation and have a discussion, he'll be more relaxed about the whole ordeal.

Don't get me wrong, he is still hella worried about your well being and what might happen to you but he can at least plan what to do and precautions to take you both can make to prevent any injuries.

Now, if you hadn't told him about your...nightly habits then he (and the rest of the chain) will be very panicked when you're no where to be found around the camp

Prepare for a lecture of a life time from your very worried lover! But don't take the scolding as him being mad, sure he's upset and sure you gave him a heart attack (probably a panic attack as well) but he's just glad you're alright.

After that, Twi becomes a lot more protective over you. Meaning that he or Wolfie is sleeping on top of you or keeping you in his arms during the night.

If you're not comfortable with touch, he might try and convince you to have your leg tied to his OR a heavy object-- he becomes more insistent if you keep wandering off!

He doesn't mean to baby you or make you feel as if your a danger to yourself, it's just how unpredictable such a condition can be and with all the danger in your lives he couldn't forgive himself if something happened to you while he slept.

Wild

Another worrier but a lot more tame compared to Twi

One of the many insomniacs in The Chain so he's more the likely to be awake when you have your...uh "moments." This means he'll be very aware of the direction you head and will likely follow you, just to keep an eye on ya.

Though he'll try not to wake you up during those moments, Wild will if you're in some sort of danger. But most of the time you can find him trailing close behind while you walk. You could just doing loops around the camp and he'll still follow you like a lost puppy.

He does worry but he knows that if it was a serious issue, you'd had made precautions. You're smart like that, he'd say

Oh but do be prepared for so many pictures. Wild constantly has his sheikah slate on him, so expect a multitude of unflattering images of yourself!

His favourite is a picture of you, eyes closed but smiled wide leant over a half-woken Twilight, mid stroke of petting the wolf pelt.

Wild says that you said that you were "talking to wolfie and giving him the love and appreciation he deserves," and neither Twilight or yourself can conform that statement but....To be honest it sounds very plausible...

Over all, Wild does worry about you but he understands that your the one that has had to live with this condition and has the best idea how to handle it! But that's not gonna stop him from getting amazing black mail >:))

Time

The second most worried but also mildly amused!

Like Twi and Wild, the old man is concerned about this nightly "habit" as he calls it. Similar to Wild, he'll make sure you don't wander off if you happen to walk while he's on his night shift and will also find your strange shenanigans quite entertaining (he may or may not have had drawn on your face and blame the other boys, much to their dismay). But unlike Twilight, he takes a more subtle approach to the situation.

Time tries to figure out what the cause of your sleepwalking might be. He's heard some causes could be lack of sleep and/or extreme stress and anxiety as well as it simply being a trait passed down from family.

First, he decides to test the first option. Time will take any of your night shifts, waving off your protests. He also encourages you to take naps during their mid day breaks, promising to wake you up in a couple minutes (those "couple minutes" turn into an hour and a half)

If lack of sleep is not the cause of your sleepwalking, he'll stubbornly move on to the second option, more determined than before.

The implications do make him worry. Had you've been keeping something from him? If something racks you with so much stress it causes your body to walk whilst you slept, it must be a serious matter.

So, with those thoughts lingering in his mind Time pulls you aside during the night and has a talk with you. As gently as he can, Time brings up his concerns and awaits your response.

If you admit to stress playing a factor to your nightly habits Time is quick to offer his help. Whether that's a second set of hands or a new open mind or simply a shoulder to cry on, he'll be there in a heart beat.

If stress isn't the factor than he really is stumped, but that doesn't mean he's gonna stop from trying to find ways to lessen the amount of sleepwalking episodes you have!

#linked universe #linked universe headcanons #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #lu time #lu wild #lu twilight #lu x reader #reader insert #trippy answers #tales out of orbit

[wolflyndraws]

I have a stance on this that i always have when something like this happens: I simply wait to hear both sides of the story. Kwite and Dream thought me that waiting it's important to hear both sides out. Wilbur thought me that I have to be prepared that it could be very much true. But what is happening on twt right now is what also happened october 2022 before Dream made an official statement. People call him out, say awful stuff and do not wait for any form of statement before going on a witch hunt.

As a victim myself I totally understand that supporting the victim is important and believing as well. But people should STILL wait to hear both sides or for some form of proof when the accused says it's not true.

We waited more than a year for Dream's video about it. Kwite didn't say anything AT ALL until he dropped a video 3 weeks later. So I am more than willing to wait for George to make an official statement and in that time I will simply prepare myself as good as I can for it to be true and what the exact dimensions of him fucking up are (If he simply didn't understand social cues or if he did it on purpose).

Prepare for the worst and hope for the best. I hope you're opay Wolfy, we love and appreciate you <3

I agree w this I think

But I also think it kinda exploded on Twitter because this accusation happened like RIGHT after the Wilbur situation when everyone on twt was shocked and hprrified for the first time in a while ever since the Dream accusations and this time it was true and now they’re just treating this situation as a full on he did it and he’s unredeemavle like Wilbur (I’ve seen MANY tweets comparing this situation to the Wilbur one which… I don’t think is the same at all but)

I’m just gonna wait to see his pov it’s weird that everyone there is acting exacrly like when Dream accusation dropped but ig that’s smiletwt and also like I kinda get it cause I think everyone’s just tired of the fandom and the accusations b still some are overblowing and doom posting a bit (including me which I regret)

[novankenn]

Ah, come on!?!

SIX

Ilia Amitola squeezed her hands together as was led room by room through her on-boarding process. The first room was like a scene from a bad police drama, with a rather unhinged blond-haired woman asking her about every facet of her short life. It was rather unnerving the amount of information the woman had on Ilia.

After the interrogation, she was led into what amounted to a doctor's office and went through and extensive... and invasive examination. Ilia shivered as she remembered the number of shots, vaccinations, and blood samples she was subjected to.

The third room, looked like a school room, and this is where she had been for the last four hours. Watching videos, reading manuals, and writing short multiple choice tests. All of it about policy, procedures, the Inner Circle's mission statement, and the organizations... structure of command.

Ilia: (Mumbling to herself) I might have made a mistake.

????: Ms Ilia Amitola?

Ilia: (Looking up from the seventeenth manual she was reading) Yes?

????: Hello, I'm Terra Cotta-Arc. I'm here to escort you to the department you have been assigned to. If you please.

Ilia: I'm already assigned to a department? Can I ask which one, or is it a secret?

Terra: Of course you can know to which department you have been assigned. It wouldn't make much sense to hire and on-board you and then not tell you where you'd be working.

Ilia: Sorry... just been a long day.

Terra: I've been there. You think this is bad, wait until you try dating one of the Arcs... that's a verification process.

Ilia: Sorry? Did you say dating?

Terra: Well, not dating anymore. (Lifts her left hand to show the golden band on her ring finger) I married into the family!

Ilia: Ah... um... congratulations?

Terra: Thank you, (grows serious) but don't think you can sleep your way up to the top. People are promoted by merit and talent... not who they shack up with.

Ilia: Okay? Wasn't planning on doing any of that...

Terra: Good. Now please follow me.

/==/ A 1 Hour Bus Ride Later /==/

Ilia was really starting to feel like she had made a massive mistake in signing up with the Inner Circle. The White Fang was bad enough, but this place... this organization just seemed... whacked. During the ride over Terra informed Ilia she would be assigned to the Grimm Development Department.

That shocked Ilia as she had no idea that Grimm could be... developed. Then seeing the building the supposedly secure and state of art lab was located in... a rundown warehouse. Brought that deep sense of disappointment back... hard and fast.

Terra: Let me introduce you to your co-workers!

Ilia: Okay... I guess?

Terra: Don't let the looks fool you. Jaune runs a tight ship and is VERY talented.

Ilia: Is he?

Terra: He is. (Her smile becomes sinister) I do suggest and thoughts of seducing him and then breaking his heart... better vanish from your pretty little head.

Ilia: I wasn't! I swear! I'm into women!

Terra: Be that as it may. (Terra's smile grew more malicious.) We have ways to make problems... disappear. Don't become a problem. Okay?

Ilia: Yes, I completely understand. No problem here, ever.

Terra: (Cheery smile instantly returns) Great!

Ilia fought hard to not visibly shake as Terra lead her to the door and opened it.

Terra: Jaune! I have someone you need to meet!

Jaune: (Muffled) BUSY!

Terra: Jaune! Get over here and introduce yourself to your new co-worker!

Jaune / Wolfie / Hydra: CO-WORKER! We have a CO-WORKER?

Terra: Yes, no come out and meet her!

Ilia was seriously, as in deeply seriously reconsidering her life choices as she heard the stampede of feet rushing in her direction.

(== Table of Contents ==)

#rwby #miss kuroitsu from the monster development department #jaune arc #salem #jaune is a grimm designer #anthropomorphic grimm #humanoid grimm #wolf bete #hydra #ilia amitola #All of Jaune's sisters outrank him in the organization #salem wants world domination not destruction

[unexpectedstormy]

Prompt ask: Cuddles

Bonus points if it includes Wild, Hyrule, Legend, and/or Ravio or Wolfie 💜

Oops. Here's 1051 words of everyone's favorite chaos duo (and Epona too!) somehow managing mischief even when trapped in an icy sinkhole.

******

"Well this is fun," Wild said, hands on his hips and looked up at the tall and ice-covered walls of the circular pit they were in.

"I wouldn't call being portaled into an inescapable icy sinkhole as fun," Hyrule said.

"At least we got the horse," Wild glanced Epona who made an annoyed horse noise and shook her mane.

"And we got everyone's stuff too," Hyrule said eyeing Epona's saddlebags. "We should look through them and see if there's anything we can use to get out of here like a hookshot or something."

"Good idea, ehehehe, and we have a rare opportunity to see what cool stuff they've got hidden away," Wild said.

