#I get to go so wild with effects and colours

[beeguillotine]

She's Mysterious... She's Rainbow.... She's Girl.....

[foli-vora]

congrats on 3k!! Not sure if you're still doing this, but can I request something smutty with agent whiskey with the prompt "can we go home yet?"

Thank you for the request, my sweet! I'm so sorry for the time it took to get around to it, but I hope you enjoy! ❤️

errands

jack daniels x f!reader

word count: 1.7k warnings: i love him sm, sweet husband jack will give you everything, jack being a sexy menace, semi public/parking lot activities, swearing, SMUT 18+ ONLY: what's a domesticity kink called? idk, whatever it is we've got that. fingering, orgasm denial, can't not use this gif lmao

The familiar churning of warmth in the pit of your stomach has followed you relentlessly throughout the day, despite you leaving your shared bed much later than socially acceptable after a long morning lost in Jack’s hold. There’s a gentle ache between your thighs from his dedicated efforts, the feeling never once letting your mind wander from the way he unravelled every part of your body and soul over and over.

And this? This wasn’t helping.

The confidence he oozed striding through the hardware store, knowing exactly what he wanted and where he would get it. The way he would ramble about the house renovation plans; what rooms could be what, where he could build you a little reading nook with a window overlooking the endless rolling green fields, or what materials he would need to make some floor to ceiling built in bookcases for your shared collection of books…

His excitement at dedicating his variety of skills into bringing your dream home to life is palpable, bringing forth such a fond tenderness to your chest that it makes you swear you couldn’t possibly love this man anymore if you tried. It rolls from him in waves now, as he wanders with his full cart of various renovation necessities and voicing his thoughts on what particular paint colours would match your shared vision.

It’s just all so sweet, so domestic.

It’s driving you wild.

Lips wrapping around the straw of your soda cup, you study the broad planes of his back, covered by his ever present leather jacket that thankfully stops just above the soft swell of his ass—bless that man for knowing how to pick his jeans. If it weren’t for the sweet elderly couple flicking through colour swatches at the end of the aisle, you simply would’ve crowded him into the shelves just for a much needed taste of his mouth, and maybe a quick feel—

“You listenin’ to me back there?”

“Not really,” you admit honestly, tongue rolling across your lower lip as he gives you a playful frown of disapproval from over his shoulder. That familiar heat rises and swells in your core, and you shift impatiently on your feet. “Can we go home yet?”

He chuckles, reaching out to pluck a paintbrush from the shelf and feeling the synthetic fibres between his fingers. “You gettin’ bored, darlin’? Is that why you’ve been poutin’ the last two aisles?”

“I haven’t been pouting.”

“Mhm,” he rumbles deeply, lips tugged up into a small smile of amusement as he continues his perusal of the variety of painting accessories. Eventually he lands on the ones he finds somewhat satisfactory, and tosses them into the cart before beckoning you closer with an open hand reached out behind him.

You take it and press up into his side easily, sighing softly at the heavy arm that wraps around your shoulders and the lips that press gently against your temple. The heat from his body seeps into yours while a wash of his familiar cologne assaults your nostrils, and it takes every bit of strength to not tilt your head and catch his lips in a searing kiss that would go scaring away any and everyone within range.

God, he just smells so damn good. 

“Okay, so I may have been pouting—but it’s all your fault.”

He chuckles, the deep throaty timbre of it twisting pleasantly in your core, and what really kills you is that he has no idea the actual effect he has on you. Everything about him either sends you into a sweet and dizzying lovesick spiral, or hurtling straight into the fiery depths of hell with the thoughts that turn in your mind.

“Is that right? How so, sugar?”

You sigh, turning in his hold and raking a finger down his chest, winding around the buttons of his shirt as it goes. “All I can think about is fucking you right in the middle of this aisle, Jack.”

He blinks in surprise, taken off guard and rendered slightly bewildered by your admittance. “Come again?”

“Yes—I’m planning on it actually, again and again.”

A grin quickly tugs at his lips and his eyes flicker to the passersby going about their days as he tugs you closer, his thick drawl oozing into your ears, “You’re gonna get us thrown out if you keep that talk up, sugar.”

“Good, then we could go home and waste the afternoon away.”

He sighs, trying to appear vexed by your apparent disinterest in your errands, but the smile still tugging insistently at his lips gives him away. You see the playful sparkle in his eyes, the desperate want to give you everything you need and more, and you know you’ve got him right where you want him.

“Come on, Jack,” you coo, dragging him in for another kiss with just a taste of everything you’re feeling that leaves him chasing your lips when you eventually pull away, “let’s go home. Let me have you.”

“You’ll be the end of me, you know that?” He grumbles quietly before shaking his head, winding a hand down to grab teasingly at your ass cheek and giving it a firm tap that sends a rocket of heat hurtling straight to your core. “Fine. Registers—now. And no dawdlin’, go on now.”

It takes an agonisingly long time to pay, and you’re sure he does it on purpose. Jack lingers, happily chatting away to the older man serving you, and he has to know how impatient it’s making you because you swear you spy a smirk lingering at the edge of his lips as you start to shift from foot to foot. 

You pounce as soon as he slides into the driver's seat, curling a hand around his neck and bringing his mouth greedily to yours. He responds quickly, unable to pull away from the lure of your kiss, lips parting and tongue meeting yours in a tangle of need. You groan into the heat of his mouth, relishing in the burn of his moustache as the kiss deepens. It does nothing to douse the fire wreaking havoc on your body, and you shift restlessly in your seat, thighs rubbing as you search for something to aid in your distress.

He chuckles, the force of his kiss moving you back into your seat as he crowds into you over the middle console, a hot hand splaying on the skin of your thigh to calm your agitation. 

The words rumble against your lips softly, “You want it right here, sugar?”

Public indecency be damned—you need something. It’s not like you’re close to the store where people mill about, with Jack always preferring to park a ways away so there’s minimal risk of someone scratching the sleek and shiny paint of the Bronco. There’s no one around, it’s just you two… just you two, in your own little piece of bliss. 

You pant softly into his mouth while nodding, fire growing up and along your spine as his rough fingers start to push up beneath the hem of your sundress. You’re already squirming from the familiar feel of them, system wired tightly in keen anticipation to feel them brush against you.

“You’re a greedy little thing today,” he murmurs, fingers coaxing your thighs to widen as they begin to dip their way beneath the waistband of your underwear.

A groan reverberates from his chest when he gently glides them along your slit to feel the heavy build up of arousal, taking a painfully long moment to simply feel you, before zoning in on your clit with the lightest of pressures. He circles softly over it, darkened eyes bouncing over your features as you relish in the hazy roll of pleasure taking over your body.

He ducks to press a series of open mouthed kisses to the side of your throat, teeth teasingly nipping at the sensitive skin and tongue soothing the brief pinch of pain away before the curve of his nose traces the shell of your ear. His honeyed drawl brings a shiver across your skin, and it really should be fucking illegal with the things it makes you feel.

“You been walkin’ around like this all morning, honey? You poor thing.”

Finally—God, finally—he allows his fingers to dip down and tease at your entrance, swirling two thick digits shamelessly through your arousal before sliding and curling them deep against the walls of your cunt. He’s quick to swallow the broken sounds that fall from your throat, his lips quirking up into a self satisfied smirk against yours as your hips squirm needily against the pressure of his hand.

“Go on, sugar. Take what you need, I’ve got you.”

You begin a somewhat messy rock of your hips, unashamedly beginning to fuck yourself on his fingers and ensuring to keep the calloused heel of his hand pressed up hard against your swollen clit. It provides the friction you need, you crave, with every back and forth roll against the rough surface of it causing the overwhelming heat in your core to build.

It’s just what you need. It’s just—it’s perfect. The feel of his thick digits dragging against your hot, slick walls; the relentless pressure against your clit; the perfect harmony of both working in tandem to bring a wash of electricity across your nerves, to bring you closer to that blissful edge you feel coming with every tense second—

“G-god, Jack—”

“I know, baby. I know.”

And… fuck. It’s right there, you’re right there—

—only for it to be just out of reach.

The feeling heightens, lingers, and then horrifically melts away into a throbbing ache as Jack retracts his fingers completely, the thick digits glistening from your flood of arousal in the sunlight filled cab.

He ignores your agonised cry of denial from the sudden loss and emptiness, and sucks them into his mouth, before reaching and turning the keys in the ignition, the truck rumbling to life loudly beneath you while you’re left trembling against the leather, thighs spread and cunt weeping.

“That’s what you get for bein’ impatient,” he drawls, a wicked shine to those warm honey eyes. “Now you sit pretty for the ride home, and I may be nicer when I get that sweet ass of yours inside.”

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Cowboy Casanova - Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I wrote anything spicy but since Glen had to go and make that comment while reading thirst tweets yesterday, here we are. It's not my best, and it's literally plotless smut, but c'est la vie.

pairing: Lt. Jake Seresin x fem!reader

warnings/content: minors dni below the cut / fingering, praise kink, swearing, daddy kink, breeding kink if you squint, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it, y'all).

word count: 1.1k

“Come on then, cowboy. Show me what you’ve got,” you challenged, hands resting firmly on your hips as you eyed your tall, blonde-haired boyfriend up, trying to resist the urge to bite your lip as your gaze fell on his sharply toned body, his white long-sleeved henley hugging his muscular physique tightly, accentuating every curve of his arms in a way that was almost hypnotizing.

“Cowboy?” Jake retorted, laughing dryly as he raised the amber coloured glass bottle in his hand to his lips, taking a sip of the cold, frothy liquid inside, shaking his head in mock disbelief at your bold attitude, trying hard to deny any semblance of feeling towards you over it. 

“You heard me. You sure as shit talk like one.” 

“You makin’ fun of my accent, darlin’? I thought most women go wild for a good Southern boy.”

“Most women might. It takes more than an accent to win me over, gorgeous.”

He leaned in towards you, his tall frame towering in as he ducked his head down beside your ear. His voice was a low, seductive whisper as he spoke - he knew what he was doing, you were terrible at bluffing, and honestly, so was he, but that was part of what made this whole exchange so appealing. 

“Oh believe me, I’m up for the challenge,” He purred as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, his fingers brushing against your skin lightly, yet in a way that made your skin feel hot to the touch. 

He pressed his lips to the sensitive patch of skin directly in front of your ear, his warm breath taunting your nerves as you felt it brush over you. The smell of beer mixed with his intoxicating cologne, and you felt your head begin to spin as his lips made their way down the curve of your cheekbone, trailing their way to your neck before resting on the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder met. You felt your back press flat against the wall as Jake put his hands on your waist, gripping your body tightly as he held you in place, his knee resting in between your legs, keeping them spaced just far enough apart for him for his hand to find its way between your thighs, reaching up the short skirt you’d decided to wear that day. You felt Jake’s lips curl up into a smirk against your skin as he ran his fingertips along your slit, a cocksure chuckle escaping his lips as his fingers brushed your clit. 

“So wet for me already, babygirl,” He hummed against your neck before nipping at your sensitive skin with his teeth, continuing to grin against you as he left soft bite marks on your skin.

“Only for you, daddy,” You murmured, knowing that calling Jake that was a surefire way to have him practically ripping your clothes off in seconds. It drove him wild whenever he heard it fall from your lips like a prayer, he could barely contain himself whenever you did, and you loved taking advantage of that fact. 

Jake plunged two of his long, thick digits into your core as soon as the words came out of your mouth, barely giving you time to react to his touch. You threw your head to the side, letting out a loud whine as he pressed his fingers into you, pumping them at a taunting pace as you let out a series of lewd noises. 

