#┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° bria writes!

[planetsano]

you know, i feel like choso is the friendly jock who’s really nice to the weird kids and v sweet to you, the shy girl. he eventually makes you his girlfriend officially after some time. but there was definitely a casual hook up phase that lasted for about a month between you two— a little over a month maybe.

you were a virgin when you met him but obviously that changed over time. it’s a little funny because you actually made the first move oddly enough. he held your cheek one night and— you snuggled your face into his palm, enjoying how warm he felt. every time he touched you it felt like a hug, you relished in it a bit with his eyes on you and a small smile on his face. but you completely took him by surprise when you took his hand and sucked on his pointer finger, looking up at him through your lashes.

you were shy but the kind of cock he gave you turned you into a lovesick, little fucking yandere lite. how could it not? he fucked you like he hated you and that was something you’ve never experienced before. you became somewhat of a fiend, really.

you were shy but you had zero qualms letting him split you open right on his thick, heavy cock— whether it be him folding you into a mating press or riding him until you were cross eyed and drooling.

you were shy but you never hesitated to offer your throat to him as if it were some sort of consolation prize when he had a bad day or a particularly rough day at practice— or maybe the team lost the game. just all “oh no! 🥺 would a blow job help you feel better? ♡” you’re so genuine about it too, he thinks it’s sweet. but he feels bad for taking you up on the offer because he feels like he’s taking advantage of you. he’s all you know, your very first boyfriend. often thinking sex = bandaid.

you were shy but the sweet venom that poured from your lips while he pounded into you was anything but coy. “don’t talk to other girls.. i’ll kill them.” it’s a breathy little remark and you say it as you’re about to cum. if anything, it gets him off— turns him on even more.

you were shy but who would have thought you’d turn into such a little cock drunken minx for him. you’re his own personal cheerleader, so willing to please him.

[rntoshi]

͏ ͏🔊 gepard landau (n): i caught feelings for a stripper.

/ • geppie makes his mother proud & spends his birthday at a gentleman’s club for the first time. he’s awkwardly charming.

similar: f reader, exotic dancer!reader, nudity, pining, 1.5k.

This wasn’t Gepard’s scene, anyone could tell simply by taking a look at his body language: tense shoulders, a firm hand on the glass that currently adorned a whiskey on the rocks, and an everlasting flush on his cheeks. Not from the alcohol but from the same he felt being in such a lewd place like this. His saccharine orbs seem so… bright and innocent compared to others. There’s almost a child-like wonder about him, something about him that feels incredibly naive— and yet it carries one of the biggest responsibilities in Belobog as the Silvermane Captain. It’s quite the paradox. The beloved Captain can lead thousands of men into war with monsters who have strength greater than any man, and yet here he is with sweat on the arch of his brow because he cannot look at the half nude women sashaying around him in the eye. Clumsy and awkward he is, like a golden retriever puppy.

But despite the shy protests that left his strawberry dusted, plump lips as his peers practically dragged him into the gentleman’s club— she had caught his eye.

The way he looks at her— it's taboo to say really but it's comparable to how a believer would look at an angel for the first time. Gepard doesn’t know what’s come over him but he cannot stop staring at the graceful beauty that was her body, angelic and dainty features that made up the composition of her face. God, it isn’t polite to stare— his mother and sister taught him well enough to know how to treat and respect women but here he was, ogling at the sweet faced angel on stage. With mouth slightly agape as he does so, he can’t help but to wonder about her. Who she was, where she came from..

It was amazing really; how she lured him in with only a mere glance and even then, who could have known that she had actually held eye contact with him and not someone else. Gepard found himself wanting to believe she looked at him. It would… make him feel special if she did. Ah, how silly was this predicament? Already finding himself getting wound up and thinking silly thoughts over a woman who he didn’t know, especially in a setting like this. Little did he know, his dear friends very well noticed how much of a liking he took to her— quickly finding her once she’d been done with her stage to ask if she’d been willing to grace their Captain with some one on one time. Of course, handing her a generous amount of cash before directing her to where Gepard had been blundering off.