Three raided sweets stashes, two explosions, and one weirdly angry bottled bee later and the two boys found nothing that could help them escape their icy prison; annoyingly, the rest of their companions had kept their mobility items on their person for the portal jump.

“I hope everyone else is okay out there,” Hyrule said making a little next out of blankets and clothes from everyone’s bags. “The sky is clear tonight which means it is going to be very cold.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” Wild said piling blankets on Epona’s back. “Probably. Hopefully…. They better be.”

“How thick do you think this ice is?” Hyrule tapped a bare patch of dark blue ice that filled the entire bottom of the sinkhole. “It looks thick enough to tolerate a fire, don’t you think?”

“If it can hold the weight of a fully-laden horse I’m sure it’s thick enough for a bonfire, let alone a regular campfire.”

“Oh? Bonfire time? I’ll start setting it up!”

“Don’t get too crazy,” Wild cautioned. “I’d rather not go swimming if we can help it. Also, you don’t happen to have any grass or hay for Epona in your pack do you?”

“Uh, sorry, no. I only have breadsticks, salted ham, and all of Warriors’ candy.”

“Hmm. Alright. Sorry girl, looks like you’re having only apples and carrots for dinner.”

Epona made a horse noise that was the equivalent of “I really don’t mind. Give me all the apples and carrots you got.”

******

Two hours later, Hyrule and Wild were cozied up together in the blanket and clothing nest well fed and sitting in front of the roaring bonfire with Epona standing close behind on her own bed of blankets laid down for her (sorry Legend, they’re your blankets).

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?” Wild asked. Hyrule sighed.

“Probably a while. The others have no way to know that we’re down here. It’s not like we walked here and left tracks or a trail for Wolfie to follow.”

“I have enough apples for Epona to last two or three days at the most, then we’ll have to start sharing our food with her,” Wild said. “I love you Epona, but I’d rather not give you all the wheat and rice I have, which isn’t very much to start with.”

“I wonder if she likes salted ham,” Hyrule pondered. “Or candy.”

“She probably does,” Wild shrugged. “They say horses are omnivores. Isn’t that right, girl?”

Epona made a horse noise that meant “I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.”

“Despite the literal icy prison we’re in, this isn’t so bad,” Hyrule mused. “We’ve got a bigger fire than Time normally lets us make, all the blankets we could ever want, and nobody to fight with over the food. We can eat as much bread and meat skewers and other people’s sweets as we want.”

“You know what? You’re right,” Wild agreed. “Let’s enjoy being in ice jail while we’re here.”

“I hope they don’t find us anytime soon,” Hyrule said. “We’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of exploring what’s in everyone’s packs.”

“Hehe, then let’s get back to it… in the morning,” Wild yawned. “I’m tired and it’s cold.”

“Sure thing,” Hyrule said and nestled even further down into the blankets like a kitten.

******

“Well you guys look cozy,” a voice woke both Wild and Hyrule in the early morning.

“Twilight!” Wild exclaimed disentangling himself from the blanket pile he’d burrowed into. “What are you doing here?!”

“Looking for you two. And Epona. And all our stuff. Which it looks like you took the liberty of exploring.”

“You realize this is an ice-filled sinkhole and we can’t get out of here right?” Hyrule said. “You just trapped yourself down here with us.”

“How do you think I got down here?” Twilight rattled the climbing harness and the rope that connected him to the upper rim of the sinkhole. Sky and Legend waved down at them. Hyrule waved back and Wild gave them a thumbs up.

“Oh yay, we’re saved,” Hyrule said apathetically.

“Why don’t you sound excited?” Twilight asked. “We’re going to fish you out of this hole.”

“Is everyone else alright?” Wild asked.

“Yeah, everyone’s fine. We all managed to find the same hunting cabin and stayed the night there.”

“How did you even find us?” Hyrule asked.

“We saw your smoke signal,” Twilight motioned to the smoldering remains of their bonfire. “You went a little crazy, didn’t ya?” Hyrule giggled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wild said.

“It’s a perfectly ordinary regular-sized campfire,” Hyrule said.

“Neigh,” Epona disagreed.

“Are you two going to get up or just sit there wrapped in blankets like a pair of hibernating bears?”

“Alright, alright, we’re going,” Wild reluctantly stood up and Hyrule groaned and wrapped the blankets around his shoulders even tighter.

“Four’s making berry porridge at the cabin, so if you want some before Wind eats it all, you two had better hurry up,” Twilight said.

“The question is how do we get Epona out of the pit?” Hyrule asked.

“That’s the easy part,” Wild said. “I have horse armor that can teleport the horse. All I—or you or Time—have to do is to whistle the horse-call song and poof! There she is beside you.”

“What? Seriously? That’s so cool!” Hyrule exclaimed.

“Let’s do that then,” Twilight said. “You two get up and pack up and we’ll rappel you up.”

“This has been one short lived vacation,” Hyrule said. “But it was a good one.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Wild agreed.

The End.

#an unexpected ask #ask game #I don't pretend to know anything about horses or horse noises #I remember nothing from my elementary school horse phase #linked universe #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu epona #lu twilight #crack #fluff #stormy writes

[theliterarywolf]

Oh my God it happened! I had my first ever Karen parent encounter today. Wolfy! *kicks door open* Holy FUCK!

Story Time.

It's spring break so we're doing room by room detailing (Custodian Guard!), not quite the deep scrub of Summer where it all smells new at the end but more like doing a solid once over with a vacuum and a pleather touch-up

I have the fire doors at the end of the hall closed since the school technically is open but they're not supposed to go beyond the office without a chaperone. I hear this ungodly banging. Like someone is trying to actually break through a union rated fire door. I was shown the mess of where one of the SpecEd kids had a sensory over load and wigged. Ended up running body first into the door and then puking all over it from the pain of...something or other. I heard collar bone and also dislocation and also head trauma. I DIGRESS! Bang, bang, bang. At the door Wolfy! I go see WTF and poke my head out. This 5 foot something of a pants suit wearing business woman with a fucked up hawk cut (looked kind of like that ugly fug from the Lorax) rips the door from my hand and barges past. THIS FUCKING BITCH ignores me as I keep pace demanding to know what in the world she thinks she's doing. She stops at a locker, points, and tells me to open it. I said No. And oh NO, uh oh, round the fucking merry go round we go! This bitch explodes! "This is my child's locker and if it's my child's locker its my locker now open it!" Or some such. Honestly she was pitching into my tinnitus and I just started tuning her out. Shrills of property rights, and police, and I let her wear her self out when the door opens again and there's my HoF, El Jefe. It's spring break, the HBIC up behind the big desk put him in charge. He already looks like he's ready to take his crock off and knock her block off LA CHANKLA style.

No, he's a true working class gentlemen. Friendly, but authoritative; assertive, but even handed. Asks her how she got in, what she was doing, why she was doing it. Would not let her talk over him. She accused me of cursing. I said check the cameras. We go and see the display in the security office and since our cams capture sound as well everyone got to see an awesome rendition of Cotton Candy complete with booty dance (I'm doing my job I don't give a fuck), before we find out she had tried the office, they denied her entry, so she just went looking for an unlocked door and barged her way past a delivery that was in progress, made her way to my hall, and began knocking, pounding, then attempting to break her way through the fire door and her entire tirade is caught on persistent media device. Nobody clapped because this bitch is throwing insults at everyone. Then I found out WHY she was so upset. I said I was going to explain that I couldn't open anything without my bosses approval, but she launched into a fit and that's when El Jefe showed up. So we call the HBIC and she's pissed because she's using actual vacation hours to ensure a spring break for her kids and tells us to take security and open the locker. Kid was vaping. Cart box fell out soon as I opened the locker. Peaches n Cream cool hit single cart. 10 year old kid. Fuck. I know I did nothing wrong but I told her I understand her shock and empathized any ways. Knowing that your kid is doing nicotine and god knows what else from these prepackaged crap packets. Security takes pictures, emails are sent, CC'd, forwarded, in duplicate, witness statements, police were called but no charges pressed she was just walked off the premises with little coaxing. I think she was just processing at that point. Found out later through the break-room telephone that the kid ended up in a local Psych hospital...I honestly feel worse for the kid knowing that. The places we have in this town are just...fucking scams.

See, you got the 'fun' unhinged Karen, I always got the 'how dare that teacher say something not perfectly squeaky clean to my precious baby! I demand to be let on campus so I can beat her ass at ONCE!' Karens.

Even though the 'not perfectly squeaky clean' comments were:

High School - *in response to a kid shouting 'I like my bitches silent' across the classroom several times during class'* "You probably shouldn't call someone else a bitch when you're acting like a bitch yourself, now get out.'

Middle School - *in response to a kid being disrespectful and saying that they don't even want to be in school* "You know, back when I taught high school, sometimes the best advice I could give to people with your point of view was 'maybe you should just drop out'."

*in response to the class refusing to settle down after utilizing literally all of the school's call-to-actions and calls-for-silence* "Okay, I want it as silent as a corpse in here, thank you..."

But, I have to say, I was laughing at your Cotton Candy booty-shaking antics... Then I got sad near the end.

[doodle-pops]

My Shy, Shy Kitten

Celegorm x reader

Kinktober 2022: Sixty-nine/First-Time

Request: Hi! I love your writing and your blog💕 Can I requests prompt 62 from the 3rd list with Celegorm please?

A/N: I hope I didn't make him appear OC in this, but here's everyone's favourite feral elf.

Warnings: fembod, sixty-nine, handjob, oral (m and f receiving), first-time intimacy, fingering (f receiving)

Word Count: 5k

Synopsis: A camping trip with your beloved and his dog in the wood during a full moon; what could possibly go wrong? Apparently, many (good) things.