“Look at my pretty girl, all dripping wet for me,” Jake teased, his tone low and deep as he grinned at you, unable to stop himself from getting cocky about the effect he had on you.

He pulled his fingers out quickly, leaving you a whimpering mess at the loss of contact as he stuck them into his mouth, his wide tongue licking them clean before he undid his belt with his free hand. As he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, he quickly dropped his jeans to the ground, kicking his boxers off his legs with them. Jake pressed you against the wall once again, his hardened cock pushing into your thigh as he lifted you up to hold your legs around his waist, using the wall as leverage to balance you where he wanted. He used one hand to guide his tip along your soaking core, leaving you a babbling mess at just the touch of him. Without warning, he pushed himself into you, an obscene sounding grunt coming out of his mouth as he felt your body clench around him. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Taking Daddy’s cock so good for me, aren’t you? Want Daddy to fill you up, hmm?” 

You attempted to respond, but your words could barely make their way into a coherent sentence as Jake continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming sharp and quick as he found his rhythm, thrusting as deep and hard into you as your bodies would allow. You managed to nod your head quickly in reply, but even getting your mind and body on the same page long enough for a simple head nod was next to impossible at this point. Jake prided himself in never half-assing anything, and that extended into his sex life. Not once in your relationship had he left you unsatisfied, or without craving, wanting, needing more. 

“I’m so close,” You finally managed to sputter out,  the only words that could come to you when Jake had you like this.

“Let it go, honey,” His words were more of a command than a phrase of encouragement as he said them, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice over it at this stage. You felt Jake beginning to lose control as your wet cunt clenched around him tightly, As Jake’s thrusts became sloppier, you felt him reach his climax, filling you with hot spurts of cum as he threw his head back, making his shouts of your name sound obscene as he was overrun with pleasure.

Panting heavily as he leaned against the wall, pinning you in place after helping you put your feet back on the floor, Jake’s sea-green eyes met yours with a lustful, yet loving gaze. He smirked as he gently pushed a strand of hair that fell from your ponytail behind your ear, leaning in to kiss you passionately, the heat of your bodies radiating between you, sweat dampening your brow.

“How ‘bout you and I take this to the bedroom so I can fuck you properly?” Jake smirked, raising one of his dark blonde eyebrows at you.

“You’re on, Cowboy, you’re on.” 

[crepes-suzette-373]

"Defective Vinsmoke bros", now in Wano.

The text says something to the effect of "Tie Dye Brothers: Wano Chaos". Specifically, this kind of tie dye (it kind of looks like their hair).

I really need to finish the WCI scenes just to clear out the sad baggage before making more crazy scenes, but I keep on having wild ideas, so here we are. Maybe more Wano stuff later.

One thing for sure though: RIP Law's sanity.

They're still "off" even in Wano because they sometimes can go "off" for, like, many days. Not just a few minutes and hours. It's really random. That's how their hair get stripey. When they're off, the hair grows out blond, but then when they switch back "on" it grows in the rainbow colours again. So each hair strand are actually stripey.

(I think too hard about these things sometimes)

Man, all those fanarts with Yonji and Zoro making the Spiderman meme or being confused for each other aren't wrong. I got confused for a second while drawing this myself.

Also additional LOLs/thinking too hard:

*) The extensions are not streaked blond like their natural hair

*) Tuna cutting knives can be easily as big as katana, with some even going over 100 cm in length (this is about the size of an oodachi sword). In Shokugeki no Sanji, if Sanji had owned one of these he wouldn't need to borrow Zoro's sword, hahahaha.

Random long talk about the clothing patterns:

This drawing is kind of a remix of the 2019 One Piece kimono calendar, but I made the patterns more relevant to their powers instead of just traditional yukata/kimono patterns. And, well, Sanji is just wearing what he wore in the series.

Calendar:

Kabuki costumes inspirations (Wano has a lot of Kabuki inspirations anyway):

Ichiji's fire pattern is based on the costume of Narukami

Niji's cloud and lighting is based on Fuwa Banzaemon

Yonji's wheel patterns is based on Genkurou Kitsune or Kitsune Tadanobu (same character from the same play, but has two names in ukiyoe)

Random aside, the Tadanobu role is probably the most "iconic" of all Kabuki looks, it's what people tend to imagine when they hear "Kabuki". The pose, the makeup, the costume, everything:

[green-alien-turdz]

i want you to go over each and every small character detail you add and explain i love your mind and your art dude no homo

Okay, here we go

STAN: Peace sign pin on his hat n sometimes wears preachy shirts about environmentalism bcuz he's an ecofag. He has faint old scars on his arms n thighs cuz he used to cut. He's often covered in bruises bcuz the CD shows are tightly packed n he will inevitably get hit at least once.

KENNY: Covered in shit load of scars bcuz dead as hell. He's missin a visible top tooth bcuz it got cracked as shit n asked the gang to pull it out for him, which they very poorly did. While he doesn't care about havin nice clothes, he likes comedy shirts bcuz he'll lose his mind if he can't make someone at least chuckle.

CARTMAN: Stretch marks bcuz he a big bitch. His hair is the exact same bcuz he got so used to it as a kid n now has anxiety about changin it (he will never admit this). He also likes wearin funny shirts bcuz Kenny got him goin on that. Bro also wears tight or more showin clothin when he feels cuz he couldn't give less of a shit about how other view his body.

KYLE: Mouth scars from Human Centipad (he just kinda ignores the scars now. He couldn't come to terms with them, so he just numbed himself to them), sh scars bcuz that bitch ain't well. Jewfro in full bloom as he just doesn't care n he REALLY needs to take better care of it bcuz it's so matted. CD shirt 95% of the time bcuz it's like his #1 comfort item.

MARJORINE (or Butters if we're goin by show name): She keeps her hair at that very specific length bcuz it's long enough to where she feels more feminine, but short enough to where her parents don't suspect anything (but gettin allowed to grow it that long took a lot of convincing). He eye left eye is scarred n not able to move much due to the throwin star incident (she is blind in that eye). She does have old sh scars from middle school when she had to come to terms with bein trans n she was extremely confused n conflicted about all of it. She likes wearin skirts bcuz it makes her feel more feminine, but has to get dressed once out in public, so it's somethin she can quickly get on and off if need be.

IKE: Long hair/mullet adjacent bcuz he is just likin the look right now n after Sheila made him keep his hair short for majority of his childhood, he's just kinda feelin out different things. I gave him freckles bcuz in Cartman Get's an Anal Probe, Kyle calls him a 'freckly kid'. Bro got them glasses bcuz he grew up on the computer. His front tooth is cracked n brown bcuz he n Kyle were wrestlin n Ike hit a table. And while it's not completely uncommon for people to start growin facial hair in middle school, Ike started to bcuz Canadians hit puberty earlier.

KAREN: She has a birth mark on the left side of her face (did this in placement for the weird maybe dirt stain she has in the show). Her hair is long n all over the place bcuz she doesn't really brush her hair (you can blame Kenny for the influence) n she cuts it herself but is not too great at layering. Growin up impoverished n around the ideologies that Stan n CD always talks about made her rather angry in the sphere of politics n human rights, so she is very vocal about her opinions of the shit she sees (which is why she always writes shit on her clothes). She can also sometimes be seen wearin a rasta coloured beanie, which was Kevin's before he died.

CRAIG: Usually wearin his work hoodie (Fagoccini's Pizzaria) bcuz mf doesn't care to put in effort outside of that seein as he works so much. Bro wears a similar hat to the one he did as a kid bcuz it brought him a lot of comfort, n now that his hairline is recedin n he's baldin a lil bit at 18, he wears it bcuz he's a lil insecure. He doesn't give a shit that his teeth a crooked n gapped cuz it doesn't effect shit, but he does have a bit of an underbite that pisses him off bcuz he swears up n down that's what makes his voice sound so nasally.

TWEEK: Hair all fuckin wild bcuz he cuts it himself, n loses patience quickly n starts choppin. He also has white streaks in his hair which started appearing after his parents got arrested n durin his very long detox (from the stress of the info and on his body cuz of the dependency). He's got scratches all over his face n body from stress scratchin, meltdowns, n a few mishaps here n there. Bro also got sh scars bcuz bro got a lotta shit that went down n his brain chemistry is FUCKED.

WENDY: She cuts her hair short bcuz she wants to have a more androgynous appearance, but is still very confident with bein feminine n shit like that. When she started to become more human rights n social justice oriented, she started to get into boxing (as well as wrestling in school). She thought it would be a good to know how to fight if it came down to it. Plus she could already kick ass before, n she just thought it would be best to hone that ability.

BEBE: Started changin quite a bit after she had a whole moment of thinkin that she would turn out exactly like her mom (she has nothin wrong with her, just doesn't want that life). While she's still into things like cheer, she also started lookin into things that weren't what she was used to. She ended up findin Pink Flamingos, n became obsessed with Divine ever since. She dyes her cuz she feels better with it. n while she still does her makeup conventionally, she likes doin a more dark colour palet.

CLYDE: He's just Clyde. Dude's appearance didn't change that much bcuz he didn't change much. Some mfs just kinda be like that.

TOLKEIN: His mom suggested he try different hairstyles to be more connected with his culture bcuz he was havin a moment where he felt a lil blah bein the only Black dude his age in the area. He doesn't do upkeep as much as he should though, so things are a lil messy, but he doesn't see a problem as workin on the farm makes everythin messy so much faster anyway.

JIMMY: Bro just dresses casually. He doesn't really care about clothes or shit bcuz he can get people's attention with his comedy. Ladies man as fuck

HENRIETTA: Always has the best outfits bcuz she got into sewin so that she could start makin shit that she specifically wanted. She has a few tattoos- some are stick n pokes she did with her friends, others her mom signed off on when she was still under 18. She tries to ward people off with her makeup, which works rather well in South Park. She has both old sh scars from her emo moment (where she was just doin it cuz that's what she was told emo's did), n ones from later on where she was just feelin super empty n couldn't find a way to romanticize it like done previously.

FIRKLE: He's still in middle school so he doesn't go AS out there with his fashion bcuz he doesn't have the in-school support of his friends anymore. But still does dramatic makeup which he gets in trouble for all the time.

MICHAEL: Simple clothes that he's comfortable in, but not so simple that he feels like he's conforming. Pierced his ears up n down bcuz he was told he couldn't. Pierced his own eyebrow 3 different times bcuz it keeps growin out. Knee brace due to arthritis, unfortunately. A shit load of sh scars bcuz he always tries to act so stoic n unbothered around everyone else, that it led to him breaking down all the time in private bcuz he wasn't allowin himself to feel things.

/\ They have a matchin stick n poke 'nevermore' tattoo bcuz they thought it'd be pretty dope n they wanted to connect themselves with eachother via blood usin the same needle (don't do that, it's not great to get other people's blood in ya) \/

PETE: Dude's mom is extremely supportive of him bein goth, so much so that she was the one dyin his hair as a kid bcuz he asked. He has a very specific style that he likes n sometimes he goes through his grandpa's old shit to find stuff to wear (usually altering it to be more dark in appearance).

(There are others I have designs for, but bcuz I haven't posted them much, imma just stop here.)

Enjoy this fuckin novel, bro. Thank you. And I'm sorry, but I'm a full homo kind of guy

[vaguely-concerned]

Stray Gods Character Design Thoughts

In order we're going Pan, Apollo, Persephone, Eros, Aphrodite and a little bit of Venus! Disclaimer that I have no professional experience in character design at all, so these are only my vibes-based ramblings and observations purely for fun and because my brain simply won't shut up about this game haha. Also I will freely admit Pan probably gets the most attention in this because of who I am as a person and where my heart truly lies at the end of the day lol

PAN

Ok, first of all I have so many questions and they all delight me. This guy is the god of the wild places ("Where else would I be, but among the trees and the wild things?"), he lives in a magical garden on top of an office building... and he’s walking around everywhere in an expensive three piece tailored suit (when Freddie accuses him of being a sleaze in a cheap suit he protests mildly that his suit is anything but cheap haha). The cut of it is really carefully thought out and planned, but the bold colours under the grey coat and (studied I am sure) careless details like the tie also make it fun and playful. Which is pleasingly coherent with the general theme of his character in the writing too and I adore it.  