“He’s cute..” She thinks to herself, watching him mindlessly fiddle with a slot machine in one of the more quiet corners of the venue.

Gepard would have never thought in a million years he’d ever find himself in a position such as this. Now looking directly down into her eyes as she looked up at him, painfully aware of her dainty hand reaching for his own.

“I hear you’re the birthday boy tonight.” She smiles as she takes his hand into her own— taking note of how long he stares at their now interlocked hands before he looks back at her. The blush on his cheeks was endearing to say the least.

“Yes,” He says. It’s simple and to the point, he has no clue what to say or do. It’s no real secret that he doesn’t have much experience talking to women with the exception of his family and coworkers— never in a remotely intimate setting. 

“Come on,” (Name) says softly as she gently guides him towards where the private rooms were. “Follow me, sweet face.”

“Do you.. do this often?” Gepard’s eyes very leave her own despite how she slowly slides off the straps of her bra— her hips moving in a hypnotic pattern to the sensual beat of the music as she does so. She’s beautiful but it's the kind of beauty that strikes someone in awe, a divine feminity that lures men, women and children alike.

“Do what?” There’s a small grin playing on her lips as she challenges him, she’s clearly amused and quite curious about how he’ll word his next choice of words. (Name) is fully aware of what he’s trying to get at, but she’s having too much fun seeing him squirm.

“…” Gepard looks embarrassed, almost like he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing or something offensive. It’s cute, really. She’ll save him the trouble though and stop giving him a little grief.

“Yes, I do.” (Name) answers. “Most nights.”

“I see..” Geprard trails off, averting his eyes from hers for a moment. He just can’t seem to bring himself to say it. “You’re beautiful.” It’s at the tip of his tongue threatening to spill like the most intense case of word vomit— it's simple enough so why can’t he tell her? It feels like some form of stage fright with the way he just freezes. There’s so much going through his mind and nothing at all, all at the same time.

(Name) finds herself sitting in his lap with her back facing him as she skillfully grinds her hips into his while she unclasped her frilly bra from behind. She’s quick to discard the garment with a little toss in front of her, smiling as she noticed how tightly he was grabbing the sides of the velvet couch from her peripherals.

“You can touch me, you know.” A soft smile graces her glossy lips as she gently grabs a hold of his wrists, placing his hands on the skin of her hips. “Are you comfortable with that?” Her voice is akin to a chirp— a short and high pitch cadence that’s sweet to the ears.

“Yes,” His replies are dry and he’s aware of that but more importantly, she doesn’t seem to mind much to his relief. It’s not that he’s trying to be curt— he’s just nervous. He’d be relieved to know that his replies being dry are the last thing of her worries. In fact, she thinks that he’s quite polite which is a rare commodity working in this industry. Not to mention, he’s very attractive— which is another luxury within itself. 

“Are.. are you okay with this?” He asks, his brows raising slightly. Despite her initiative, he didn’t want her to feel like she was obligated to do anything she didn’t want to do or felt like she had to do. Gepard had a heart of gold and it showed itself through not only his actions but his way of thinking.

“Of course.” God, she’s sweet— he felt his heart jumping out of his chest. Is this what the guys called “whipped?” No, no, that’s far more outdated. He believes they’re saying “simping” now. How odd.

“I apologize… my palms are quite sweaty.” Gepard says.

“Nervous?” (Name) looks over her shoulder at him for a moment.

“Mm.” He nods his head a single time to confirm before she speaks again,

“We can always have a conversation, if that’ll help ease your mind.” She suggests, now turning around to straddle his waist, pressing her bare chest against him. They meet eyes and there’s a small moment of silence as they look at each other— he seems as though he’s trying to figure out what to say all while in some sort of dream gaze while she has that little smile on her lips. Her head is tilted slightly as her hands rest on the broadness of his shoulders.

“What’s your name?” He asks. The question is sudden enough to elicit an interesting reaction from her— his brows furrowed in a confused little furrow as he hears her delightful giggle. She seems surprised at his question but he’s not sure why or what’s so funny about the question. It’s definitely forward, she’d give him that.