Prompt: “I-I’ve never done this before, so I’m afraid you’d have to guide me”

Stepping out of the shared tent that Celegorm had built, you walked into the cleared area he made earlier for the bonfire. The rocks were already neatly arranged in a circle, all that was left were the firewood that your lover had insisted on fetching over an hour ago. Huan had remained at your side to keep your company since he had grown very fond of you from the first meetings and always defended you as Celegorm dished out his little bullying.

The fluffy oversized hound had floppy to the cool ground and refused to move given that the summer heat was killing you both. You could only hope that the night wouldn’t make overly hot, it was your first camping trip, and to back out on the first night because of the heat would be embarrassing – to you and not Celegorm.

Sitting criss-cross beside Huan, you threaded your fingers through his fur and listened to his purring as you observed the birds singing in the canopy. The sun was setting, casting an orange fire blazing the sky and splitting through the forest trees in its array of colours. To your left, you were able to glimpse the moon semi-visible in the blue sky, distant and round as ever, waiting patiently to glow to its fullest tonight. Celegorm had told you that tonight was a full moon, and it was going to be at its fullest and closest in years. However, his statement couldn’t help but spark a question in your heart since you’ve heard about particular creatures existing.

“Tyelko, wouldn’t there be werewolves in the forest during the full moon?”

Your question had made his neck swerve so hard, you heard about five cracks as he stared flabbergasted at you and your question, “Werewolves? Oh ho, don’t tell me my little kitten is terrified of the big bad wolf? Are you afraid of him eating you up? You do look rather appetizing my dear, and I would love to have a taste – ”

He never got to finish his teasing because you had already known from his response that it wasn’t true, and he was only teasing. He received quite the number of smacks to his head before being shoved off the sofa as he boisterously laughed. Thinking back on the memory, you let loose a few tinkering laughter and shook your head at your foolishness. Funny how silly people were when in love – the crazy things that make the time spent memorable.

“Now, now, what has you so glad kitten? It couldn’t be Huan? I told him that you were mine and off limits.” His voice was too playful, but it matched his appearance. The light forest green orbs that racked your body with every step were accompanied by a wolfy grin. Proudly showing off his spectacular canines that were revealed lastly as his grin increased from the attention. He appeared youthful and glowing, as though he was an innocent young ellon who just reached maturity.

On his shoulder, he carried a small bundle of firewood, while dragging the rest behind him. He had brought enough to keep the fire ablaze all night which eased your nerves, given that you were terrified of the creatures lurking in the dark and the dark. Kind of him to remember this and attempt to soothe your fear. Shocking, given that he was quick to jump on everyone’s fears and strike at them with it, but for you, he had never made the move to terrorize or slander you.

“Nothing really, I was just remembering my werewolf question.” You responded so shyly knowing that he was about to tease your question again.

Sliding his eyes over to you as he prepped the firewood for lighting, he snorted. His own memories about the question replayed in his head and he wanted to relive them. “Still thinking a werewolf is going to come out and devour you kitty? The only werewolf that’s doing that is me – you know that no one gets to have a bite.”

Casting his head in your direction, he gave you a lip bite followed by a wink. His antics made you squeal and hide behind your hands as you rose them to cover your blushing face. Out of all his cousins and siblings, Celegorm was the most direct, flirtatious and open about his wants and desires with shame. He always flirted with you as though you weren’t courting for more than ten months now. Little brushes of his hands in risqué areas, dangerous kisses that left you wanting more and predatory gazes which left you hot and bothered, Celegorm did them all.

“You’d probably need to season me first before eating. I might be a bit on the bland side.”

Clutching his stomach and howling in laughter, he forgot about the firewood and threw himself onto the dirt ground. Huan had followed, understanding the humour behind the joke and barked in response to its hilarity. Wiggling on the ground like a worm and wheezing, Celegorm had to give you a point, your comeback was hilarious.

“I’ll – I’ll give that one to you…kitten. I just hope I brought the right seasonings for later.”

Nightfall came faster than ever and before you knew it, you and Celegorm were lying on your stomachs at the entrance of the tent and gazing at the fire while exchanging stories. Most of his stories were compilations of his irresponsible youthful days as an apprentice under the Valar, Orome. From how he broke his bones to were his worst scars came from, he had a story for every encounter and a show to perform. You needed to have a re-enactment of his catastrophic moments no matter how far-fetched they may have appeared.

You watched on for hours, both you and Huan, feeling your eyes drooping and becoming heavy. It was rude to fall asleep in the middle of his storytelling, but when sleep was calling you had to shut it down, but lucky Celegorm was observant enough to notice this. Keeping the fire going, he helped to pull you into the tent, shutting the flaps and tying the ends, before bringing your body close to his and drawing the covers over you both. Despite his body being warm during the summer, at night, the coldness that settled in required coverings instead of his body warmth. Planting a chaste kiss on your head, he watched as you drowned yourself in sleep while he looked on.

Between dream and reality, you weren’t sure if the uncomfortable hardness pressing into your butt was an aspect of the dream world or reality. But the more you reached out to search for the discomfort, the more it grew. On natural instinct, your body moved to feel the hardness, pushing your ass further into it and rubbing it to identify to the object. It felt both hard and soft and the same time and you didn’t know of any object at the moment which felt like that.

Groaning at the discomfort, you awoke, still feeling the hardness poking into your ass. Turning was difficult since Celegorm’s grip was relentless, but you had managed to throw his overly buff arm off and wiggle away. Once you did, lifting the sheets to view what was hidden underneath didn’t reveal the object. There wasn’t a damn thing laying between you both…or there was?

The most prominent figure of the unmistakable cock from your lover was erected and visible through his trousers. Could it be that you were rubbing against his cock? You couldn’t help but flash your eyes over to see if he showed any signs of being awake to reduce embarrassment. Sitting up, you crawled closer so you could lean in to ensure that it was his cock and not something else when the deepest sensual and teasing voice echoed through the tent.

“If want a better look, I’d take my trousers off for you kitten. All you have to do is say the magic word.” There, propped on his elbow, laid your provocative lover. His eyes were a darker shade than earlier, or perhaps it was the lighting. His pupils were dilated and from your observation, you could tell that he was aroused.

“I-I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to see what was poking me in my butt. That’s all.” Waving your hands frantically like a mad woman, you wanted to make it clear that you had no intentions of being sneaky.

“Relax, I’m only teasing. Sorry about making you uncomfortable while resting, you can sleep on the other side.” His hands moved to grab the pillow and sheets to hand over so you wouldn’t need to come closer if it bothered you greatly.

“What are you going to do about that then? Can’t imagine it being comfortable.” You whispered in hush-hush secrecy as if someone was listening on the outside, though, your focus on his cock echoed your amazement.

“Might sleep it off, or leave to go into the forest to deal with it,” it was then as he spoke and turned his head to face you, he captured the look of wonder and a hint of lust as your tongue darted out to lick at your lips, “Why? Would you like to help me kitten?”

Staring at his erection and watching as it grew, when the silence struck, you snapped your eyes over to meet his hungrily gazing at you with predatory instincts embedded in his mind. He could have you right here and now, devour you like the whole world was watching and made it feel as though it was only you both. He craved a taste, your taste, but only if you allowed him – just say the words. “I'd like to, b-but I-I've never done this before, so I'm afraid you'd have to guide me.

How insanely sweet and delicate you were to him.

That was all he needed to act on his desire. Licking his lips, he lifted a finger and beckoned you over to him. In response, you threw the sheet and pillow aside and timidly crawled on your hands and knees over to him with an eager look in your starry eyes. Your innocence made him want to ravish you there and then. As you approached him, he sat up and reached out his right hand to tug you closer before trailing his fingers from the said hand up your bosom, over your hardened nipples to wrap around your neck. He listened to the little gasps and whimpers you released as his fingers grazed your buds, but his mouth ate them up as he attached his lips to yours greedily.

Controlling the kiss, his hand around your neck squeezed the sides of your windpipe making you gasp for an intake of breath. Celegorm chose to dive in once again to slip his tongue pasted your lips and wrap it skilfully around your inexperienced one. Sucking the muscle and biting your lips, he’d pull your tongue past your lips to suck on as he shifted to pull you onto his lap.

At the break in the kiss, Celegorm refused to slow the momentum and recaptured your lips in another heated kiss that made butterflies form in your heat. The build-up of your arousal was flowing into your underwear and slowly soaking the flimsy material. Celegorm knew this. In fact, if it weren’t for his predatory hunter instincts, he wouldn’t have smelt it, and he did. Growling into the kiss as your arousal waffled through the air with each kiss, his touches became rougher with every growing second.

“Tyelko, I’ve never done anything like this before – ”

“Relax kitten, I’ll guide you, and in return, you’ll be rewarded.”

Following his words, his lips dropped from yours, leaving a string of saliva between you both and attaching themselves to your neck. Making the most of the opportunity, he widened his mouth enough to sink his infamous canines into the juncture of your neck, most definitely leaving behind a large purple bruise. Sucking on the spot and slaving his tongue over the area to soothe, his teeth attached themselves to another area and so the process continued.

Celegorm found your skin sweet and addicting, like his own drug. With every bite he delivered, your nails raked themselves through his scalp, pulling and tugging his hair venom. He was enjoying the searing pain in his scalp; it forced him to become more and more animalistic as the sensation grew.

“Fuck, your skin tastes divine – did you coat yourself in honey kitten? I could just eat you up.” He spoke directly into your skin as he licked a bold stripe from the base of your neck to your ear. Once he arrived at your ear, his lips nibbled at the soft skin behind before ascending to bite at the tips and blow hot air over it. He felt you shiver and a trail of goosebumps forming.

The growing sensation of his lips on your skin caused the pool of arousal growing in your underwear to leak and dip all over his trousers. He felt the wetness as his hips moved in accordance with the receiving pleasure. Sliding his hands down to cup your round ass, he delivered slaps and pinches.