This is not the point, I know, but I’m wondering how he makes that work just like. Practically now. Has Athena fixed up Olympus with in-house laundry service? And other sentences I did not expect to type out today lol. Ah well he’s wily I’m sure he has his ways. 

I can't heap enough praise on it, this design is SUCH an interesting and elegant marriage of the immediately recognizable satyr features and thus animal symbolism with all its added pagan weight in a post-Christianity setting, and the sort of ‘man of wealth and taste’ imagery of the devil at the crossroads they clearly want to evoke, especially in his first scene. And partially through his mannerism there’s also an added element of like… eccentric but surprisingly competent college professor — just look at the way he carries himself whenever he isn’t putting on the charm or when he’s being guarded and self-contained. That little hands resting on his back pose exudes ‘nerd’ so deeply to me haha. (Incredibly fuckable nerd, to be sure, but still!)

you don't fool me buddy I know what you are. I know all the trouble you went to to get a book.

His body language shifts very quickly between wild playful expressiveness and a sort of nonchalant urbane detachment that borders on coldness sometimes, and it fascinates me. Especially since that more refined unavailable side seems to be something he’s deliberately cultivated, to some extent. When Grace calls him out on how boring it sounds to just let yourself go numb and distant to survive, he doesn’t deny that at all, only saying that at least it’s been quite effective. 

Putting the rest under a cut to save people's dashes! I may, as they say, have gotten a tiny bit carried away.

Physically he’s not very imposing — he’s only a little taller than Grace, and the shortest of all of the love interests, which I find somehow very charming and also plays into him being more of a guile-based character. “Seeing as I am neither big nor truly bad, it behooves me to be wary of those who are both” indeed!

I’m fairly sure he’s the character wearing the most layers. Even his hands are mostly covered by gloves. He partially covers up his eyes with the tinted glasses — interesting, as one of the features that most give his real nature away with their sidewise pupils, and the lenses are tinted purple as the complimentary colour to yellow, so it downplays just how bright they are. All together it’s very much a ‘well, he’s certainly got to be in there somewhere’ sort of vibe at times. (Since he also seems to care about his clothes quite a bit — he complains about scuffing his pants during the climb in the Medusa mission if you go the lockpick route — I have drawn the conclusion that getting him out of all of that must take quite a bit of time, no matter how much practice he’s probably put in over the years of meeting 'delicious people' lol) 

It’s a design that manages to give, at the same time: animal-featured ancient god, deal with the devil, teacher, overtones of con man if you’re inclined to be Freddie-levels of uncharitable lol, eccentric rich weird uncle… there’s a lot going on here and somehow it all works haha. He isn’t wearing any jewelry at all unless you count the glasses, which now that I’m looking at the rest of the character designs in this game is actually fairly rare among them!

His eyes really are incredibly bright when uh naked as it were, though. I like the implication that he is aware of this and actually goes out of his way to downplay it, even when he’d normally be wearing glamour anywhere it would strictly matter for it to show. Between that, the meaningful zoom in on him at the Underworld when Apollo says that all the Idols can be themselves there even if they don’t look human, Pan claiming he’s been distrusted and side-eyed by the others basically since the beginning and seeming kind of frustrated and hurt about it, in his deflecting way, and the implication of a hierarchy among the Idols at least under Athena’s leadership in this stained glass painting (notably all the visibly non-human Idols/hangers on are at the bottom, and Hecate, Asterion and especially Medusa are the characters most affected and confined by the oppressive status quo Athena upholds)...

this one! sing it with me now EVERYBODY LEAVES THIS PLACE ALIVEEE ok we can move on

you know, some possible Subtext and Implications going on here, I’d say. (It is only potential subtext and implication, though, so, you know, take my extrapolations here with a grain of salt!) He certainly doesn’t do himself many favors with the persona he’s built up in regards to being trusted and included either, but his status as a little bit of an outsider does seem to precede that so I feel like it’s more of a response than the main cause. Along the same lines he gets much more testy about the Green route of ‘I Can Teach You’ than he does about you just not choosing him in the Red one, he takes that pretty gracefully. So it is the being deliberately kept on the outside and openly distrusted and dismissed that gets to him. (To be clear I don't think openly distrusting a strange guy showing up in your living room like that is at all unreasonable either haha I just think the nuances of his response are enlightening as to where he's really coming from)

this one isn't even to illustrate anything it's just because I love him so much and think he's pretty I'll be real with you all

Anyway I just keep thinking about how incredibly tender it would be if sometimes, when they’re in private, Grace takes his glasses off to see his eyes better and he lets her. That shakes something deep in my soul apparently. That fucks me up but like in a good way.

APOLLO

- Apollo’s style of dress leaves his navel helpfully exposed for the copious amounts of depressed gazing he habitually subjects it to. (I say this not entirely without affection.) 

a crumpled tissue of a man

In keeping with his incredibly emo mode, there’s very little colour involved and he doesn’t take much care to present anything with care (look at the state of that shirt and tell me if Apollo has picked up an iron in the last forty years), BUT interestingly he’s not entirely open and unadorned, he does wear that network of jewelry across his chest and neck. Which I think is to show that the old Apollo is not entirely gone (“There he is, god of the sun”), even if he has been a sack stuffed with sad for a long time now. I wonder how many of these things are leftover preferences from being only Lucas — presumably the tattoos at least are from before he fished Apollo up from the sea? If I’m reading the vibes right on that, the blue of the tattoos and the gold of the sun… thingy he wears with the jewelry are the main splashes of colour in his design aside from his hair, and they’re both ‘leftovers’ from both his previous lives, surfer bro and solar deity recently fallen on hard times. Physically he would be tall and imposing, parodically built, except that he carries himself with all the confidence and panache of a damp depressed dishrag. 

Also I can’t believe this guy is walking around everywhere in sandals. Apollo makes sad flip-flop sounds wherever he goes, including when he steps up during ‘The Trial’. That’s so amazingly pathetic (affectionate). 

We can see from the photo with him and Calliope that he wasn’t always quite this much of a mess. Once, he did his shirt up a whole maybe four buttons and wore something that wasn’t beige!

Intellectually I acknowledge that it's a design meant to provide fanservice, even though I personally could not consider this guy in a sexual or romantic light if you gave me a thousand years to build up to it. (I've said it before but if he's anything to me, he is the incredibly fail father figure continually letting me down in tiny ways I never had.) Godspeed to the Apollo-enjoyers out there, though, Summerfall gave him those abs and that poor little meow meow energy just for you and it's your right to enjoy that

- Pan and Apollo also bring out some really interesting contrasts both as characters and designs when you hold them up against each other:  

Once you scratch the surface a tiny bit Pan clearly has just as much self-loathing as Apollo (“If Athena had taken me up on my offer, the Idols would have been better off” uh. Okay buddy we’re gonna have to process that one together later what do you say), but where Apollo is completely helplessly open in his misery at all times, you need to unbutton Pan at least three layers until you get a honest or straightforward emotion out of him and I think that’s amazingly carried through into their visual designs. It's Good Visual Storytelling Brent   

PERSEPHONE

- I’m fairly sure the colour of Persephone’s suit is supposed to evoke pomegranate seeds. See and judge for yourself I suppose: 

She also has details on her coat that depict foliage and growing plants, but colour-wise they and the rest of the detailing is in the blue-green that symbolizes the Underworld and so death. Her jewelry is gold, which — and I’m about to do some reaching here, I’ll be big enough to own — could play in with Hades being the god of riches as well as of the dead/the underworld. Probably it’s because it works well with the colour scheme, but I’m going to pretend that it’s because even if she didn’t get the throne she did get that motherfucker’s hoard when she killed him <3 Love that for her. Her jewelry is more rose gold than Apollo’s yellow gold, too. Watch me go for even more of a reach: between the necklace and the watch, those round discs of gold remind me of the coins put on the eyes of the dead but like you know repurposed since she doesn't need them to pay the Ferryman. I never promised I'd be reasonable in this did I.  

The short hair works real well for the butch vibe and looks amazing no notes, but I think it’s also a deliberate way to differentiate herself from her younger self — when speaking of Demeter’s death, she says that moment was also the final death of that young her, ‘that girl with the long hair who loved her gardens’. Clearly the Idols do a lot of reinventing themselves over the ages in more and less conscious ways.

She has a tattoo of what looks to be foliage and a skull across her left chest and arm. I really like that idea of her having the testament to both sides of her — goddess of spring, queen of the underworld — directly on her skin, under two layers of clothes that each represent those aspects. The one on her arm looks like stalks of grain tied together to resemble the bones of the hand/forearm, maybe? which is metal as fuck, needless to say. 

She is TALL and scary and the staging always plays that up, Grace tends to look up at her like O.O. I love how sharp she is too. 

Also she is incredibly hot but you don’t need me to tell you that you all have eyes I assume. 

EROS, APHRODITE and VENUS:

- I love literally everything about Eros’ design except his hair. Not even the concept of the haircut and colours or anything, just the way it’s rendered. It looks like one strange flat cap I can’t quite make understandable in three dimensional space as hair in my head lol. Other than that it’s a banging design though, the delicate see-through material over the leather BDSM harness is genius. Choosing this form of sensuality and attractiveness for him to embody -- one that is so deeply queercoded -- also works super well. The warmth and vulnerability of his body language on top of it is *chef's kiss*. just. please define his hair a bit more and it's perfect haha.

- I'm not sure I have that much to say about Aphrodite’s design except that of course she is beauty she is grace etc., it takes a lot of thought to make such a simple design shine and by god did they do it she’s so stunning. Also interesting how her dark blues and greens with cool/silvery details contrast with Venus’ warm reds and pinks and… brass? Idk I don’t really understand jewelry haha. All warmth and soft romanticism, anyway, it looks nice. (Side note but I love Venus’ rose tattoo.) Eros and Venus have much more matching colour schemes and they both bring those islands of warmth standing around Aphrodite in her shimmering ocean coolness. (Which of course is something she has to deliberately put on before going into public these days, and is unselfconsciously glamorous in the way of an old timey Hollywood starlet, as the blue route of 'The Ritual' lampshades)

:') *whisper* everybody...

Venus is wearing pearls, which is pleasing considering her connection to Aphrodite (and the backgrounds of the 'Lost in a Moment' variant of 'The Ritual')! and both of her and Aphrodite's outfits go for a shoulderless look to great effect.

ETA: When the camera is close on Aphrodite you can actually see that she has dark circles under her eyes, only partially covered by the makeup :'( I didn't notice that before I played through 'The Ritual' on a bigger screen today

All in all I just want to acknowledge what a fantastic job the character designers at Summerfall Studios have done! There are some really fresh new takes on these mythological figures here, and it makes so much sense within the world the game presents without resorting to well-worn and tired iconography, I really do admire it greatly.

[delusional-dinosaurr]

Package Deal (Ona Batlle x Reader)

Based on THIS request!

Day of the 'Incident'

You brush off the hair that is currently all over your face. You can tell from the fact you can feel the bedsheets a little more than usual that you’re naked under the sheets.

You had a bit of a history during your time in Barcelona, the girls tried to help you stop throwing yourself at women at bars but they all knew why you did it, and who was the reason.