“It’s (Stage Name).” She answers— it’s not a lie but it's almost like she’s certain that it’s not the answer he wanted to hear. 

“No..” He says, a soft discontentment behind his tone. “Your real name..” Gepard’s eyes look as if they’re pleading, eager to know the name of the woman responsible for the heart pounding against his ribcage.

Poor thing, he’s not quite aware that stage name’s are in place for a reason but she holds no ill reaction when he presses. Maybe she feels intrigued herself, not fully opposed to the handsome stranger knowing her real name. There’s something about him that she’s attracted to— perhaps it's his awkwardness. It’s oddly charming.

Gepard always found himself predicting that he’d marry a nice girl from Overworld when the time permitted— maybe he’d meet her at the flower shop or a cafe and they would hit it off. One date leads to two and two leads to three— a beautiful relationship blossoming like tulips during the first sign of Spring. Interesting how things seem to play out, especially now as he’s developing a very real crush on a stripper from the Underworld. Jesus, what would mother think?

“Looks like our time’s up, blondie.” (Name) whispers against the lobe of his ear. “Visit me often, okay?”

© rntoshi 2023. do not modify or repost.

[rinneverse]

࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞! — 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆. ˒ ⊹

syn. bladie brainrot. he is the only man ever. pair. blade x f!reader cw. biting / fem reader / p in v / exhibitionism (?) (they bone in an empty alley) / just a lil thirst i'm so very normal and sane about bladie note. blade my beloved. hes in my brain always. i meant to stay under 300 words but then it got a little bit out of hand—regardless, i hope u enjoy ♡. i love blade RAHHHHHHH

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

blade is not gentle in the way he loves you.

he's rough around the edges, and perhaps a little too possessive for his own good. he likes to press your buttons, rile you up and push you until you break. it drives you mad.

you still can’t help but be drawn to him, though; his aloof manner is alluring and the glint in his eyes is dangerous. and oh, watching him in battle—the flex of his biceps, the almost graceful way in which he brutally takes his enemy down—you think find yourself entranced.

and when it’s all said and done, blade still has so much pent up energy left. it’s almost like clockwork: he takes down his final enemy and then is whisking you away once the other stellaron hunters take over the scene. you can see kafka and silverwolf share a knowing glance and your face grows warm in embarrassment.

blade was insatiable.

the moment he gets you alone he’s already mouthing at the sensitive skin of your neck, canines pressing against the flesh almost like a warning—a reminder that he could so very easily pierce with them—and you find yourself thinking that you wouldn’t even mind.

his tongue laves up your jugular, drawing a sweet moan from your lips as he sucks a hickey right on your pulse point. blade knows exactly what gets you going and he does not intend to waste a single second.

a breathy sigh of your name against your neck, rough hands trailing down your sides to stop at your hips and give them a squeeze, blade wants to devour you. he slides a hand under the fabric of your skirt, pushing your panties to the side to expertly rub circles on your sensitive clit. he drinks in the moans you let out in a kiss, a heated exchange that melts your core and sends shivers down your spine.

"blade," you whine. "more.. need more."

he hums, crimson eyes glinting in the darkness of the alleyway as he turns you around, pressing you against the cold wall. it wasn't uncommon to have blade take you wherever and whenever he wanted, especially when he grows pent up—like he was now.

you hear rustling, and in seconds you feel the fat head of his cock prodding at your soaked cunt. your lips fall open in a quiet gasp as you feel him stretch you out, the familiar ache of him splitting you open a welcome one. you hear him let out a harsh sigh behind you, his lips attaching to your neck once again.

and there he takes you. his thrusts are harsh and his grip on your hips is bruising, but you wouldn't have it any other way. he leaves dark bruises along your neck and collar, marks of his possession over you that the sight of alone sends him into a frenzy.

blade is not a gentle lover. but he is an attentive one—he doesn't stop until you're crying from the pleasure, making sure he and he alone is the only thing on your pretty little cock drunk mind.

please don't repost on other platforms. rbs and comments are super appreciated ♡ !!