Marvelling at the firmness and weight it held, he roamed his hands across the expanse, pleased that it was finally in his hands after months of waiting. Taking his large palm, he squeezed at your globes and imagined that soon he’d have more than just his hands on them. Maintaining his grip, he used them as stability to guide your hips over his as your cunt rubbed against his straining cock.

“Ah, Tyelko…” the first cry of his name in the most pleasureful tone made him growl in rejoicing.

Removing his hands from your hips, he motioned for you to continue as he discarded his shirt and went unbuttoning your shirt. With less haste knowing that you wouldn’t be pleased if he tore your shirt to shreds, he undressed your upper body, licking his lips with every inch of skin revealed. More skin to sink his teeth into.

When all the buttons were undone, he tugged the wings of your shirt open, only to groan in frustration at the interruption from you. Your arms shot out to cover your front from his eyes, not entirely sure if you wanted him to see you naked. His mouth felt divine on your skin and sure, you would love to have it on the rest of your body, but it was nerve-wracking to have him view you naked as you were born.

“Kitten…it’s only fair if you’re in the same condition as I am. I can’t be the only one naked, now that’s just unfair.” He whined at you while he tugged on the ends of your shirt. Sounding like a kid who wasn’t getting their way, Celegorm stuck out his lower lips and trembled them in hopes of getting you to conform.

“I know, I know, but I’m just nervous. This is the first time you’re viewing me naked, it’s not everyday normality.”

“Not exactly first time princess. Remember when you were drunk and you threw up all over yourself, I was left to clean you up and well…naked you were.” Grinning at you before biting his lip, he wiggled his brows at you mischievously.

“So…so you know what I look like underneath?”

“In a sense, yes. Though it was very dark, so I only got faint outlines, but yes.”

The disappointment was written across your face at the hopes of this being your first-time naked revealment, only to have it shattered. Sighing and melting yourself into his lap, you withdrew the ends of your shirt from his hands and held it in yours. “You always know how to spoil a good moment Tyelko.”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m seeing you for the hundredth time, it’s always going to be like the first princess. So, are you going to do me the honours?” quick to shift the conversation back to the moment and not wanting to kill the mood, he danced his eyes over to your chest, hinting at the reveal.

Closing your eyes and counting to three, you refused to look him in the eye as your hands shakily pulled back your shirt to reveal your full bosom. Perky nipples standing up once the cold night’s air stuck and flushed with your arousal, Celegorm had to stop from throwing himself at your buds. Your shirt was now resting in the crook of your elbows, not yet falling to the floor.

Luckily, Celegorm noticed this and smoothly slid his hands along your arms to push the material off. Once it fell to the floor, you would have expected him to relatch his mouth upon your skin but instead, his hand gripped your chin and guided your mouth back to his.

“Kiss me first dove.”

Reclaiming your lips in a softer kiss, overly soft from his earlier aggression, you realized that he was aware of your obvious nerves. If you were going to openly engage in a serious act with him, he wanted you to be as relaxed as possible. Feeling his calloused hand travelling your back, mapping out the area as he kisses you slower, you shivered under his touch. His hand were warm and left goosebumps everywhere they landed. His other hand which held your chin moved to cup your neck, tilting it to the side to give him access to your neck once again. His hot tongue over the cooled area made you mewl at the contact. On instinct, your hips shifted over his cock, emitting a groan from him as well.

“Just like that, you’re doing so well.” His voice was heavy with lust but still left room for appraisal.

Your lashes flutter as his lips descended on your skin, while your hips regained momentum to continue grinding against his cock. His textured tongue brushed the tip of your bud before he wrapped his lips around it. Sucking and tugging at the flesh as if water from the heavens would come pouring out, you threw your head back at the oncoming pleasure building up in your slower region. Switching from different breasts, as one had his mouth occupied, the other gained his hand – biting at the flesh and sucking as though it was his holy grail.

“Ah, feels so good Tyelko.” With your head tossed back, you released a loud moan at the pleasure he delivered so well. Chuckling at your response, the vibrations were sent through your body prompting you to gasp.

Hips pumping rutting furiously against each other, the groans and grunts of your ongoing promiscuous late-night activities echoed through the forest nearby, and poor Huan had to nap elsewhere.

Forcing himself to pull his mouth off your breast, his hands eagerly travelled lower to the waistband of your trousers. Ready to untie your laced, he froze when he realized his hastiness. “May I?”

Removing yourself from his clutches, you clambered off his lap with deer legs and stood before him with your hands on your laces, untying them. Celegorm smirked and licks his lips anticipating the final reveal of your naked form. He felt as though you were fairly giving him a performance like he gave to you earlier on. Once your hands and dipped into the sides of your trousers to push the material off, you chose to look past Celegorm while he eyed your pants slithering past your skin and falling to the floor. The way his eyes roamed your skin made you want to cower like prey. The look of hunger in his green orbs, it also made you feel desired and wanted – great power was felt in your chest at the revelation.

“Well, it’s only fair that I also remove mine as well, ay kitten.” He spoke as he moved to tower over you with eager hands untying his trousers and dropping them to the floor with great ease.

The muscles that littered his fine body gave cause to have your mouth drooling. Battle scars adorned his skin and gave it a marbled appearance. You couldn’t help but step closer to stretch out your hand and outline his skin and watched as he shivered under your touch. Trailing across his pectorals, your fingers grazed his nipples and trailed their way down his ripped stomach. Feeling him clenching his abs and breathing increase as your hands got closer to where he wanted you most, you stopped at his pelvis to trace his indents before dropping your hands and looking up at him.

“Why stop? You were doing fine.”

“I don’t know how to…”

“Watch and repeat princess.”

Lifting his hand to his cock, you watched as his hand swiped at the tip to collect his precum before smearing it across his length. Then, without any build-up, his hands glided across his length with haste and desperation. Flicking his wrist expertly as he had done numerously, he kept his gaze locked on you, biting and gnawing at his lips.

Locking his predatory gaze with your prey-like ones, he felt more of his arousal leaking from his tip from his special spectator. Your eyes were glued to his hand fluid hand motion as he pumped himself and demonstrated what he wanted you to do. Your tongue couldn’t help but dart out as if you were hoping his leaking tip would fall into your mouth. You’ve heard of women pleasuring their lovers by placing their mouths on their nether regions, and you wondered if he’d let you try.

Smirking at your innocence, he took your dainty hands in his other hand and tugged you closer to his body till you felt the heat radiating. Guiding your hands to where his cock stood, mighty and tall, girthy and veiny, he wrapped your slender fingers around his thick cock. Sighing at the feeling of another hand on his cock, he clasped his hand with yours and assisted you with jerking him off. The sensation felt weird but seeing how wrapped up in the pleasure your lover was experiencing, you pushed the thoughts aside and continued. Your hand barely covered his girth and required the help of your other.

Twisting and squeezing his cock, you watched as he threw his head back and allowed for his silver silky strands to cascade down his back. The veins in his neck became prominent and twitched with every moan ripping from his throat. It was something you realized, he wasn’t holding back with his noises, he wanted you to know how well you were pleasuring him, how phenomenal he was feeling.

Still keeping your hands on his cock, you attempted to act on your earlier thoughts. Bending to your knees and maintaining your rhythm, you excitedly leaned into his cock and flicked your tongue out to sample his tip which caught Celegorm off guard. Before he was able to say something about your actions, he was cut off as your warm, wet cavern enveloped his cock and dribbled on all of him.

“Oh fuck, kitten,” his hand shot out to grip a handful of your hair as he shouted, “I didn’t know you were so eager. Best we speed things up. Come.”

Releasing your hair, he moved to grip your shoulders as he laid himself on his back and pulled you to lie atop him, this time, he positioned you to face his cock and your cunt now rested above his face. You could feel his hot breath hovering over your heat, and you knew he was licking his lips impatiently wanting to dive in. “This way, we both get the best of both worlds sweetheart.”

Those were his last words before he planted his face directly in your cunt, licking a bold strip from your clit to your rim. Swirling the bud around his tongue and nipping at it, he attached his lips to your clit to suck the life out of it. Feeling you jerk in his hold; his arms rose to hold your waist. Tantalizing licks from your entrance to your clit, you felt his tongue dancing around your entrance before dipping into thrust. Collecting all your juices on his tongue and drinking them up, you heard him moan as his face was buried in your cunt.

On the other end, you were attempting to focus your attention on his cock, but given his professionalism in the area of pleasure, you found it hard to return. Your grip on his cock was tightening with every lick and with the growing fire in your abdomen, you fought to catch yourself and give your attention to his unattended cock. Straining and desperate for some comfort, his cock stood angrily as it awaited the return of your mouth.

Taking your time to fit him in, you barely got far given his remarkable girth that filled your mouth to the maximum, but where your mouth didn’t fit, your hands covered. Bobbing your head along his girthy cock, you strained your ear to listen to his grunts as you sucked him off. Slobbering on his cock and making a mess, Celegorm felt your drool running down his cock and decided to provide his own assistance. Planting his feet on the ground, without warning, he gave a slow thrust into your mouth to alert you of his change in pace.

“Relax your mouth love, hollow your cheeks for me.” his commanded before he dived back into your cunt and began the motion of his hips.

Starting off with slow thrusts so you could get the hang of it, his thrusts gradually increased and the only sounds that you heard throughout the small spacing were your moans and grunts along with slurping and gurgling. Celegorm’s thrusts were a warning of what was to come later and how relentless he was. There were times he forgot that you had to breathe and continued to thrust making you gag, a sound he enjoyed, so you would have to pull away to catch your breath before returning.

You could feel the fire in your abdomen building, the tower forever rising, threatening to burst from the vicious tongue action on the other end. Toes curled and your brain lagged as a finger entered you while his lips were attached to your clit, when it began thrusting, you lost it. The roughness of his finger was the perfect texture to glide past your gummy walls. Thick and it filled you up nicely, maybe not as nice as his cock would, but it filled you up well. It didn’t take long to feel the nudging of a second finger wiggling its way beside the first and soon, thrusting into your cunt.