Ona Batlle.

The woman always felt so out of your league. Instead of even making an attempt to make a move, you went from introverted shy Y/N that the girls met 3 years ago, to extroverted ‘chica-magnet’ (Mapi’s nickname for you) Y/N. They knew you only did it because you didn’t want to face the possible rejection of Ona, even with them reassuring you she most definitely had feelings for you too!

The one rule you always kept to was to never sleep with any of your ‘chicas’. Just an exciting night, dancing with them, buying them drinks, a bit of kissing here and there and then making sure they get home safe. All the girls thought you had been sleeping around so they’ve been trying to intervene for a while, but little did they know you’d never go that far with anyone you didn’t love. Well apart from now of course.

A few weeks ago…. (One day before the transfer window opens)

“Ona you have to be kidding me, what the fuck is this?” You shove your phone in Ona’s face. It’s a post talking about a rumour of her moving to Manchester United. You’re pacing around the Barcelona locker room at seeing the news.

“You know I’d tell you if I was moving. My contract is up next month so it’s just speculation!” She sighs. You’re not sure whether to take her word for it as you know she’s always wanted to play in the WSL. Ever since you left Arsenal a few years back you’ve craved being back in the UK. Closer to your England teammates and your family.

“The transfer window opens tomorrow, are you not worried?” You ask her, concerned at the thought of losing your best friend. She shakes her head, As much as you try to forget your feelings for her, losing her to another country is something you’re not willing to accept.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket and it’s a message from your best friend Ella Toone. You quickly glance at the message and it puts a sad smile on your face. You quickly shove your phone back in your pocket.

“Look, no matter where we are you’ll always have me Y/N” Ona says as she hugs you. You sigh as you melt into the hug.

“I know, I know” You sigh “Promise you’ll tell me if you leave?” You say which earns you a nod in return from the Spaniard.

A few days later (Transfer window open)

You feel your phone vibrating like crazy and see your Twitter notifications going wild.

“No..no...no..un-fucking-believable. So much for telling me Ona” You clench your jaw seeing the headline

‘Spanish star Ona Batlle transferred to Manchester United for a 18 Month contract! Welcome Ona!!’ There’s a photo of her in a manchester jersey. You cant help but think how the colour really suits her but that quickly fades. You dial her number. Voicemail. You ring the next person you can trust.

“Hola chica magnet! How can I be of assistance? Need a lift home-"

“Mapi, where the fuck is Ona!?” You ask, pacing around your room.

“Did she not tell you? She left for Manchester this morning. The party we had was her farewell party but she didn’t tell any of us as she didn’t want anyone being upset. You know what she’s like” Mapi sighs.

24 hours before the 'Incident'

You get off the plane and instantly put your sunglasses back on. Your hangover from your hard night in Barcelona last night is still having its effect on you.

“Y/N!!!” You hear your England teammate scream as she runs to you in the baggage area. You instantly grab her and pull her into the tightest hug. “I’ve missed you so much Lessi” You say with you face shoved into her shirt.

“I’m so happy you’re coming to stay with me for a bit. It’ll do you some good to be with us” Alessia smiles at you and helps you with your bags “Jesus Y/N how much did you need? Might as well move back to the UK at this rate!” You laugh whilst your best friend complained about how heavy your stuff was.

Back to the 'Incident'

You take in the sight of the girl laying next to you, also completely naked.

“Enjoying the view” You hear the Spanish girl say.

“Very much so” You lean in and kiss her neck, gently pecking the marks you had left on her the night before.

“Wait Y/N, I’m sorry” Ona says

“For what? Leaving me? Not telling me you were leaving? Not talking to me for 2 weeks?” You say sounding slightly irritated but you were no longer as angry as you were when you found out.

“All of it. I should’ve told you before I finalized the move. I was scared and didn’t want people knowing. I didn’t want to leave you guys but also need the experience here in Manchester” She says whilst gently running her fingers through your hair.

“I can’t say I’ve totally forgiven you, because it hurt Ona. It hurt a lot” You avoid eye contact with her “But at the same time, maybe we needed this. I needed to make a move and clearly a bit of liquid courage helped me last night” you blush causing her to smile at you.

"Wait I just wanna clear something up. I’ve only ever slept with two people. You and my ex. I never slept with anyone from the bar. Just a distraction and I pre-warned them. I just.. I needed a distraction from you” You look into her eyes, trying to gauge how she’s feeling.

“Well maybe if you made a move sooner, last night would’ve happened way sooner” Ona smirks whilst straddling you. You smile at her and lean into heated kiss with her. You can feel your stomach doing flips, you’ve finally got her.

Just as things were getting heated Ona’s phone starts ringing.

“Hey Tooney!..Oh shit..I’ll be on my way in 10! Tell Marc I’m so sorry” Ona says springing out of bed and throwing her training kit on quickly.

“Want me to drive you? Alessia said I can come watch you guys during training as long as I don’t distract you all” You say also chucking on some clothes. You grab your backpack and go and get in the rental car to wait for Ona to finish getting ready.

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Once you arrive at the training grounds you slip away when Ona greets the team for the training session.

“Are you sure they have no idea?” Tooney asks you quietly away from the group, whilst you’re straightening out your new shirt.

“Absolutely clueless mate” You smirk as you walk out hiding behind the staff.

“Alright ladies! Some amazing news for you all! We managed to bag another signing. Thought I’d let you all know properly before you see it over our social media posts!” He says grinning. “Wait but we’ve already got Ona? Who else?” Ella asks, playing along.

You jog out onto the pitch with your number ‘24’ on your jacket.

“Hiiiii” You say waving at them all. Out of the whole team only the staff, Marc and Ella knew of your transfer to United. You also were promised by Marc that you’d spend less time on the bench with United as you were more of a super sub in Barcelona.

“WHAT THE FUCK” Alessia lifts you up and you both fall over. A lot of the girls start piling on top of you both. You’ve always been fairly close with the United girls as you grew up with a few of them, it was a no brainer to join them. After everyone gets off of you Ona stands next to you and links your pinky with hers whilst sending you a smile.

“Now, we aren’t actually having a big training day. Was thinking we do some 5-aside tournaments for an hour or two and then you lot go out for some team bonding!” Marc announces, dropping the orange vests on the ground for when everyone picks out their teams.

After the 5-aside tournaments (Your team was you, Mary, Ona, Alessia and Ella) and being awarded your trophy for your team winning, you all go out later on to a local bar that you had all got a VIP room in.

“I can’t believe you’re staying here permanently” Ona beams at you, unable to stop smiling giddily.

“I’ve got the same length contract as you too! Maybe we should become a package deal” You wink.

“Is that you asking me something Y/N?” She smirks.

“Fucks sake Ona” You laugh “But yes, will you be my girlfriend? I refuse to lose you now that I’ve moved all the way here to be with you” You lean in to kiss her, hearing a few yells from your teammates. “Oi you two get a room!” Mary yells.

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend. Have you managed to find somewhere to live?” Ona asks you.

“Well funny you should mention it, Marc said until they find me decent accommodation, I’ll be sleeping in your spare room” You giggle “I highly doubt I’ll sleep in that room”

“Hopefully we wont be doing much sleeping mi amor. So much to catch up on” Ona winks. “Watch it Batlle, I can always move back!” You joke, causing her to hug you. “Nope, you said it! You said we are a package deal!” She cheers whilst hugging you tightly.

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Hopefully you guys enjoyed this one! Again I'm working through like 4/5 requests at the moment and you should hopefully see another one shot this week! I'm still more than happy to take requests. There are a few unfortunately I wont be doing due to not knowing players well enough but I'm keeping them in my asks so that I can go back to them! I'm keen to write for Keira soon, because who doesn't love Keira!

Thanks for all the support!!

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Saved Part 2

Part 2 – Sihtric x reader

Authors note: while rewatching the Season 2 of TLK and going wild with exploring my newly acquired skill of taking and editing screenshots I became obsessed with the idea of writing my own version of how Sihtric met Uhtred. The story seems somehow complete, but from the other side there is still something missing. I am thinking about an epilogue…

I hope you will like it.

Summary: reader is Uhtred’s sister and a skilled healer. She travels with her brother’s men and after the unsuccessful attempt on Uhtred’s life gets curious about the young prisoner, the sole Dane from the group of assailants that is left alive.

Word Count: 2,615

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Sihtric raised his head, his eyes filled with surprise as he looked at you.

"Okay, I know it was somewhat strange question," you chuckled, a sense of curiosity driving you forward, "but what would you be willing to do to earn mercy from my brother?"

Without a moment of hesitation, Sihtric's response was firm and resolute, devoid of any doubt. "Everything, lady," he replied, sincerity and commitment lacing his voice, "I would offer Lord Uhtred my life and my sword until death and beyond, if only he would accept. It would be an honour to serve him and to die for him."

You continued to question him, your eyes searching for the truth. "And what about your current lord, Kjartan? Will you break your oath to him?"

"Kjartan is not my lord. I am his bastard son, and my mother was a slave at Dunholm. I have never sworn an oath to Kjartan; he never deemed it necessary. I was merely his property, nothing more than a dog to be whipped into obedience," Sihtric's voice trembled with a mix of shame and vulnerability, as if he feared that revealing this truth would repel you. "I will understand if you now consider me unworthy to serve your brother." As he spoke, his handsome face underwent a transformation, his jaw tightened, and a look of disgust etched upon his features when he mentioned Kjartan being his father. Once again, he averted his gaze, lowering his eyes in submission.

Unable to ignore his distress, you instinctively reached out, gently gripping his chin, and raised his face to meet your gaze.

 "Gods, I am sorry... I couldn't know. But why would I judge you for that?" you were wondering and wanted to reassure him.

"I didn't want you to pity me either," Sihtric sighed, refusing to meet your gaze, and instead keeping his eyes lowered so that his line of sight unintentionally fell upon your breasts. As soon as he realized this, he quickly lifted his eyes in embarrassment, finally meeting yours. Though the dim lighting prevented you from seeing it clearly, you could sense a slight blush colouring his cheeks.

"That's not the case either," you smiled reassuringly. "And I do have a plan," you continued, maintaining your smile. "But first, we need to stitch your brow."

As you began stitching his brow, Sihtric didn't even flinch, proving that he wasn't exaggerating when he claimed not to fear pain. With eyes wide in surprise and awe he kept following your movements his anxiety and impatience openly visible to hear more about your idea. The whole time you worked on his pretty face, you had been kneeling just beside him, so close that you could feel his breath on your neck and feel the tension of his body. Nothing could have prevented him from grabbing you at your throat even with his hands tied up and demand to release him. But there was not even a single motion from him that could hint that he was even considering it. Your closeness and your touch on his skin made his breath accelerate and his heart to pound faster, betraying the effect your presence had on him and the air between the two of you seemed to be getting electrified with anticipation. He did not move as if afraid to distort the magic of the moment. Knowing that he could have used your kindness and forced his escape any moment, but never made a single move to do so made you even more sure you wanted to help him.

"Are you skilled with the sword?" you asked once finished tending to his wound. You retrieved some honey salve and gently applied it to his brow, knowing it would aid in healing and reduce the visibility of the scar.

"I am a warrior, lady," Sihtric replied with a hint of pride in his voice.

"But you were captured, weren't you?" you pressed further, not going easy on him.

"I was fetching the horses. I wasn't even there when the fighting started, and by the time I arrived, it was already over. There was no point in fighting your brother's men alone. I didn't even draw my sword before that big Dane struck me down," Sihtric explained, likely referring to Clapa.