[bridgeportbritt]

Creeksbrey Palace | Umbrage, SimDonia

Staff Member: Excuse me, Miss Olivia. Sorry to interrupt you, I know you're taking a moment. But I have something for you.

Olivia to herself: A letter?

Bria's voice: Dear Olivia. Today brings me with so much joy. And not just because we’ve been deep in planning mode for months and it’s finally all coming together (although that helps.) But, I’m really joyful because I get to call you my daughter. As a mother, you become the only and most important woman in your son’s life. You keep him safe, raise him right, but one day you have to give him to the world. A world that will not love him as much as you do. But, then one day - someone does.

Bria's Voice: Seeing you love my son brings me so much happiness. You are everything a mother could ask for and I cannot wait to see the life you and Grayson build. Know I’m going to be right there cheering you both on. Love you to absolute pieces. Now let’s go make you a Wu-Ravikumar!

[anguigenus]

Matt’s heavy boots crashed through the forest floor. He wasn’t stomping, no, he just didn’t care enough to try and be more quiet. It wasn’t like there were any actually dangerous demons in this part of the forest anyways. 

Bria was a little ahead of him, chattering about whatever dumb treasure she was taking them to try and find this time, occasionally hacking at a vine with her machete. Gus was right at her side. His stupid eyes were latched onto her with his stupid cute listening face because of course this was some dumb new adventure for him instead of a typical boring weekend. He was also latched onto her other hand. Their hands looked so pretty and soft and dumb together. 

Matt was not sulking.

“Oh, here’s a landmark! Let me check my map.”

The only thing Matt saw was a few trees growing twisted together. “Pfft, kinda a dumb landmark if you ask me,” he sneered. 

“Hey Matty, hold this for me for a sec!” Bria chirped, like she hadn’t heard him. 

Mattholomule automatically obeyed as she passed him Gus’ hand. 

Gus squeaked. Matt stared down at their hands. Gus’ fingers, which had been straight at first, hesitantly closed around Matt’s hand. In the corner of Matt’s vision, Bria had her face buried in her map. 

The afternoon air suddenly felt uncomfortably warm. 

“Aha, this way!” Bria shoved the map back in her pouch, then grabbed Matt’s other hand. “C’mon boys, let’s go!”

Matt, dazed, let himself get dragged along behind her and tightened his grip on Gus. 

Their hands were soft. 

[drachenfalter]

So, @lollytea recently made a post about what the B.I. equivalent of Christmas could be, and I was inspired to write this quick piece.

Crustus Night

Bonesborough

“I don’t know why you even bother writing her an invitation anymore,” Matt complained to his half-brother as he hung up the fairy lights. “She isn’t even family.” And she wasn’t his friend anymore, either.

Like every year, the Tholomule family had gathered to celebrate Crustmas together. This year, Matt’s parents were playing hosts.

“Come on, Matty, it’s Crustus Eve!” Steve replied cheerfully. “You know she doesn’t have anyone else. And no one should have to spend tonight alone.”

Matt didn’t know why his half-brother still insisted on including his former friend. 

“Hey, Bria isn’t a kid anymore, Spiky.” Matt’s dad walked in holding a box of old crustmas weapons. “Hasn’t been in a long time. She’ll be fine on her own. The Crustus Monster only goes after children, remember?”

He set down the box of weapons and started sharpening a blade.

“Of course, neither are you two. This should be a pretty boring Crustus, without any children in the house-” Matt’s father continued, but Matt stopped listening.

Without any children…

It was just a hunch, a vague idea. And he wanted to tell himself that he must be wrong, that Bria didn’t need a better reason to ignore Steve’s invitation for the last few years. But if he was right…

“Shit.”

—

Latissa

Bria paced across the courtyard, hands tight around her weapon as she inspected walls for weakpoints and scanned what might soon become a battleground. The walls won’t protect you, a nasty little voice in her head reminded her.

She knew that from experience.

There was no hiding from the Crustustious Carbuncle, a monstrosity preying on children every year that the more fortunate had dubbed Crustus and formed a big celebration around.