“Oh fuck, Tyelko…ngghh.” He was enjoying all the cries you made, especially when his names slipped past your ever-so-sweet lips. He wanted to eat up all the sounds you were making.

Speeding up his ministrations, he curled his fingers to aim for your sweet spot right off the bat. Ripping another shriek from your throat, he knew had found it and pushed your limit to abuse your spot. Holding your body in his vice grip of an arm, he thrust his fingers alongside the flicking of his tongue. A deadly combo from the most skilled and deadliest hunter of them all, Celegorm was going in for the kill. Shaking his head and running his tongue along your entrance, he slipped his tongue in and thrust all three synchronously, never allowing you to feel empty.

His skills were unmatched and unchallenged. Your poor brain couldn't find the time to question his upper hand at the experience he so proudly demonstrated. The synchronized thrusts of his hips along his tongue and fingers were baffling as they provided the right amount of contentment. Your body arched and wiggled hopelessly, but couldn't get a inch of relief from his titanium grip. His embrace spoke volumes just like his deadly tongue and finger punching the wind out your chest. A toss of his head left and head expertly rolled his tongue in places untouched. In and out, up and down, his tongue and fingers rode you like a rogue wave and left you drifting in the currents, deeply being tugged around further and further into regions unknown.

His hips worked tirelessly to achieve stimulation, forgetting at times you required air like any ordinary person. Where is pleasure was concerned, Celegorm made no mistake in achieving the maximum. The way his length would travel down your throat, swelling your mouth with his tremendous girth was a tight fit for him. Your mouth squeezed him as though it were your cunt. A sacred temple he craved to enter and release his ravenous intentions upon. The longer he remained down your throat, the more punishing the situation felt. Celegorm just wanted that extra fiery warmth.

Fighting to escape the on slaughter as the fire reached its peak, you fought tooth and claw to crawl out of Celegorm’s embrace but the silver head male wasn’t having it. With a few more flicks and thrusts, he was soon rewarded with your released spraying all over his face. Greedily diving in to drink all that you had to offer, he slurped your essence as if it were nectar from the Gods. He didn’t care if he sent you into oversensitivity, he wanted to drink everything you had.

“T-Tyelko, too much, p-please.” Whining out to him to ease you up was the only thing to break his concentration.

“Sorry kitten, you just tasted so fucking good, I had to have more,” he spoke humorously as he released his hold around your waist and rolled you off him to lie on your back.

Shifting to lie beside you, he observed your heaving chest and the look of resounding pleasure registered upon your face. His pride was swelling at the knowing greatness he achieved, but he was far from finished, not when your body received only a fraction of the pleasure he had to offer. Furthermore, you had agreed to assist him with his problem, and it was far from solved, more work was required.

Trailing a finger daintily upward your skin, felt the trembling and shivers still racking your sweat-covered body. When he decided that he had waited for enough, he moved to kneel between your legs and propped either around his waist which caught your attention.

“Tyelko, w-what are you doing? I thought we were finished.”

“Finished? My sweet little bunny, this wolf is far from satisfied – I’m famished – besides, you still hadn’t dealt with my problem.” Kissing you teasingly on your lips as he spoke, he dipped his hand to run his cock up and down your cunt, collecting your juices and enjoying your shivering.

“W-What are we going to do now?”

“Now, you’re going to really help me, and I’m going to devour you in return.”

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[pinkprimrose05]

VERY CURIOUS ABOUT "Dungeons and No Dragons" AND "Operation: Touch Grass" 👀👀👀

Dungeons and No Dragons: Series piece alert!

This one has actually been in WIP jail since the last ARC-V Month... i.e, 4 months ago. It's part of an AU where the ARC-V cast goes through the plot of GX with a few twists here and there (more prominent appearances from the duel spirits, for one, because I love tinkering with those sillies).

The particular piece is set midway through season 3, feat. Yuuto and Yuugo's Very Fun Time imprisoned in the dungeon beneath the Supreme King's castle, copious mentions of all the archetypes I arbitarily decided should live in the Dark World, an unexpected game with the aforementioned Supreme King, and an attempt at psychoanalysis of questionable success, courtesy of our resident eggplant.

I expect it to be around... 3k words? There aren't exactly that many scenes, but who knows really. Unfortunately, like most other wips, I can't make any actual progress until I'm out of highschool, but I hope to retain the passion to finish it as soon as I can!

For now, here's your teeny tiny snippet:

"That's a rather bold move," Yuuto notes, outwardly calm even as his mind races to think up a way to counter the oddly aggressive opening. He pushes another pawn forward. "Is this how you usually start a game?" He's never seen someone move their king so early in. Is there some kind of statement to be made here? Could this be a bluff? Overconfidence, perhaps? A nonchalant hum sounds in response to his query. "Maybe, maybe not." The king says, idly twirling a pawn between his fingers as gold eyes survey the board in what has equal chance to be disinterest or veiled consideration. Yuuto can't tell. (He hates that he can't tell. He hates it so, so much.)

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Operation: Touch Grass: This is a silly found family piece- quick, everyone act surprised!

The Stellaron Hunters from Honkai: Star Rail simply refuse to leave me alone. I love them a very normal amount and would die in shame if I never write them into one of the many silly scenarios I keep thinking up :)

So basically, Kafka conspires to bully everyone out of their rooms for a Free Day™. Said free day includes, but is not limited to: a self-care session, a bunch of board games, sing-along time, and a noble attempt at nuking the kitchen making dinner, among other things.

This could very well range from 2k to 10k depending on how many ideas for shenanigans I'll add and cut, but I don't think I'm physically capable of writing actually long fics lol.

Now onto the snippet:

"Hol'up." Silver Wolf snatches the phone, scrolling up and pointing at a particular spot as she hands the device back. "This one looks good." Kafka turns in mild surprise, eyeing whatever the younger pointed at with interest. She lets out a pleased hum shortly afterwards, "A nest braid sounds lovely, Wolfie, but unfortunately we can't pull off this particular style with short hair-" She suddenly pauses, as if struck by an epiphany... and then, slowly, in oddly perfect sync, two sets of expectant stares lock onto him. "Unless, of course-" "Absolutely not." Ren grits out immediately, because if he doesn't stop Kafka right then and there, then he'll be at the mercy of whatever foolish plans she and Silver Wolf may have for Aeons know how long. He would much rather die. (Not that he doesn't want that already.)

#ty again for the tag and the ask!! #yugioh #yugioh arc v #honkai star rail #hsr #pink's asks #pink's fanfics #this was a blast to go through actually #i should unearth more wips when the time allows maybe

[gemglyph]

Ok, disclaimer… I’m not thrilled with these, but they’re mostly intact and my brain deciding to write parallels to “curse reveal goes badly” fics part 1

Wild finally stumbled into camp well after midnight, carrying Sky across his shoulders. He froze when the hero on watch called out, making everyone in the camp abandon their attempts to sleep. Wild backed up again as bedrolls were abandoned and they started to gather.

“Is he ok?”

“What took you so long?”

“What’s wrong?” Hyrule shoved his way past the older ones.

“How is he?”

“He’s hurt…but I don’t know if he can… handle your magic right now, Roolie.” There was something in his expression. Something he tried to imply with his words and they clearly missed the mark as Wind jumped in with.

“What do you mean, Wild. You said he was hurt…”

“He made me promise that I wouldn’t let any of you hurt him…” Wild’s statement cut through the chatter.

“What the—“ Legend swore, “ does he think we would?”

“Yes.” The dead look in Wild’s eyes made the affirmation all the worse. “That’s why he let himself… get lost. He was sure that… we were going to take our retribution on him and… he is still worried that… you all want him dead.” Wild knelt, slid Sky gingerly off his shoulders, then propped Sky up against his side so he could reach and scroll through the slate.

“He only let me carry him because he was literally too exhausted to resist. He’s feverish and nearly delirious between the malice swamp I found him trying to cross and… I don’t know what else…”

“Wild… breathe.” Twilight crouched, but stayed over an arm’s length away.

‘Help me please.’ Wild switched to sign. ‘I don’t know what to do.’

“If I swear I won’t hurt him, can I come and help?” Twilight knew his Cub was overwhelmed but…they had to start from something everyone could be ok with.

“I don’t know…” Wild looked to Sky, but there seemed to be no response.

“All right, we can keep our distance for now then… we can talk you through it so you keep your promise. Ok?” Wild nodded after a long several heartbeats.

“Have you been able to get any potions in him?”

“One…I’m out…and he was still in the malice swamp…” Several of the others exchanged looks at that, but two potions were produced and Twilight set them in the middle ground between Wild, Sky, and himself. Wild carefully slid the potions the remaining distance to them.

“And you mentioned a fever. Do you have a chilly elixir by chance?” Wild scrolled through his slate for a moment before nodding. “Ok. Potion and elixir…they’ll help for now.” Twilight was about to turn to someone else to ask when a bedroll was abruptly handed to him. “Thanks…” this was placed carefully in the gap the potions had been previously occupying. “We’ll just try to make him comfortable, ok?” Twilight kept up a string of assurances as Wild did his best to get both bottles into Sky and then wrapped him up in the bedroll. When Sky had been bundled in blankets and seemed to be settled using Wild’s leg as a pillow, Twilight let it fall silent for a moment. Wild was still overwhelmed, the constant worrying of his hands a giveaway.

“Think he’d tolerate Wolfie?” The instant response in Wild’s eyes was a plea. “Ok, I’ll see about tracking him down, and where was that malice swamp?”

“Northwest, about a mile. I got the eyes I could see…”

“I’ll still go check. Last thing is a stal-head flying around because there’s a mouth…” he also waved vaguely at his hawk mask as he gathered bow and sword. He turned to find several of the others watching anxiously from near them. Most of them were wearing expressions of mixed sadness and confusion. Time… looked horrified.