You hadn't encountered a man larger than him thus far. At first glance, Clapa appeared terrifying and intimidating, but you were well aware that while he excelled in a shield wall due to his imposing size and strength, he lacked the speed and finesse required for a skilled sword fight. And though Halig was skilled in swordcraft, you were fairly certain that after completing the task entrusted to them by Uhtred, they would not limit themselves to just one drink, which would inevitably affect their agility the following morning. This knowledge brought a smile to your face, and you proceeded to share your plan with Sihtric. However, his response caught you off guard.

"No, lady," he firmly responded, leaving you surprised.

"No?" you repeated, unsure if you had heard correctly.

"No, there is no way I would endanger your life. You may not believe me, but you are the first person who has shown me kindness in as long as I can remember. Perhaps apart from my mother, but she passed away so long ago that sometimes I fear I can't recall her anymore. So, no, I cannot do this," Sihtric shook his head, his eyes darkening, resolute in his refusal.

"Are you intending to harm me?" you inquired.

"No, I would never..." he exclaimed.

"Then what's the problem?" you interjected, a sense of frustration creeping into your voice. "The only danger to my life would be you, and if you have no intention of harming me..."

"You would truly entrust your life to me, lady?" Sihtric remained hesitant, disbelief and uncertainty apparent in his tone.

"Why?" he asked, almost whispering, his voice trembling with perplexity and disbelief. From his tone, it was evident that he expected a trap, a deception. "Lady, please, don't be so cruel as to play with me."

In truth, you weren't fully prepared for this question, as you yourself were unsure of why you were doing this. You were captivated by this stranger, by his soft voice, his composure despite his dire circumstances, and his despair. Moreover, you were captivated by his honesty and gratitude, which radiated from him. The way he looked at you with awe and indebtedness left you spellbound.

"Believe me, there is no deception in what I am proposing, and I am not toying with you. That would be unnecessarily cruel. However, I cannot explain why," you spoke honestly. "I simply have a strong feeling that you deserve a second chance. Fate is relentless, as my brother loves to say, and it seems that destiny brought us together tonight."

"And you are far too handsome and young to be killed by Uhtred for a mere task of fetching horses," you silently reflected.

"You desire my brother's undivided attention, and I can offer you that. But first, you will have to prove yourself against Clapa and Halig. Consider it a test of your sword skills. I won't deny that my life will be somewhat in your hands, but if you were to harm me, you know that your fate would be far worse. So, what is your decision? Actually, you don't have to answer now. I will learn it tomorrow when I come to see you," you smiled at him, taking again the bread from your bag, and placing it, along with the leather water flask, on his lap.

"Good night, warrior!" With that, you turned away and headed to your tent, leaving the young Dane looking after you, his face filled with confusion and indecision.

Your mind whirled with thoughts of the plan you had set in motion, and your heart raced with anticipation. Once inside your tent, a wave of nausea washed over you, causing your stomach to churn. "Why did I come up with this? Is he truly worth it?" you questioned yourself. "I still have the chance to change my mind until tomorrow," you attempted to calm your anxious mind, but deep down, you knew you wouldn't. Sihtric hadn't asked for your help, nor did he want it. It was your own idea, and there was no way you could betray him and leave him thinking you were toying with his unfortunate situation.

You had a restless night, unable to find sleep as your mind raced with thoughts of what you had proposed to Sihtric. You had to admit to yourself that your life would be in his hands and there were no guarantees that he wouldn't attempt to kill you and make his escape. However, you took solace in the fact that you were prepared for such a scenario, concealed behind your seemingly fragile appearance, but harboring a wealth of experience with a blade that Sihtric was unaware of. Over and over again, you contemplated your actions, unable to stop marveling at yourself why you felt responsible for the young Danes life, not wanting to admit to yourself that perhaps, beyond all else, you had simply fallen in love with that youthful and handsome warrior.

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"Good morning, lads!" you greeted the groggy Clapa and Halig. Clapa had dozed off, leaning his back against the side of the wagon, while Halig was curled up on the ground, still clutching an ale cup in his hands. "I must inform Uhtred of your remarkable skills in guarding our prisoner while asleep," you couldn't resist teasing them a bit.

You cast a glance at Sihtric, who remained seated by the wagon wheel with his eyes closed. He showed no signs of acknowledging or hearing you, leading you to believe that he had likely stuck to his resolve of rejecting your unconventional proposal. Clapa and Halig stumbled to their feet, startled awake by your voice.

"We weren't sleeping, lady!" they protested, attempting to maintain their composure. However, their sudden awakening had left them visibly disoriented, unsure of their surroundings and their intended duties.

"The prisoner requires your attention," you informed them as you passed by the wagon. At that moment, Sihtric opened his eyes and his gaze met yours. His expression was one of bewilderment, as if he had glimpsed a ghost. He instinctively raised his hands to touch his stitched brow, shaking his head in disbelief. It seemed as though he struggled to accept the reality before him, unable to believe that you were truly standing there. Perhaps he thought that your conversation from the previous day had been nothing more than a dream.

"He says he needs to go to the woods!" you called out to Clapa and Halig, continuing your way. It was not unusual for you to venture out of the camp early in the morning to gather herbs and mushrooms. You quickened your pace and, once out of sight and concealed by the bushes, you stopped to observe what would happen next.

Clapa and Halig engaged in a brief argument, as expected. Their tendency to disagree with each other was a familiar trait, yet it never hindered their deep friendship. You heard them approaching, and when you peered through the foliage, you saw Sihtric being dragged behind them. Remaining hidden, you silently followed them through the underbrush, eager to see where their path would lead. They didn't go far before reaching a secluded clearing, hidden from direct view of the camp.

"Could you untie my hands?" you heard Sihtric ask. "There are two of you, and I am not armed anyway," he continued.

"No way," Halig cut him off. "You need to piss, so you'll have to manage it the way you are."

And then, you heard it—the clash of swords. Sihtric had somehow disarmed Halig and was desperately attempting to defend himself against Clapa, wielding the sword with his still-bound hands. Halig had fallen to the ground but was scrambling to get back on his feet. At that moment, you approached the scene, wearing a surprised expression as if you were completely oblivious to what was unfolding.

"What's happening? Halig, why are you rolling on the ground?" you demanded, pausing amid the brawl. You stood just a step away from Sihtric, who let out a fierce growl as he kicked Clapa with all his strength in the stomach. He swiftly moved to your side, putting Halig's sword at your throat and positioning himself behind you.

"Don't come any closer!" Sihtric commanded with a firm voice, though it was unnecessary as Halig and Clapa remained frozen on the ground, their eyes wide with shock at the sight of Sihtric holding you hostage.

"Go, fetch Lord Uhtred!" he demanded, his voice commanding, unwavering, and filled with determination. There was no trace of the insecurity that had emanated from him the day before.

"Tell him that I mean no harm, I simply wish to speak with him," Sihtric continued, while Halig swiftly ran towards the camp to alert Uhtred.

"Lady, I swear upon my life, I will not harm you. I would rather die than hurt you," Sihtric reassuringly whispered in your ear and so far, everything was unfolding according to your plan.

You could see Uhtred rushing towards you, accompanied by several warriors, with Halig trailing behind.

"Harm her, and I will flay you alive," were Uhtred's first words as he reached the clearing.

"Lord Uhtred, I merely wish for you to listen to me," Sihtric asserted. "I offer you my life and my sword. Look, I disarmed them both," he nodded toward Clapa and Halig, "with my hands bound. I am a skilled warrior, and I can be of use to you. Please accept my oath, and I will be honoured to serve you. And lord…, I would never bring harm to your sister. I swear it on the Thor's hammer. She is the kindest person I have ever known in my entire life," Sihtric clenched his fingers around the Thor's amulet that hung on his chest and his voice carried sincerity and determination, with a slight quiver as he spoke the last words. He lowered the sword, driving it into the ground with all his strength, and knelt down with a bowed head.

"Sis!" Uhtred called to you with a worried tone, and you rushed into his arms.

"I am fine," you reassured him as you embraced him, feeling him draw his sword.

"I will kill that little bastard here and now," he snorted in anger, but you firmly took hold of his sword hand.

"Uhtred, no harm has been done. Can't you see how desperate he is? He's offering you his life and sword. Listen to what he has to say," you spoke softly yet assertively, causing Uhtred to pause.

"Sis, do you even understand what you're suggesting? I can never trust him. He's Kjartan's man and he just took you hostage," Uhtred replied, completely taken aback.

"Talk to him," you took your brother by the hand and approached Sihtric, who remained kneeling, awaiting his fate.

"Are you Kjartan's man?" you asked Sihtric, already knowing the answer.

"No, I am Kjartan's bastard son and there is nothing that ties me to him," Sihtric stated firmly, his voice carrying a hint of defiance. "I have no loyalty to him," he answered, raising his head to meet Uhtred's gaze.

Looking incredulously between you and Sihtric, Uhtred suddenly laughed.

"Kindest person, my sister?” he repeated Sihtrics words suspiciously. “Sis, you already knew! Don't pretend you didn't. I will want the whole story later," he shook his head at you.

"But those two deserve a beating for allowing the prisoner to disarm them," he gestured to Clapa and Halig.

“What’s your name, young warrior?” Uhtred asked.

“Sihtric, lord!”

"Place your hands on the sword, Sihtric," Uhtred instructed and Sihtric obeyed instantly. Uhtred then placed his palms over his, and Sihtric spoke his oath. As soon as he had finished you took the knife from the small scabbard at your waist and freed Sihtric's hands, sensing that you were now bound together, and only the future would reveal whether it was for good or ill.

[maniculum]

Bestiaryposting Results: Hratgrog

This week's installment is once again coming kind of late in the evening -- and a bit less wordy than usual -- because I just got back from the ICMS conference at Kalamazoo last night and have been running around doing stuff all day. So, sorry about that.

Anyway, also worth noting that a surprising number of people have indicated that they know this one.

If you aren't sure what this is about, you can find an explanation and previous posts at https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting.

You can also find the entry people are working from here:

If you want to participate in the next installment, you can find the entries posted under the tag maniculum bestiaryposting. Also, to make it easier on y'all, here's the current one:

Anyway, art below the cut in the order it was posted:

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) took the description of the animal's behavior and designed a bird who could feasibly fit that -- if you want the details on what birds went into this and why, they're in the linked post. I particularly like the iridescent effect on the feathers.

@sweetlyfez (link to post here) also drew a bird, but went in a different direction with the references, eschewing them entirely on the grounds that the monks probably didn't have any references on hand. I think the "colour of a wild sea" comes out well here.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) decided to resolve the issue of the wings being sapphire but also "sheathed in silver" by making the Hratgrog a beetle with silver elytra, which I think is quite clever. Again, the colors are very good in my opinion -- and as usual, you should check the linked post for an explanation of the design.

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) has, as per usual, done some amazing medieval stylization. I find this landscape really pleasant, birds aside. The design of the creature is also really solid, and you can find an interesting description of why it looks the way it does in the linked post. I would particularly draw attention to the interpretation of how this bird "does not live by theft", which you will have to click the link to find out.

@strixcattus (link to post here) gives us a bird that appears to be waving to us. Again, I like the coloration here; the many lines really add to the effect. Clicking the linked post will get you Strixcattus's modern interpretation of this animal, which includes a brief explanation of why it's necessary to specify that this bird does not eat corpses.

All right, to the Aberdeen Bestiary:

Or, rather, a dove.

(The distinction drawn between dove and pigeon in modern English is not formalized or universal, but the translation I'm using says "dove".)

The description for this page in the digitized manuscript notes:

This rather plain lifeless bird does not do justice to the luscious pictorial descriptions devoted to the dove on ff.26-30r. However, raking light reveals a lustrous silvered quality to the paint.