They had it easy. If you had the numbers, defeating the monster wasn’t all that difficult. It was easy to forget (or ignore) that such a monster could not live on an empty stomach.

Sure, Crustus could not hope to win a fight against a full family of witches.

But that didn’t matter. Because there were other places.

Places full of children that no one cared enough about to take into one’s home.

Places that weren’t as well protected.

Places like the orphanage she grew up in.

“You know, I remember you saying you’d never go back to that shithole again,” a new voice interrupted her brooding.

“I did.” She turned around and faced her childhood friend. “What are you doing here. Don’t you have a family to hang out with?”

Matt looked at her with something like pity, which only made Bria angrier. “Steve sent you an invitation,” he stated, looking around at the pitiful gathering.

“I know,” she said. He started looking around to avoid her eyes.

“That’s… everyone?” Matt asked, gesturing at the few caretakers that cared enough to stay and the handful of teenagers just old enough to fight. It was a pitiful showing, considering the number of children they were trying to protect.

Bria huffed in irritation and looked away. “It’s all voluntary. What do you expect?”

Matt sighed and went silent for a moment. “You could have said something.”

“To you?” She gave a sarcastic laugh, then got serious again. “We’re not friends. You made that pretty clear.” With that, she turned away and continued her fruitless job of checking the walls. “If you’re just here to complain about me not coming to your little family thing, you might as well leave.”

He didn’t answer, but also didn’t make any move to leave yet.

When she glanced back at him again, he was on his scroll, looking way to relaxed.

“What. Are you still doing here,” Bria bit out. The sun was quickly setting and they really didn’t need any distractions.

He raised his eyebrows and smirked at her.

“Getting you some more volunteers.”

[violetrose-art]

Last Line Tag

Thanks for the tag, @oceangirl24

I tag: @ibrithir-was-here, @princesspuresarahk, and anyone who wants to play

I got myself into a bit of a writing mood and this is what I have so far for the newest chapter of CinderAmity.

Lord Belos, Boscha, and Bria were finally ready. Belos wore a black button-up shirt, a golden yellow cravat, a dark gray jacket with golden buttons and accents, matching gray pants, a white leather belt with a gold buckle, and a pair of brand new dress shoes that seemed to be made from black snake skin. Boscha wore what appeared to be a red and black Asian styled outfit with long sleeves and poofy knee-length pants while Bria wore an outfit that resembled pirate garb with a brown vest, black gloves, and a bandana wrapped around her head. The trio made their way downstairs towards the front door.

“Oooh, it’s finally happening!” Boscha exclaimed as she grabbed her crab palisman.

“I know, I can’t wait!” Bria added, picking up her rhinoceros palisman.

“Girls, please.” Belos said as he draped a white and gold cape over his shoulders. He picked up three personalized masks from a nearby drawer and handed one to each girl; he kept the third. “This is meant to be a formal occasion. I understand your excitement, but you must remember to—”

“Hey, wait! Wait for me!” CinderAmity’s voice called out.

They all turned their heads to see CinderAmity running towards them with a big grin on her face. She was now wearing a medium-length magenta dress with long sleeves, lacey accents, a white vest, matching white gloves, pale pink leggings, and a pair of orchid colored shoes. She had used the clothes in the chest to create something new. Ghost was watching from behind the staircase. Boscha, Bria, and Belos stared unblinking at CinderAmity’s outfit before Boscha broke the silence with an appreciative whistle.

“Whoa.” Bria commented with wide eyes.

CinderAmity blushed and shyly smiled.

“Where did you…?” Belos started.

“It didn’t cost you anything, sire.” CinderAmity said, stepping forward. “This is just something I… put together last minute.”

He furrowed his brow and scoffed. “I can see that.” He walked closer to his stepdaughter, which made her quite nervous. “…I’m sorry to have to tell you this, my dear… but this is a rather questionable choice, even for you.” He stopped a few inches from her and looked her in the eye. “I mean, this thing is so old fashioned… it’s practically falling to pieces.”