“Wars, I’m gonna track down Wolfie, I’ll send him if I find him and I’m going to make sure that swamp is dead… can you keep an eye on them while I’m gone?”

“Let me?” Time croaked out as Warriors was shaking off the shock enough to answer.

“I mean, you all can if you want, we’re not going anywhere at least for the night…

CURSE REVEAL GOES BADLY YEAH

Wild baby oh no D: You're doing your best hun

Sky is sick... Malice swamp??? WHAT WAS HE DOING THERE?? SKY BUDDY WHY

Yes Twi, "get" Wolfie.. Silly goose

AAAA the suspense. Everyone feeling bad. The distrust. Is he gonna be okay?? I gotta know. Can they patch things over or will Sky's paranoia and guilt get in the way... *shakes you gently*

I love this so much thank you for sharing the writing with me 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

#out of the apple box #ajscico beloved #I meant to answer this sooner but had to get on my laptop and (':

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

"Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half-vampire, half-human baby. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was—my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self—disconnected from me in that second—snip, snip, snip—and floated up into space.

I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was.

Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing—to the very center of the universe.

I could see that now—how the universe swirled around this one point. I’d never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain. 

The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood."

(Breaking Dawn, page 237)

How the fuck do you read that, or better yet WRITE IT, and not think imprinting is a horrifying brainwashing?? Just HOW!?!?! I was sick to my stomach when I read it and was about to fucking cry. Is the fandom just that delusional?

I wouldn't blame the Twilight fandom on this one as this is most fandoms I've seen.

Soulmates are Big, Yo

People really really really really like soulmate AUs or the idea of soulmates and people destined to be together/made for each other in a way no one else is.

You see media with in-universe soulmates and many times in fandom you'll see AUs of the same tropes (soulmates in general, soulmate tattoos, the red thread, etc.) if there wasn't a soulmate idea already there. And we'll get conflict in that two people who hate each other discover they were soulmates the whole time, they rage against it for a bit, then discover destiny was right and get laid.

Imprinting is the spicier (not quite ABO but on the track of it) version of that where your soulmate is not only made for you/destined for you but will be whatever you need them to be, you will be their only priority in the entire world, they will be your wolfy wolf protector, etc.

Where the Meyer insanity comes in that sets her apart from your typical Ao3 author is that she sets imprinters up with babies. Multiple times.

Bella Also Doesn't Question It

It also helps that Bella our narrator specifically does not question it much. She gets a few questions out of the way with Jake where she gets the "they're whatever people need them to be" but ultimately finds the idea very romantic.

Bella is also quite gullible in her own way. She tends to believe what people tell her immediately and rarely believes they have hidden agendas. She questions Aro but has no idea which of his statements are true and which are lies and why he’d be lying. Edward she takes at face value, Alice, Jacob, there’s not even a question of if they’re lying to her or telling her something that they believe is true but might not be.

Bella just kind of accepts whatever she’s told.

Because Bella doesn't question it, the readers have to be actively questioning Bella or even Jacob in the above bit you have, to really have a "wait a minute" moment. That's not how most people read books, usually a person can take what the narrator says for granted in that "this is what I'm supposed to know and how I'm supposed to think about the universe these characters are in". Remember, that unreliable narrators for most people need to be explicitly pointed out.

So, you get this soulmate idea that people really like and combine it with Bella viewing it in a very rose-colored romantic view and you don't get people questioning it as much as they would otherwise.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #bella swan #meta #headcanon #opinion

[wolfsnape]

Obsessed because someone probably told Mulder that Scully was gonna be his new partner and his first reflex was to read her whole PHD thesis???? What an absolute mad man, I'm in love

#wolfie made a statement #fox mulder #the x-files #dana scully #txf

[acertainmoshke]

Character intro: Wolfy Jones

WIP: To Die Among the Stars

Age: 55

Pronouns: she/her

Appearance: average height, golden brown skin with freckles. Chubby. Wavy shoulder-length black hair streaked with gray and amber brown eyes. Wears lipstick but no other makeup. Can be blank eyed with an almost predatory grin when she wants something.

Wolfy had another name once. She came from a well-off family. They took care of her and she had anything she wanted, even if her parents were rarely around. She had an older brother who protected her and roughhoused in their large yard. They had no awareness of how much other people struggled—their life was good. She went to college, of course. She was going to study art. But halfway through, something changed. She started to meet people that turned out not to exist. Some of them were nice and funny, but others were scary. It got harder for her to think and focus, which in turn made it harder for her to interact with others. The only way she could express her hazy, confusing thoughts was through vague metaphors and disjointed statements. The slight issues she had always had with recognizing emotions and intentions in others became more pronounced, and her flat affect turned almost creepy.

She made it a decade, hopping between jobs, all but cut off from her family for some slight she didn’t remember doing. She was often homeless, constantly shooed away from anywhere she tried to exist. She would get boyfriends who inevitably got overwhelmed or scared and left her. Finally, at 32, her brother sent her to the Wellness Center, for her own good, he said. Surely it had nothing to do with that being the year he tried to get into politics.

She spent 23 years at the Center. In some ways, the routine was reassuring. She always had food, and games, and friends who weren’t scared off. But in other ways it was incredibly stifling. She was cut off any time she tried to express herself in long and winding detail. She was treated like a child in trouble if she didn’t follow directions immediately the first time. It also got boring, at least until Ri appeared and became her near constant companion. He spoke in much the same way she did and didn’t even need time to understand her (usually). She was mesmerized by his speed at puzzles and enjoyed their conversations.

She got the name Wolfy soon after arriving. It was meant to be teasing because of her hungry grin, but she liked it. It made her feel stronger. So she started using it herself until it became the default, the only name that still fit her.

She, like everyone else there, jumped at the chance to escape, even if only for a change of scenery. She was the last chosen, and for little reason other than Kitty could understand her and she was not known to be violent. She was the least wanted, as always, but she didn’t even care. She was going somewhere new.

Tag list: @blind-the-winds @hd-literature

#writeblr #character introduction #moshke writes #to die among the stars

[samieree]

Dawn of the North || Robb Stark

Robb Stark x OC

-> Chapter VII "Mutual Happiness" [+18]

Chapter VIII "Temporary peace"

In the morning, the two of them were still lying together, right next to each other. Amy was still dozing, her head and hand on Robb's chest, while he gently ran his hand through her loose hair, smiling as he did so.

"My love, it's morning..." he said, kissing her head through her hair.

"Doesn’t matter." she swung her bent leg over his hips and turned onto her stomach to look at him, while playing with his chest hair with her hand. "I could stay like this all day."

She felt joy after what happened last night, but also... A kind of freedom. No one will take away from her what happened, no one will change it, and what's more, it was her decision. It was she who decided with whom she wanted to share such moments and she was very happy about it. For the first time in her life she felt this kind of freedom and she didn't want to go back to a life where someone made decisions for her...

"The world won't wait." he stated, putting his arm around her.

"It'll." Amy smiled, lifting it a little on her shoulder. "A few minutes of laziness won't change it."

"A lot can happen in a few minutes." he rose to a sitting position, still holding her close to him. "You can overthrow a king and change the world. Or... You can marry the woman you love."

"Wolfie..." she started, but she didn't finish when he lunged at her neck as if he wanted to tear it apart like a real wolf. "Robb, I'm going to strangle!" she started laughing, especially when he found places on her body that were sensitive to tickling. "Stop!" she rolled onto her back and he followed her. She laughed until the teasing of her body turned into kissing her neck and gently running hands over her body. "I hope you have a shawl or something like that, because I'm sure my neck is all red."

He stopped and rose on his arms, looking at Amy carefully. Perhaps it shouldn't have taken this long to see if the neck was actually covered in red spots, but oh well... He couldn't help himself when a beautiful, naked woman lay right beneath him.

"Not so much." he finally stated, playing with her light hair. "Don't dye them, they look good as they are." he added, looking at her with a smile.

"It's just a pity I don't have curls like that." she laughed, tangling her hands in Robb's hair. They were as soft as she had imagined.

"I imagine a little, laughing girl with silver curls and bright eyes." he said, leaning over her a little more and lightly rubbing his nose against hers.

"I'm afraid I didn't have locks when I was a child either..."

"I meant... our daughter." he interrupted her, lying down next to Amy on his side.

She had to admit that he surprised her with this statement, but... She also had a vision of such a girl, their daughter, before her eyes right now.

She didn't look that far into the future, but she could confidently say that he was probably the first person with whom she would like to get together and start a family. She had met plenty of Lords in her life who would love to take her as their wife, but she knew they would treat her like a trophy. She would be their key to the royal court and a more comfortable life.

And now she was far away from it all. She wasn't a princess, she was a woman infatuated - perhaps even in love.

"You meant to say: Your little princess." he rolled his eyes, moving his hand to her stomach at those words. "Maybe you'll get her someday, your princess with the curly silver hair." she added, placing her hand on his, on her stomach. As always, the thought of pregnancy and motherhood terrified her a bit, but now she was starting to look at it from a different perspective, a positive one.

Oh, what are you doing with me…

"Unless my mother decides to keep me under lock and throw keys away."Amy laughed, shaking her head. "I love her, she's my mother, but she can be... Overprotective."

"She doesn't like me." she sad, also turning on her side, facing Robb.

"Nonsense."

"She doesn't like me and probably won't change her mind. Never." she shrugged.

"She will, once she gets to know you better. And she'll probably even start treating you like her daughter and only then you can start to be afraid." Amy laughed again, burying her face in Robb's chest. "Don't laugh, I'm serious." he took her face in his hands and turned her to look at him.