Since the description goes on so long -- like I said, I was excerpting bits of physical description from a lengthy sermon on symbolism -- there are actually multiple illustrations. It looks like there were originally four, but two have been cut out of the manuscript. The other surviving one is as follows:

That would be the Hratgrog on the left -- the bird on the right is its antagonist, the hawk. No word on why this one doesn't get any coloration.

Anyway... how do I end this one?

Go forth and contemplate the pigeon. It's what the bestiary author would want.

[carrotsnake]

Botw/Totk headcanon: Sheikah NPCs beyond Kakariko

after impa being the Last of Her Kind for nearly 20 years, we were kind of spoiled with the era of wilds sheikah. still, kakariko is known for it's older population and botw makes a point to let us know paya isn't used to seeing people her age. this post is about asking 'where are they?' and filling in the gaps. being a peaceful farming village it makes sense the younger gens would want to leave as soon as they can for some adventure.

sheikah typically have hair on the grey-to-white scale (granté proves this isn't a requirement), and unlike the past games they have a greater diversity in eye colour. below is a list of hylian npcs that look too young to have greying hair that i hc are either from kakariko, or have some sheikah ancestry.

from left to right: lecia, letty, mina, her brother mils by proxy, teli, juney, and baumar. i'll go into more detail about each under the cut, comparing them from the 2 games alongside some more headcanons. some of them i haven't found in totk yet, so i'll edit when i do.

pic on the left side is them in botw, totk on the right.

Mina is a treasure hunter looking for loot with her brother by the exchange ruins outside the great plateau. the siblings also show up in the dlc. they're trying to steal a sheikah heirloom back from the yiga hideout, though they don't know it's purpose - they just wanna sell it. in totk she walks on the path between lakeside stable and lurelin. she says that even treasure hunters deserve some fun once in a while, so we can assume she's takin' it easy. Mils, meanwhile...

...joined the zonai survey team, and moans about what tough work it is. he walks through pagos woods to the zonai ruins. he joined in the hopes it would lead him to treasure, but he hasn't had his lucky break yet. most hylians travel from stable to inn and can be assumed not to have a proper home due to the lasting effects of the calamity. this is my bias but i like to think he's talking about kakariko when he mentions home. let him grow some pumpkins and wrangle cuccos. he wishes to live a quiet life.

i find it sweet him and mina are both in faron. maybe they decided to split up and cover more ground? with mina off sunbathing and sipping mimosas in lurelin, mils got the short end of the stick again.

Baumar:

'i hope you die': lazy, cliché, unrealistic. 'i hope your favourite botw npc gets mushroomed and bowlcutted': it's scary, it's possible, it's happening to me right now. such was the fate of our poor resident shield-surfer bro from botw. known for many hit quotes such as 'let's go bamboo! yahoo!', 'shield surfing is like, totally radical, dude', and my favourite:

in botw he rides his horse on the path between serenne and snowfield stable. in totk he's part of the fashion tour-group that run around hateno village. maybe he went to hebra to show his 'wicked' surfing moves to selmie and she said 'kid, if i let you out on the slopes you'll die. sorry'. his world was completely shattered beneath him like a broken shield, so he turned to cravats and puffy short shorts to cope.

his name is similar to the hills of baumer above deya village ruins. maybe he's a descendent of the few survivors. i wonder what his ancestors are thinking now, watching what he does with the gift of life.

Teli walks between fort hateno and hateno village. He sells ancient guardian parts and even mentions he trades them with Robbie. he has a high opinion of himself and tells you he's known across hyrule for his 'roguish good looks.' in totk he's one of the men in the 'Gourmets gone missing' Penn quest that gave himself food-poisoning by riverside stable. after which he scares away some cuccos and makes you wrangle them for a sidequest. just L after L for this dashing rogue.

Juney, now famous for her rupee grinding sand seal minigame, i instantly recognised as the epic divorce woman from rito village. her attitude is just as surly as ever but they gave her a soft side. i like that every minigame location could not be further from hateno. you'll find that school someday queen.

she was a newly wed mad at her husband, jogo, for choosing a cold place for their honeymoon. he begs you to give him flint to cook some baked apples for her to save their already failing marriage.

in totk they're not together, jogo inhabits a cabin in tabantha village ruins with another woman. he didn't give her enough baked apples.

Letty walks along the path between lakeside stable and lurelin. she gives you cooking tips and that's pretty much it. i'm pretty sure i've met her as a yiga disguise more often than i've seen the real her. if anyone has found her in totk, please let me know.

Lecia is a new character in totk. she's with the research team and plays a part in the foothill stable Penn quest. she kind of looks like a grown up Koko. maybe a distant relative? but maybe she's not sheikah. maybe the sight of all those pasty naked man nips traumatised her so bad she got marie-antoinette syndrome from the shock. i haven't seen her since.

thank you if you read to the end. to clarify i'm working on some fic stuff and that entails finding npcs across the overworld to give some more lore. it's a sheikah focused fic so i needed some characters other than the kakariko residents. it's also just fun fleshing out random npcs to make the world feel more lived in. again, i'm missing some details like what mina does before you save lurelin, so i'll edit this post in the future.

[v3nusxsky]

Be my good girl 18+

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Author note~ I hope I can do this prompt some good bc I came up with like 4 different ideas in my brainstorming process. Another late night writing of course I have my cookies and water. So here's your reminder to take care of yourself and go drink some water :)*

Prompt~ Reader is paying a visit to her wife and one thing leads to another. Larissa tells reader to be her good girl somehow. Smut pleaseeee ;)

Trigger warnings~ eating out finger!ng strap ! On mommy k!nk smutty smut

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Your relationship with Larissa Weems was one that you were quite proud of. I mean have you seen her? Gorgeous, stunningly tall, kind hearted, those sapphire blue eyes. Yes everything from head to toe was absolutely perfect. And even better? You got to call her your wife. Everyday you caught a glimpse of your stunning gold wedding band you were reminded that you were the luckiest girl in the world. Now you may be wondering what Larissa saw in the shy nerdy history teacher of Nevermore Academy. And truthfully you yourself had absolutely no clue. Your appearance wasn't much to be admired in your own opinion, yet Larissa still looked at you like there was nothing more beautiful than you left in the world.

Your hair was pulled into the chocolate curls were perfectly messy bun, thick black glasses perched on your nose, revealing but not too revealing outfit sat perfectly on all your curves. Maroon was definitely your colour and you knew that it would drive your wife wild. The heels you selected, simple black shoe with a slight heel just enough to add a bit of height to your already short frame. Even with the heels you just about came level to your wife's collarbones. This was all a part of your carefully thought out plan to test your wife's control over her own desires. And by the time you'd finished teaching your 5th years about the ancient Greeks it became clear your plan was working. You taught the lesson specifically on the myth of Medusa. One of your favourites if you were honest. History is something you are extremely passionate about and being able to share the extensive knowledge you had, filled you with an immense happiness.

As your students were filling out of your classroom immersed in their own conversations while you bid them goodbye. Even receiving a few "Goodbye mrs Weems" back. You watched as the groups of students as they scattered off in different directions. Rather interestingly for you, you noted that the two students you were secretly hoping would get together seemed to getting closer recently. Ah young love. You couldn't help but be excited about the fact. After all you were most definitely a hopeless romantic. The next period was your planning period so you had time to just observe the scenes in front of you. As the halls became quieter you could hear the familiar click of heels against the floor. A smiled graced your lips at the thought of your wife. It had only been 3 hours yet you missed her terribly.

"Hello darling" she whispered into your ear as she was coming behind you and gently placing her hands on your hips.

"Hi" you chuckled leaning back into your wife's arms still just looking at your surroundings. It was peaceful and quite now the students had all found their way to their fourth periods. The tranquil moment soon ended as you felt the slight pressure of your taller companions lips ghosting up and down your neck before suggesting you come to her office with her. I mean after all she knew your schedule so she knew their was no class for you until after the lunch break. With a quick nod you slipped your smaller hand into hers and allowed her to lead the way.

It wasn't long before you had reached the privacy of her office. Her eyes raking over your appearance with a subtle hint of lust lurking in those sapphire eyes you loved so much. Her lips collided with yours in a needy yet passionate kiss, backing you into the wall effectively pinning you there with a hand on the wall and the other gripping at your hips. You couldn't help the smile the crept into the kiss as your back hit the wall. After all that very action had caused even more arousal to pool between your thighs. The pair of you only pulling away when oxygen became a necessity.  Foreheads resting against each other, eyes closed and trying to steady your breathing once more.

"Rissa what was that for? I mean I'm not complaining at all but just uh..." you trailed off losing your train of thought at the smirk that graced her lips. You knew what that meant. Your plan had succeeded much to your delight.

You watched as she raked her eyes up and down your body once more. "Darling, it's like your trying to turn me on with this outfit. After all it is for me isn't it?"

"Only you Rissa" you confirmed knowing your wife had quite the possessive streak in her.

"Now tell me, why would you wear such a delicious outfit today? It's not really work attire is it dear? What were you trying to achieve besides frustrating me?" Her eyes darkened slightly and you knew this was your chance to add to her frustrations. After all the whole plan was to rile her up and achieve her touch all over your body.

"I think I've made my intentions quite clear Rissa." You stated smugly knowing just how to pull a reaction from your lover. You couldn't help but smile in delight as her fingers gripped tighter to your hip and tugged your body to her own.

"Oh you're going to regret that darling. But you're going to have to be quiet can you do that? You wouldn't want the rest of the school to hear just how needy you are when your screaming my name now would you?" She husked as her eyes bore down into your own. Her intense gaze was filled with so much need and desire you almost feel to your knees at her feet.

You nodded knowing damn well you wouldn't be able to keep quiet. But you would definitely try for her. The nod seemed to be enough for the taller women to lead you to your room just off from her office. You were rather glad for this fact. After all a bed was so much more comfortable than just a closest or somewhere hidden. Also your room provided options for Larissa to choose from. She loved to leave you guessing, never knowing her next move. Wordlessly Larissa found your gaze and got your consent by your act of submission. You stripped  off and kneeling at her feet. A well thought out agreed signal. If you were to kneel at her feet absolutely exposed for her you were at her disposal. The act immediately kick starting the basic rules you'd both agreed to. The only thing that would stop your wife from her plans would be if you were to say the words "gul" (yellow in Swedish) telling her you wanted to have a break/had a question on what she was doing. The other word "röd" (red in Swedish) immediately stopping the whole situation and she would jump into comfort mode. You'd only ever had to say röd three times. Each time you'd been treated with the upmost dignity, respect and care.

"Little one" the pet name causing a shiver to run down your body, "this outfit has been tormenting my thoughts all morning. I've not been able to get a single thing done. It's rather frustrating wouldn't you agree?" You hummed in response choosing to wait for the permission to actually use your words but not wanting to ignore the fact she was speaking to you.

"Now I think you've enjoyed that fact too much and need to be reminded of what your place is. Is that what you would like from me darling?"  Again you nodded quickly showing just how much you wanted that. Only then did she bring a hand to your hair and tilt your head upwards so you were looking into her eyes. "Words little one words" was cooed at you. Nervously the words tumbled out. "Yes I uh please"

With a small clap of her hands she chucked "Excellent. Now why don't you be a good girl and go get on the bed for me?" That sentence spurring you into action as you made a beeline for the bed. Positioning yourself into the centre of it. "Hmm good girl let's hope you stay this obedient for me" she praised watching your body respond to her words. "Aw look your so needy already and I've not touched you yet. Do you need something little one? Whatever could you need?" She pondered out loud as she walked around the room getting whatever she wanted for the activity. Also letting you sweat craving her touch but not being able to demand it.