“W-what do you mea—?” CinderAmity started before Belos suddenly ripped the left sleeve of her dress. She gasped in shock.

“Oh dear, the shoulder’s fraying.” He said before violently tearing the vest open, causing the buttons to fall. “What did I tell you? It’s falling to bits.”

“What?! No! No, Belos! Stop, don’t!” CinderAmity cried as Belos proceeded to rip more and more parts of her outfit.

Boscha and Bria eventually joined in, but all they did was spill things on her like a flower vase of old water and even some abomination goo and pretended it was an accident. When they were through, CinderAmity looked at her ruined outfit in shock. She glanced back up at Belos with tears welling up in her eyes.

“How could you?” She asked.

He sneered as his eyes flashed blue. “…How could I otherwise? I refuse to associate myself with a ragged little thing like you.”

[clovariia]

“constructing compassion”

  💎 mattholomule & bria (featuring a lot of gustholomule references) 💎 2.6k words 💎 if season 3 won't give me gustholomule content, then i'll simply have to write it myself

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/41863470

[kpopcrazed]

Last night my brother said this song is how I write. There's no description of anything just lots of talking.

[planetsano]

gojo? gojo.. is the type of man to get so.. engrossed in the feeling of your cunt wrapped so snuggly around his thick cock— so drunk and stupid on your pussy.. that he proposes. he proposes to you in the midst of rutting into you, seconds before he spills his load into your cunt.

he’s really into it too.. saying things like: “god, i’m gonna fucking— marry you.” or “shut up.. shut up, please.. and marry me.” through his teeth. gojo doesn’t really know what he’s saying either but they are his subconscious thoughts he’s been harboring over time. its just? he’d rather not want to commit with every he has going on with him at the moment.

so he fucks you like he’s your husband, & you’re his wife.

[rntoshi]

🔊yo hiori (n): visitation days with your boyfriend.

/ • drabble, fem!reader, vaginal sex, all characters are adults.

͏ ͏͏ ͏​ ͏similar: quickies, sneaky links.

there were plenty of dorm rooms in the blue lock facility, but no one could ever anticipate the way sweet little (name) rides her pretty eyed boyfriend into his own blissful oblivion behind the closed doors. standing next to each other, the couple seemed as cute as can be mild mannered, friendly and innocent. even so when hiori introduced her as his girlfriend to the others, it was clear that they found her to be rather endearing. there was just an air to her that made it hard for them to not feel a cute aggression. that, or maybe it had been quite some time since they've all had a real interaction with a girl. the essence of dainty feminine energy feels like such a magic when introduced into a state of raging testosterone.

hiori's pretty, pale and slender hands always seem to start on her thighs, massaging her skin with firm squeezes as she bounces up and down on his fat cock tirelessly. his hands slide upwards and cyan orbs zone in on how her tits jump, defying gravity every time she was met with his pelvis.

“i’ve missed you so much—” (name) struggles to get out as her hands rest on his chest. she balances herself out and her hips rolling down onto his own, the burn in her thighs feels like she’s just gotten finished with a workout.

hiori stays silent, but it’s because she feels like.. a piece of living and breathing art. he doesn’t know where to touch her because he wants to feel everything inch of her. and as he looks up at her through his lashes and he wishes— no prays, that he can savor this moment for as long as he possibly could. he misses her, everything about her. her touch, scent, taste, voice— everything.

naturally, he’s grown much more sensitive since he's been enrolled into the program. the lack of her soft touch and the inviting warmth that is her cunt seems like a distant memory on most days and no number of times he wraps his hand around the thickness of his cock will ever replicate what he has right now. he wonders if soccer is even worth it, and the funny thing is that he knows it’s not.

hiori desperately want her to see herself from his point of view. lying underneath her while she worked and gave him the upmost pleasure, little things like the way the fat on her thighs was so pliable to his grasp or how he can practically see the hearts and stars in her eyes as she looks down at him. she's in love and he's obsessed with how well he can see it in her.

the way her cunt is contracting around him lets him know all he needs to know: she's close. when she's on top, she had a tendency to take a little bit more control, she didn't hesitate to grab hiori's wrists and place his palms on the roundness that is her tits. her moans become breathless and higher pitch and she's soon creaming on his shaft. she continuously says "baby" as if it's a mantra leaving her lips and the mere helplessness in her voice in what makes hiori pump her full of his cum, or well he would have if it wasn't the thin rubber barrier protecting her fertile womb.

she collapses on his chest and they're both breathless, basking in the afterglow of their high.

and as if on cue,

"visitation hours end in 10 minutes." the intercom announces.