"I think our mothers would get along." she said, rising a little and kissing him. "I guess I finally have to get up. I wouldn't want anyone to find me here like this." she wanted to pull away and get up, but he didn't let her, hugging her around her waist and around her neck.

"No one will come here, let me enjoy you just a little bit more."

"You said it yourself earlier that you had to get up. And we will have plenty of time to enjoy each other." she explained, resting her hands on his chest, giving him a quick peck on the lips and pulling away, taking the covers with her.

However, when she sat on the edge of the bed, Robb took the covers from her in one move. She looked at him over her shoulder, reaching out for the fabric.

"Are you ashamed of your state?" he asked, ignoring her significant gaze.

She silently stood up, went to grab the clothes that were still on the ground, and picked them up.

"There." she said, throwing all these clothes at him, then crossed her arms as she walked towards the chair where another cloth was hanging.

"Is this how you treat your king?" he said mockingly.

"And how do you treat the princess?"

"Wait... That's my bathrobe." he said as the girl put the said bathrobe on. It was obviously too big for her, but she had no problem with it.

"And?" she walked a little closer to the bed where he was still lying.

When she was close enough, he suddenly moved up, grabbed her by the waist, and rolled her back onto the bed, accompanied by her laughter.

"Robb... We have to get up. I'm sure you have some things to do." he sighed, getting up from her and sitting on the bed, which she did right after him.

She took the dress she was wearing the day before and got up to put it on. Robb started dressing up too and soon they were both dressed.

"But will you come in the evening...?" he asked hopefully, still lightly hugging her waist.

"And why?" she raised an eyebrow, tying the boy's leather shirt all the way.

"I don't want to sleep alone anymore..." he admitted, leaning towards her and pressing their foreheads together. "I wish I could hug you freely in front of everyone, not have to wonder what my mother would say if she caught us, not..." she interrupted him, placing her index finger on his lips.

"Relax." she smiled gently, moving her hand to his cheek. "I will come, especially for you."

He smiled back and kissed her gently, lovingly, twisting a lock of her hair around his finger. She placed her hands on his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes a little, returning his caresses. He reached for some loose fabric that was lying on the chair and threw it around her neck right after they broke apart.

"So you do have a shawl after all." she said, straightening the fabric around her neck and covering it a little with her cloak, which she put over her shoulders.

They didn't say a word, just exchanged smiles and the girl left the tent. She could already see on the horizon the interrogation that Talisa would give her, in which she would have to lie a little.

Most of the day did not pass in any extraordinary way for either of them. One could even go so far as to say that it was a routine day, practically no different from others.

Well, except that Robb had gone to meet his mother before the evening, wondering in the back of his mind all day what he actually wanted to tell her. He found a few sentences that would be most appropriate for the conversation he was about to have, but he didn't lie to himself that the Catelyn would not reproach him - in fact, they were the most certain element of this conversation.

When it came down to it and he was sitting in a chair opposite her, all ideas for tackling the topic evaporated. He was running out of time to think of something when his mother brought them a water to drink, and like it or not, he had to look up at her and stop playing with his fingers, focusing most of his attention on that.

"So...?" she asked, slightly concerned about her son's long silence. By that she expected only bad informations that he just can't get past his throat.

He took a breath, casting a quick glance to the side before he said anything.

"I know what you're going to say... But I can't marry any of Lord Frey's daughters. Or any of his granddaughters and stuff like that." he confessed, not taking his eyes off his mother, who froze for a moment. Before giving any answer, she bought herself some time to think it over by taking a sip of water.

"What does "You can't" mean?"

"Exactly that. I can't marry any of them." he repeated, looking at his mother a little more confidently.

Due to his upbringing, he valued honor very highly. But he valued the honor of the person he fell in love with even more highly. He was afraid that someone would find out what had happened between them, and this would mean that he had disgraced her by taking her virginity without a marriage. And even worse if she got pregnant.

He wasn't going to put her in such a situation, he would rather break his promise than put her through such unpleasantness. But the problem was that she was so stubborn that she didn't want to marry him as long as he was bound by the oath...

"A few day a..."

"I know what I said." he interrupted her before she could finish her sentence. "But don't tell me you fully believed it yourself. Wait... You wanted to believe because you arranged this marriage."

She didn't like the tone of her son's words to her. She didn't like this whole conversation at all.

"To which you agreed and gave Lord Walder your word! That as soon as the war ends..."

"I know perfectly well what I said. Just like I know I won't do it." he tried to sit still and even succeeded. Apart from the racing thoughts in his head, of course.

"You can't break your word! Just do this and your people will do the same." she was angry and didn't even try to hide it. Not so long ago she was sure that everything was on track, but then she realized that she was wrong. "Maybe you'll tell me that this... silver-haired woman seduced you and convinced you to do it after being..."

"Stop bringing her into everything." he interrupted her abruptly, knowing full well what his mother was getting at - and she wasn't too close to the truth, although on the other hand she wasn't very far from it either. "I thought that as a mother you would be happy for your child."

"Happy?!" she stood up abruptly. "I could be happy because of it before all this, where it would actually be happiness. But now? It's more of a curse." as she looked at him, she began to see anger in his eyes for the first time since their conversation began.

He definitely didn't like his mother's reaction to all this.

"I told you I won't break my word and that's true." he rose from the chair, walking to the table on which there was a jug of wine. He needed something stronger than just water at this moment. "Even she doesn't want me to do it."

Catelyn laughed briefly and without even a hint of amusement.

"Probably the only good decision in her life."

"Why do you hate her so much?" he asked, turning to her with a glass of wine in his hand. "She's a good girl from a good family, and you insist on hating her. Why?"

"I don't hate her. And I don't deny that she is beautiful and even high-born..." no name had to be mentioned for them both to know exactly who they were talking about. "Not to mention your promise, how long have you known each other? You are young, I know this may seem important to you..."

"Because it is important to me." he interrupted her, drinking some wine. However, he seemed to ignore the question Catelyn asked him, but after a few minutes of silence, surprisingly, he answered it. "You once said that when you and father got married, you barely knew each other." he looked at his mother. "And now you say that I don't know the woman I want to marry too well?"

"You know perfectly well that it was a different situation. But since you're coming back to it, why, seeing that things have worked out for your father and me, don't you want to try with Frey's daughter?" he rolled his eyes at these words, when Catelyn looked somewhere to the side. "I realize that you're at war, you're under stress, and you're even more attracted to such a  feeling right now, but..."

"You still don't recognise the family she said when you first met?" he asked quickly, wanting to divert the conversation. While saying this, he was also swirling the glass in his hand, playing with the rest of the wine inside, wondering how to best put into words what he wanted to say. When his mother didn't answer him, he began to explain. "The Maester once told me about them. About the Igaren family - an offshoot of the Targaryens - in the kingdom created during the Targaryen glory beyond the wall. About the kingdom that was supposed fall with them." he put the goblet on the table, looking away from it and towards his mother. "Just like the rest of the family, they had light hair and violet eyes. The only difference between them is that they no longer exist, and the main line of the family continues." Catelyn snorted.

"All the Targaryens were killed after the mad king was overthrown, even the youngest children."

"What if... They were long far away from the Seven Kingdoms by then?"

"What do you mean?" she stood up, moving a little closer to her son.

"That Tywin and Robert didn't murder everyone."

* * *

As promised, Amy came to his tent in the evening. She waited until a Lord who was on the meeting left and then after a few minutes she entered the tent herself.

Almost immediately after entering, Robb was right next to her, placing a short kiss on her lips and forehead.

"Don't tell me you miss me so much, because I won't believe it." she said, smiling and shaking her head. She pulled out the bottle of wine she had been holding across the road under her coat in one hand, smiling a little wider. "Nobody checks what I bring." he laughed, taking the bottle from her and opening it. "I just hope you obviously have gemstone-encrusted glasses you keep especially for the princesses." she said jokingly, following him to the table.

"Of course, rubies or emeralds?" he asked in the same tone, opening the bottle, when Amy placed her head on his shoulder, hugging him from behind.

"Rubies remind me of warmth, which I have always lacked. Although I don't know if the colors will blend with the wine..." she closed her eyes a bit, pretending to be thinking.

"What a serious considerations." he poured some wine into their goblets.

"But I brought it for myself, you can't drink, you have to think clearly."

"I'll drink just a little, I have a strong head." she raised an eyebrow at those words, moving away and taking one of the glasses in her hand, then sitting on the table.

"I have to get up much earlier tomorrow than today." she said unexpectedly, sipping some wine. "If I'm to go to talk with Lord Frey..."

"Wait a minute..." he interrupted her. "You want to go and talk?" she nodded. "I'll speak to him."

"Talking to others is not beyond me, really, I even have the gift of persuasion." she stubbornly stuck to her point. Especially since she already had an idea for such a conversation and was going to implement it. "You won't stop me anyway."

"I think you underestimate me." she rolled her eyes, looking somewhere to the side. "Besides, it's my business and I have to deal with it."

"Let me remind you that you are at war and you don't have time to go to Frey for tea. And I have this time."

"You want to go alone?" she drank the rest of the wine from her goblet and set it down on the table, and after a while she got down, coming close to Robb and leaning her hands lightly on his torso.

"It wouldn't be the first time I travel alone and talk to disgusting person, I'll be fine." she smiled gently, tracing his chest with her index finger.

She wondered for a moment if she wanted to add anything else, simply enjoying the moment alone with Robb when there wasn't that awkward kind of silence between them. She was aware that he wouldn't want to let her go there alone, but at the same time she wasn't going to give up when she had everything sorted out in her head and all she needed to do was convince him instead of starting a quarrel between them about the trip.

So she snuggled into his hand as he gently cupped her cheek and leaned towards her. She wanted this closeness, but at the same time she wanted to achieve her goal - and she could do both things at once.

"And this is not only your cause, but ours." she looked up into his eyes as she said these words. "Besides, I told you - I know how to talk with people."