"You Risaa, I need you" you couldn't help the desperate tone in your voice as you responded to the women you desperately craved. "Hmm I was hoping you'd say that." Was all that was said while she made her way to the bed and lent over your body to find your lips. A kiss was given showing you that she was in control of the situation. This kiss was loving yet dominant and it made you crave more. God how can she be so intoxicating. Kisses were placed over your cheeks, nose and even your eyelids before moving over to your neck. Larissa knew just how to drive you insane, she proved this as she sucked down hard against your pulse point enjoying the pathetic noises the action drew from you. Her teeth gently scraping over the skin before moving on. Kisses were trailed all over your collar bones and down your sternum before she kissed her way over to your right breast. Paying an almost worship like attention to it. Breathless moans escaping your lips at the gentle sensations causing more pleasure to find it's way to your core. Not wanting to neglect your left breast she paid the exact same attention to it before kissing down your stomach. Extra kisses were placed around your bellybutton due to the unexplainable insecurity you felt about your stomach. Her hands were trailing ever so lightly up and down your thighs. All you could feel was her.

"Remember little one, stay quiet for me and maybe you can touch mommy" you almost missed her command as she brought her lips to your clit in a sweet kiss, before sucking it into her mouth causing a moan to fall from your parted lips. Eating you out was something Larissa adored despite your fears at the beginning of your relationship. Her tongue continued to explore your folds slowly just savouring every taste. Moans falling from your lips as you brought your hands to her hair without thinking. You need more. You'd always need more of her.  However instead of more your wife pulled away from your sopping core. You could see your slick around her mouth as you whined "no no no I'm sorry mommy please I'm sorry."

"Now little one I didn't say you could do that. Don't you want to touch mommy later?"  She questioned the teasing evident in her tone.

"I do I do I'm sorry mommy" you whimpered pathetically.

"Behave then only good girls touch mommy" she reminded you the strictness in her tone told you that you were on thin ice here.

"I'll be good I'll be the goodest girl for you"

"Much better my darling now behave!" And with that her delicate fingers found their way into your soaked pussy. A moan tumbling from your lips as she began thrusting her fingers in and out. Her pace was maddeningly slow but she knew your body inside out, she was teasing you. "Please mommy more" you whimpered hoping she'd comply with your plea. In which she did her pace going from maddeningly slow to fast and hard fingers curling to hit your G spot. It wasn't long before you were chasing your own release. "Oh fuck please more please mommy I wanna cum" you managed to get out in between your moans and mewls at her actions. "So close mommy please can I."

"Cum with my name on your lips darling" that was all the permission you needed as you tumbled down the other side of your release. Your wife allowing you to ride out the waves of pleasure before slipping her fingers from your cunt. "Little one open" you immediately complied opening your mouth so she could put her fingers in it. "Be a dear and clean up this mess" and with that you licked and sucked your own essence from her fingers. Moaning at the taste of yourself. When she was satisfied with your cleaning job her fingers left your mouth with a satisfying plop.

Hearing the sounds of a harness being clicked into place had another wave of arousal coating your thighs. Fuck she wasn't done with you. "Little one I'm not done with you. Turn around and get on all fours" you complied on shaky legs due to your previous climax. A hand found it's way to your hair tugging at the band to let it flow freely over your shoulders. Only then did you feel a hand at your hips as Larissa steadily lined herself up with your entrance.

"You're going to take everything I give you little one. Don't waste any of it." And with that she slipped the fake cock into you. Pausing allowing you to adjust to her. After all she didn't want you in any discomfort while you had classes to teach. A moan of pleasure from you spurred her into action. Thrusting into you mercilessly. You were a moaning mess beneath her. And when she started to dirty talk you well you thought you were going to die. You could feel yourself chasing your body's second climax. "Mo-mmy fuck I close please" you moaned out only to whine when she slipped from your pussy. "Fuck" you whimpered as she waited for your body to have enough time to cool off slightly before slipping back into your core.

You'd lost count how many times you'd been edged now. All you were able to focus on was the feel of her pounding into you. "Please mommy please I can't..."

"Cum for me" and with that you found your release with her name falling from your lips. You rode your high out expecting her to pull herself from you but no she continued to fuse your bodies together. A brutal pace as she chased her own high. You were extremely sensitive and she knew this. "Mommy I can't I can't "you whimpered out in between moans.

"You can little one and you will, I want you to cum with me"

"Oh fuck me"

Her hand snaked round to find your clit causing you to howl and cum for her milking the fake cock for all it's worth. Your wife tumbling over her own release as she continued to pound into you enjoying the wet slapping sounds of skin.  She slipped out of you once more unclasping the strap, putting it to the side to deal with later. You were wrapped up in your wife's arms in a post-cortile boss. Your head resting on her chest listening to the sound of her heart as she pressed kisses onto your hair reassuring you that you were her good girl and you did so well for her. Here in your bubble is where you wished to stay forever however the bell rang signalling you'd missed lunch and would now have to leave the bubble you'd created.

Word count ~ 2684

[rockingrobin69]

Horrid

“It’s horrid!” Pansy cried delightfully.

“It’s vintage,” Malfoy rolled his eyes. He wrapped the shawl over his shoulder carefully, and leaned back in his chair. “Thank you, secret admirer. This one is my favourite.”

“What! I got you an actual Prada, you git.”

The tip of Malfoy’s lip tugged upwards, and something fluttered in Harry’s chest, unbound. It shouldn’t still have such an effect on him. It did. “Yes, love, and it was very nice. Thank you.” He turned to give her a little kiss on the cheek (and Harry didn’t pout, because he wasn’t a baby, but he felt his face do something, not small and not subtle).

“Good loot this year,” Greg said with a considerate hum at the piles stuffing the back room. “Much better than last.”

“Yes, it’s almost like you’re famous now, darling,” Pansy drawled. “Have you seen the amount of people outside? Your show’s going to be wild.”

“I’ve seen,” Malfoy said. “I’ve also noticed the, ah, addition to the list.”

Everyone else in the room looked at each other then promptly dropped it. “What do you,” Greg, and “Certainly nothing,” Pansy, and “Hmm,” from Harry, who couldn’t think words fast enough. Then silence. Then:

“She wanted to come,” Harry found himself saying, and felt like a right idiot. It wasn’t his place and it wasn’t even a thing. It was just, Malfoy with that hint of a blush, the tightening in the corner of his mouth and the way his long fingers kept tapping the edge of the table. “The flowers are from her.”

Malfoy very pointedly did not look at the bouquet. Must have been quite the effort; it took over half of the room. “I,” he said, then swallowed. “Well then. Mother picked a good show to attend. I’m sure she’ll be entertained.”

Harry’s seen his show a hundred and seventeen times before. ‘Entertaining’ wasn’t even close, not in the realm of what he was, of what he created. Like magic but not flawless: thoughtful and honest and brilliant and tight. And large and bright and colourful. And compelling and funny and direct. And—

“What,” Malfoy, dryly, at the helpless thing Harry’s face was doing. “Speak.”

Pansy and Greg were looking at him too. Fuckers: they all agreed on this, and now of course he’s the one caught in Malfoy’s crossfire. In his disappointed eyes. Pleading, “You’re the most—your show is—she wants to see, so what? So she’ll see. Worst case she goes home and you still never speak to her. Best case…” left it off, no chance for him to say the right thing anyway. The depth of it, the hurt of it, and the miracle of it were all Malfoy’s to determine.

“Merlin, you absolute sap,” but without the venom Harry knew his voice still possessed. A hand, warm around his sleeve: and glitter, and Malfoy with his mascara-long lashes, and his lovely, lovely, lovely eyes, and being so close and bafflingly warm and smelling so nice, so sharp.

“Okay,” Malfoy said. “You will all pay for this, of course. But okay. I didn’t—never expected her to want to see me.”

Who wouldn’t? Harry thought. Ah, no, said, out loud. Everyone heard, including Malfoy, whose expression took on this icy disbelief quickly melting into something… worse.

“Oh.”

“Erm,” said Greg.

“I…” Harry rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks caught on fire.

“Well,” said Pansy.

Malfoy looked from her, to Greg, to Harry. His eyes were—very eyes. His face, entirely face. “All right,” he said evenly. “Too much. For just now. Harry, if you wouldn’t mind staying after the show?”

Like he has done for the past, what, three months? Every night? “Sure.”

The amusement-confusion-nausea must have been evident in his voice, for Malfoy rolled his eyes, and at that moment there was nothing dearer than him in the whole universe. “Right.” Toying with the shawl, the one Harry agonised for ages over purchasing. “Right. You’re all arseholes and get out of my dressing room, etcetera.” When they shuffled to leave: “Wait—Harry.”

Gulping, he stayed.

“I,” Malfoy said, “don’t normally appreciate people butting in.”

Gulped louder. “Sorry. I know it’s… shitty. Sorry.”

“You will be,” dead serious. “Also, thank you. For the gift.”

“You’re welcome?” Was it very obvious, how badly he wanted to give him everything? Malfoy, being Malfoy, laughed.

“All right, tosser, off you go now. Pansy wants to get you drunk, by the way. She thinks it’s funnier when you’re drunk. Did you know you speak rather a lot? When inebriated. Anyway, she thinks it might be necessary, but I have other plans, so better keep sharp, hmm? Will you be a good boy for me?”

Throat dried up so quickly he stumbled, “Y-yeah. Yeah? Yes. Yeah.”

He was so beautiful in his eyelashes and glitter and the shawl. And the kohl and the nose and the look in his eyes which were so very eyes and so very his.

It truly was staggering, how gone Harry was. How terribly he liked it. “See you after,” he said, his voice strangely soft, and bent to place a brave kiss at Malfoy’s cheek. Then ran away, to the traitors Pansy and Greg who were waiting at the bar, ready to squeal and punch his arm and give awful advice he would never take.

Horrid and bright and not flawless. And magic.  

For anon, from ages ago.

[hey-hamlet]

Quirk Analysis: Frog (Asui Tsuyu)

The quirks from My Hero Academia have always been my favourite bit, so I'm gonna have some fun doing some Izuku style quirk breakdowns. The science here will be both real and theoretical. Feel free to use any of this in fics. My science background is basically exclusively biology so expect that to be the basis for any of my fake quirk science. Have a quirk you wanna see next? Just tell me!

First things first - her quirk counselor should be dragged out into the street and shot - her quirk isn't frog - it's chameleon.

Now, you may say "but she looks like a frog" and true! She does! But so do her parents - Tokoyami's bird mutations are unrelated to his quirk, as are Spinner's Lizard-like traits, and were inherited from one or both parents. I'm sure Asui's are too, given both her parents have frog/toad like traits (another thing - frogs and toads aren't distinct types of animal, they are the same animal with different names based typically on aesthetics but without any taxonomic background. but. I digress.) Her other frog-like traits (regurgitating her stomach, mild toxins, etc) are likely also inherited mutations.

The tongue of a frog is attached at the front of the mouth, giving in the ability to sort of flap forward and back. It's very soft, sticky and actually rather short, but that forward attachment lets it extend quickly and a decent distance. This is nothing like Asui's long, flexible and muscular tongue. It more closely resembles a chameleon tongue, sans the bony support it has on the end, though she does seem to have a similar tongue pad. I'd actually say its a pretty even mix between the musculature and dexterity of a human tongue.

Her camouflage ability - its true some frogs can change colour, but its typically from one standard colour to another, often during the breeding season. A fine control over colour change is seen in chameleons, though its a communication tool rather than a camouflage. She has the ability to camouflage her uniform too, so we are just going to have to assume that's due to a DNA infused fabric or some sort of inbuilt translucency, otherwise she has a mild light manipulation quirk in addition to everything else and I don't want to think about it.