© rntoshi 2023. do not modify or repost.

[beedreamscape]

We're in that moment of the side arcs where they're just exploring and I just 😴💤

[bridgeportbritt]

A Private Phone Line | SimDonia

The time has finally come for our two Queens to communicate again. Unfortunately, the riff between them seems to be too great for reconciliation at this time.

Transcript Under the Cut

Bria: Hello, Your Majesty.

Diana: Your Royal Highness! Hi, it’s nice to hear your voice. How are you?

Bria: Hi. I’m doing alright. How are you?

Diana: I’m doing good. Just waddling along mostly.

Diana: I wanted to send a congratulations to you and your son. I heard about his engagment.

Bria: Oh, thank you. I’ll send that message over to Grayson.

Diana: I also had, sort of a wedding gift for Grayson. To bring him more into the fold. I was thinking of giving him the title - Duke of Creeksbrey.

Bria: Uh- what?

Diana: Yes, he of course doesn’t need the crown’s blessing, but I wanted to show that he has my support. The crown’s support.

Bria: Respecfully, Your Majesty, we decline.

Diana: You... decline?

Bria: Yes.

Diana: May I ask why?

Bria: Because, no offense, Your Majesty, but the last thing my son needs is to be apart of this messed up institution. He is thriving. And I believe a huge reason why is because he’s not apart of this system. He is able to be his own person, make his own choice, and he doesn’t need some title to validate him.

Diana: Bria, I promise you that the title will not come with any requirements or rules. It’s simply a gift... a gesture. Nothing more.

Bria: I know you believe these titles are gifts, Your Majesty. But I know from experience that they can just as easily become weapons. Weapons of control to be deployed whenever it’s convenient to the crown. I’m sorry, Diana. But, I won’t have my sons be apart of it. I’ve already given the crown my daughters, my company, my person and so much more. It ends with my boys.

Diana sighs: Bria, I’m sorry. I- I know things have not been easy for you and that I’m to blame for a lot of it. But I wish you could see this gesture for what it is.

Bria: Oh, I see things perfectly clear, Your Majesty. Which is why I’m respectfully declining.

Bria: I should really get going now, Your Majesty. Lots of planning to do. Thanks for calling.

Diana: Yes, of course. Have a good day, Your Royal Highness.

[anguigenus]

Hey guys it's ya boy Basalt J Anguigenus back with another silly funny work about his goofy crackship 😝

They share an indirect kiss in this one :o you should read it it's really cute!

[mrsgiovanna]

Chibi Bri x Gio posing after a stand battle. They were having such a cute date too.. he took her to see a ballet

Hope you're doing well Bri ❣

Owaaah Bella this is so so cute, I've been hogging this to myself in my inbox, tysmmmmm for it and the scenario. With their colours I'm going to say they're at the opening of the nutcracker (all Christmasy) aww this is so perfect *cries* I hope you're well too my friend 🌟💞🤲🏼

[drachenfalter]

Masha meets an Elf

It was still Halloween. Masha was on their way home when a girl with purple hair in a vaguely medieval costume stumbled out of the woods.

“Everything alright?” Masha noticed tears in the costume and the haunted look on the girl’s face.

“Where am I?” She looked around.

“Old Gravesfield.” Masha answered. Then they saw the girl's elf-ears twitch. Not fake. “You’re not a human.”

“Of course not-” the girl began. Noticed Masha’s ears. “You’re human.”

Masha smiled. “Need a place to stay?”

The elf blinked. Then nodded, hesitantly.

“Great! You can tell me your story when we’re somewhere warm.”