She embraced his neck tighter, pulling him slightly towards her and connecting their lips in a passionate kiss, pressing her body against his as much as possible.

~

-> Chapter IX "The Twins" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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Edward Van Halen Iit the fire in the group that bears his name. Now his son is blazing his own trail as a solo artist. This is the story of Wolfgang Van Halen.

Born March 16th, 1991, named after the classical composer Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Wolfgang William Van Halen is the son of Eddie Van Halen and actress Valerie Bertinelli, and the nephew of Van Halen drummer Alex Van Halen. Eddie would name his instrumental "316" from Van Halen's 1991 album For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge in honor of his son.

Wolfie at just one hour old, held by Alex Van Halen

Wolfgang later stated he didn't know his father was a famous musician "until started picking up CDs and saw his picture on them."

Like his father and uncle Alex, Wolfgang became a multi- instrumentalist; He sings, plays bass, drums, guitar, keyboards and writes his own music. When Wolf was a child, he often watched Eddie rehearse, and at times would try to play Uncle Al's drum kit. Wolf started playing drums at the age of nine before his father gave him his own set of drums for his tenth birthday. Some time later he moved on to guitar and bass.

In late 2006, in an interview with Guitar World, Eddie confirmed that his son would replace Michael Anthony as Van Halen's bassist. Wolfgang first toured with Van Halen in his new capacity in 2007.

Badass shirt, Wolfie!

Wolfgang made headlines in early 2008 by appearing on the cover of the April issue of Guitar World with his father, in the magazine's very first father-son issue. That same year, his father named a custom guitar after him, the Fender EVH Wolfgang.

In August 2010, Van Halen announced that they would record a new album, with Wolfgang playing bass. He recorded his only album with Van Halen, 'A Different Kind of Truth,' in 2011. The album was released on February 7, 2012.

On September 10,2012, Alter Bridge and Creed guitarist Mark Tremonti announced that Wolfgang would be filling in for Brian Marshall as bassist for the first tour of Tremonti's eponymous band. Tremonti's first album, 'All I Was', was released on July 17th of that year. Wolfgang became an official member of Tremonti in 2013, replacing Marshall. He appeared on the band's 2015 studio album 'Cauterize' and its 2016 follow-up 'Dust.'

In a February 2015 interview with the National Museum of American History, Eddie indicated that Wolfgang was working on a solo album. On June 9th, 2019, Wolfgang appeared as a guest on his mother's Food Network television show and announced that he had completed his solo album.

On October 6th, 2020 Wolfgang released a statement confirming his father Eddie had passed away after a long battle with cancer. "I can't believe I'm having to write this, but my father, Edward Lodewijk Van Halen, has lost his long and arduous battle with cancer this morning. He was the best father could ever ask for. Every moment I've shared with him on and off stage was a gift. My heart is broken and don't think ever fully recover from this loss. I love you so much, Pop."

On February 11th, 2021, Wolfgang announced that his self-titled debut album under the name Mammoth WVH would be released on June 11th, 2021. The band name was Wolfgang's tribute to his dad who, along with his brother Alex, named their band Mammoth back in 1974 when singer David Lee Roth first joined.

On November 16th, 2020 Wolfgang released his debut single "Distance", a song he dedicated to his father. It debuted at #9 on Billboard's Hot Rock & Alternative Songs chart on the week of Novenmber 28th. The single would reach #1 on the Bilboard Mainstream Rock Airplay chart by February of 2021.

The self-titled debut Mammoth WVH album reached #12 on the Billboard 200 while topping the US Independent Albums, US Top Hard Rock Albums and US Top Rock Albums charts. Topping the #1 US Mainstream Rock track chart with "Distance" was the single "Don't Back Down" while "Epiphany" would reach #9 on the same chart.

After the release of Mammoth WVH, Wolfgang put together a live lineup and has been touring consistently ever since. The current Mammoth WVH lineup is Wolfgang on guitar, keys, and lead vocals, guitarist Jon Jourdan, bassist Ronnie Ficarro, drummer Garrett Whitlock, and guitarist Frank Sidoris. The band will be part of Metallica's upcoming M72 Tour as special opener. The tour kicks off on April 27th in Amsterdam.

In September of 2022, Wolfgang made headlines with his appearance at two tribute concerts held in honor of Taylor Hawkins. He performed September 3rd and 27th in London and Los Angeles, respectively and brought fans to their feet with performances of the Van Halen songs "Hot For Teacher," "On Fire," and "Panama."

Earlier this month (3/11/23), Wolfgang told Total Guitar that the second Mammoth WVH album is "almost finished."

A Christmas present from his mother-personalized artwork from VH's South Park episode.

QUOTES

On Bass: "People always think that dad taught me how to play everything, but all he did was teach me a power cord on guitar and how to do a standard AC/DC style drum beat. From there, just listen to music and played along. always viewed bass as an "easier" version of guitar, but realized was totally wrong once started listening to people like Les Claypool and John Entwistle."

On Getting Started Playing: "I started on drums when I was 10 years old, and then went to guitar when I was 12. I picked up the bass when I was 14 or 15. One day, Dad and Al were jamming up in the studio, and they asked if I wanted to play with them. A couple weeks went by, and it started to feel like something serious — more than just fun. We called Dave, and the rest just happened."

On 'A Different Kind of Truth': "Every time would go into the back room of the studio, I'd see walls of tapes with music that nobody's really heard. thought, people need to hear this, because dad wrote this music in the same headspace as songs like dance the night away and running with the devil. wanted to take some ideas out and rework them. think it was August 2009 and we did the first demo of "She's the Woman." When we did that, we realized this was really cool. From there, we wrote seven new songs, and reworked seven or so old demos. Reflecting on the simplicity of the older songs put us in that headspace to incorporate that into the newer songs Dad tends to write a lot of complicated things nowadays, so feel it brought him back to that time when he wrote those older songs. That's why I think the record sounds so "old" — in a good way."

On Naming Band Mammoth WVH: "I really like the Mammoth name, because think only super die-hard Van Halen fans are familiar with the name and think overall, most people don't really know the connection. So in a way, it's a subtle homage without kind of treading the same ground, if you will."

On His Debut Single "Distance": "That song was just kind of an expression of where was in the moment and imagining what...whenever the awful thing does happen what I'd feel like without him in my life and it turns out hit the nail on the head pretty much. When listen to the song after everything happened it had hit me in a completely different way. And that song wasn't done yet so it was like, think need to finish this and put it out for him as a tribute and have the proceeds go to his favorite charity [Mr. Holland's Opus] and it can be just like this last little gift for him."

FRANKEN-BASS

Wolfgang uses a custom made bass guitar dubbed the "Franken-bass", based on Eddie's Frankenstrat guitar, including the striped design. Luthier Chip Ellis built two versions, one red like Eddie's guitar, and one blue as it is Wolfgang's favorite color. He uses the EVH 5150 III Amplifiers custom made for his father.

Listen To Eddie Van Halen's Musical Tribute To Wolfgang Van Halen: "316"

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Princess Beatrice's Stepson Christopher Woolf Makes First Royal Family Christmas Appearance

Christmas is extra special for Princess Beatrice this year. On Sunday, Beatrice, 34, joined other members of the royal family in their annual walk to the holiday church service at St. Mary Magdalene in Sandringham. Princess Beatrice was accompanied by her husband Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi and her stepson Christopher Woolf.

The young boy, who is affectionately known as Wolfie, held hands with his father as they strolled past well-wishers as they made their way into the church. This Christmas marks the second time that he's stepped out publicly with his stepmother's family. He also joined the royal family at Queen Elizabeth's Platinum Jubilee Pageant last summer.

Edo shares Wolfie with his ex Dara Huang, an American architect and designer. When Princess Beatrice and Edo announced the name of their daughter Sienna Elizabeth a few weeks after she was born in September 2021, they added that "Wolfie is the best big brother to Sienna."

Edo, as Beatrice's husband is affectionately known, made his Christmas debut with the royals in 2019 after the couple announced their engagement. Although the pair were set to marry in May 2020, the COVID-19 pandemic forced them to cancel their original plans. Instead, they exchanged vows in a very small ceremony in July 2020, which was attended by Princess Beatrice's grandparents Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip.

Also in attendance for the Sandringham Christmas walk and service were Beatrice's sister Princess Eugenie and her husband Jack Brooksbank. Like Sienna, their 1 ½-year-old son August Philip Hawke was likely deemed too young to attend. Jack, 34, joined Princess Eugenie, 32, at Christmas for the first time in 2018, just a few months after their royal wedding at St. George's Chapel in Windsor Castle.

Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie have been making the Christmas walk to church since they were young girls — when they memorably would sport matching or coordinating ensembles!

In 1997, the sisters — wearing matching hats and green skirts — smiled ear-to-ear as they tried to carry small presents given to them by members of the public.

Although this year's outing marks a return to normality after the family did not do their traditional walk to church amid the Coronavirus pandemic. This is because the September death of Queen Elizabeth will be weighing heavily on the family's minds.

"It will be challenging, as the Queen was all they knew, like most of Britain," a former palace staffer tells PEOPLE. The former member of the Queen's staff adds, "The first year is most difficult, as it is always the first thing that you notice."

Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie released a joint statement in the wake of their grandmother's death. "Our dearest Grannie," the sisters began. "We've not been able to put much into words since you left us all. There have been tears and laughter, silences and chatter, hugs and loneliness, and a collective loss for you, our beloved Queen and our beloved Grannie."

"The world mourns and the tributes will make you smile. They are a true reflection of the remarkable leader you are. We're so happy you're back with Grandpa. Goodbye dear Grannie, it has been the honour of our lives to have been your granddaughters and we're so very proud of you," Beatrice and Eugenie added. "We know that dear Uncle Charles, the King, will continue to lead by your example as he too has dedicated his life to service. God save the King."