The colour change mechanism in chameleons is really cool too! They have a few layers of cells in their skin called chromatophores, each layer is either pigmented or reflects a certain colour of light (they have names, but just know the colours are red, yellow, black and blue, like a standard printer (yes i know its cyan and magenta not blue and red but my point still stands). The chromatophores can expand, showing more of their colour, or shrink, showing less giving us a a shade through optical colour mixing!

Blue is the colour that's only reflected light, not a pigment, it's colour is purely structural. This is true in all animals! Any time you see a blue animal (or admittedly a green one) the blue on them is due to a structural quality of their skin/scales/feathers. This is not true for plants (and possibly invertebrates? i don't know much about them).

So, basically, a more accurate description of her quirk is 'chameleon-like traits with frog-like vestigial mutations'.

Some extra questions

can she breathe through her skin? If she can, she'd be able to stay underwater/holding her breath much longer than any standard human, though it wouldn't be sustainable (surface area to volume ratio - she doesn't have enough skin to get enough oxygen to fulfill her needs).

cold triggers an involuntary hibernation - the idea she can hibernate at all is just wild. It requires a lot of very specific adaptions to do so, which we'd have to assume her quirk gave her. This means her heart-rate and metabolic rate can slow dramatically without any ill-effects - chilling her would be an effective way to stop her from bleeding out, or a way to conserve energy during a famine/siege.

some frogs which hibernate in areas that reach below freezing have natural mechanisms which prevent damage to tissues when frozen - a natural antifreeze. she should be highly resistant to frostbite and death by hypothermia. you could also cryogenicly freeze her and then defrost her at a later date.

chameleons can control both eyes individually, giving them a great degree of vision while sacrificing depth perception - could tsuyu? given practise, any human can do it, so it's not impossible, but the increase in visual field would be limited and not particularly practical.

[the-fiction-witch]

Bedroom P4

Media Doctor Who

Character Doctor (The 11th)

Couple Doctor X Lyla Ashwood (Reader Companion)

Rating Smut

Lyla giggled with excitement and pulled him into a kiss helping to peal of his suspenders, undo his shirt and tie, tugging it all off him as they kiss

He couldn't help but giggle a little while she undid his suspenders and shirt but he did not break the kiss, he just kept on kissing her back with just about as much passion as she was displaying. He had no plans to stop kissing her until she gave him reason to.

she pulled back with a bright blush and spoke some of the most innocent and dirty words ever 

"...can I see you?"

He was more than ready to show her everything, especially since she was asking him so nicely. The doctor couldn't help but smile as he spoke back to her. "Of course you can, want me to take everything off for you?"

Lyla nodded rapidly giggling with innocent excitement "I would like you to very very much doctor..." She blushed

He felt a bit giddy after hearing the way she asked the question and he giggled as well, but it was not an innocent giggle in the slightest. As he spoke back to her he pushed his pants down so she could see that she had him excited, He let his body lay against hers, she could have full view of him and his completely erection, 

she looked excitedly and the colour drained from her face a moment "ooh... My... God..." She gasped "so time lords is where the 12 inch myth comes from" she muttered hoping he didn't hear her

The Time Lord's smirk grew even more “I heard that,” He chuckled,

she giggled blushing hard and pulled him into a hot and heavy lusty kiss before she peppered kisses all over his body, Her eager little kisses were driving him wild and he was more and more motivated to keep going. he was becoming so riled up now that he could barely contain himself, he just let his hands move around her body as he returned her kisses. The Time Lord's eyes were closed in pleasure and he tried to keep himself balanced and stable, but he couldn't wait much longer before he had his release, he was already close...

she giggled as she pulled back and laid against his bed putting her knees either side of his hips as she laid on her back playing with her hair 

“Shall we?” He smirked

"to your hearts desires. Both of them"

The Time Lord's eyes flashed open and he smiled when she gave him permission, but then he noticed her position and couldn't help but chuckle as he saw her inviting him to do whatever he liked. He couldn't resist getting down on top of her and moving his body on top of her in this position, his stomach rubbing against her stomach as his arms held him up above her.

The Time Lord pushed his body forward a little bit and started to grind his hips into hers, he knew he didn’t have time for this innocent teasing she had already made him too hard for that, so he made sure to be gentle as he slipped himself inside biting his lip hard he was close and he just hoped the position she was in would provide enough stimulation to help them both finish. 

The Doctor could feel himself getting closer and closer as he moved his hips thrusting her into the bed with a merciless pace which caused her to moan, scream and arch her back, He was making her feel good, she had done that much for him after all. It was only right that he gave her a good finale as well. The Time Lord was breathing heavily now and he let out small moans of satisfaction, he was getting so close now and he wouldn't be able to keep himself from releasing much longer. He moved his hips with more enthusiasm and he could see the effect it had on her.

lylas body reacted to him effortlessly screaming and squirming in response to even the tiniest of sensations

The Doctor couldn't stop laughing at her reactions to him and he loved just how much pleasure he was giving her. Her screams and her squirming only amplified the sensation in between them and he became even more desperate to release. His breathing was rapid and shallow now as he continued to grind his hips into hers, he was closer than he had ever been before to the point where he was almost shaking.

The Time Lord let out a moan of pleasure. His grip on her sides was getting looser now, he simply couldn't resist and he let his hands fall to her hips and her thighs to get even more of a grip. His breathing was becoming erratic and he was getting so close now, he couldn't hold it back for much longer.

The Doctor's moans of pleasure were growing more intense now as he was getting even and even closer to the point of release. He was right on the edge of it, he could barely contain himself now but it was so difficult holding back. His grip on her thighs started to get firm and he moved his body with more enthusiasm to try and bring him closer. He was almost at his orgasm, he just needed that little bit of extra stimulation to push him over the edge.

she pulled his lips to hers as she reached her orgasm her body completely a slave to the pleasure her body trembling screaming into his mouth her eyes rolling back as every inch of her body is overwhelmed with satisfaction which was enough to tip him over too

The Time Lord moaned into the kiss as her body finally gave in to him. He couldn't contain himself any longer as he was also pushed over the edge and finished. He was filled with euphoria, pleasure from her and his own as they both hit their orgasms in the most intense moment of their whole relationship. Their moment of pleasure would be one to remember for sure. He buried himself deep inside her his hips jerking in odd angles as he is fueled by his release, 

Lyla collapsed against the bed almost blacking out struggling to breathe or even keep her eyes open He layed down next to her in the bed and just let him relax for a bit. His breathing slowed a little bit and after a few seconds he started to speak to her in a slow rhythm.

"That was... Intense,”

"mhm..."

he started to gently play with her hair.

"How do you feel after all that?"

"tried. Very tried." She choked out

The Doctor snickered at how tired she sounded, her exhaustion was only proof of how much they had done. He was feeling quite exhausted himself but he still couldn't stop from playing with her hair while he spoke to her.

"I would say sorry but I have a feeling this was worth it"

"very very worth it" she nodded "are uhh are you okay?"

"Oh don't worry about me, I feel quite rejuvenated now honestly..."

The Time Lord spoke in a tired voice but he was feeling so good after their night together, this is the most he has ever felt satisfied after a night with anyone and he knew it would be far from their last night together, "are you uhh okay? Or more?"

"Well maybe a little more..." she blushed, 

He smirked and pulled her into a lazy kiss his hands sliding down her body teasingly making it very obvious he was game if she was,

she blushed and Giggled "do uhh you want to now? Or can I have a five minute time out?"

The Time Lord smiled at her blush as he spoke back to her, he had no intention of stopping yet as it was obvious he hadn't exhausted himself fully just yet.

"Oh I'm not giving you any time out... We're not finished yet." He growled pulling her ontop of him, 

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Studying Jamie’s hall for fic related reasons and at some point between 1x05 and 3x04 that little padded blue... footstool or what have you has apparently been replaced with those golden monstrosities and now I have some questions, real friendly like. Mostly along the lines of who did this? 

Jamie, was it you? Did you spot these things somewhere and went “yeah those are cool, I bet they’ll make the place seem dead classy, how can they not, they’re massive and golden”? (I think they might be brass, actually, but it’s hard to tell.) Does he only rent the place, and if so did the new renter or owner get them while Jamie was back in Manchester? Or did Jamie hire a home decorator to spruce the place up a bit and for whatever reason this happened? (I mean, the only angle this sort of set up looks good from is straight on and there’s stairs there so you can’t really see it straight on -- unless you’re standing on the stairs going down and peeking up over the floor I guess, but even that’s a bit close for the proper effect and it seems a weird thing to do anyway.) 

I have many questions but mostly I want someone to blame. On the one hand, I don’t want Jamie to have picked them because why, but on the other I really want him to have because a, make the place your own, Jamie, and b, that ridiculous boy would. But considering the contrast between the rather sterile “public” spaces and what little we see of Jamie’s bedroom (colours! so many of them! prints! leopard!) I suspect that he either went with what was already there or hired someone to make it all look classy and respectable and rich (and boring), but went wild in the more private areas, like his bedroom. 

[hiveswap]

I am a plains kid, irrepairably so. Having been born into an environment like mine has many effects on people: it can invoke poetry, instill a deep fear of heights, make them spit their lungs out from the slightest elevation of terrain.

I believe i recieved most of these gifts, though I don't believe the great flat fields are anything to write poetry about. There's fields of canola and wheat, sunflowers as far as the eye can see, and further east there's wild grasslands and mirages on the road in the summer heat, then further out, old wells that define so much of what the average Hungarian pictures when they think of Hortobágy.

I grew up next to water, not the clear blue water of Balaton or the salt spray of the sea, but a green river with jagged stones, sticky clay and husks of plants that pierce your foot if you dare bathe in it without shoes.

In the spring the mosquitoes and frogs and mayflies and weeping williows awake and fulfill their puprose as intended by their mother.

I have never seen a mayfly bloom, I cannot write poetry about that either.

In the summer, the buzz of tourists from far away fills my ears just as loudly as the buzz of the mosquitoes, who are so great in number that I begin to fear approaching our raspberry bushes in broad daylight. My mother still harvests it, in rubber boots and thick protective clothes.

There is nothing more to my town, i realise every year. When the tourists go, the lights of the festival and the faint smell of weed dies out, all that is left is ten thousand people struggling to get by, living in the remains of a town once known for better parties, better beaches, less mosquitoes.

About an hour north there's grapevines on the hills. I've tried to write poetry about those but I know nothing about wine, and nothing about the hills.

Yet further, between mountains not tall enough for fear yet tall enough to make me spit my lungs out as I walk, sits a city, one of men long dead and poetry long sung. I walk past a castle, and towers reaching towards the sky. Then I walk past a residential building pointing a molded, rotting finger towards the clouds.

I climb the staircase to the top of the tower and feel nothing, not the fear of heights and not the buzz of tourists on a wine tour.

Many hours south I see a mountain by a sea, the road on top so high above pristine blue waters that looking to the side makes my heart jump, just like when I saw the Balaton as a nine year old on my first summer trip with a mother who packed both our bags all alone.

Many hours south even from there, sits a continent forgein to me, just across the waves. I don't speak the tongues of the people in either of these places.

I feel a wave of safety, just a small wave of poetry. I will only ever return here as a stranger, as part of the buzz of tourists from far away.

I am not a poet, I do not write about the places I am a part of. I am an ill fitting brick in the wall of my homeland, i am a passerine migrating for the winter and feeling the vertigo of mountains and the stillness of the plains.

I will never see poetry in the plains, in the brick wall, in the mangled remains of a culture painted the sunset-colours of despair. I am a passerine building my lone nest, I am a plains kid, irrepairably so.