#I know this is super long

[vale-writes]

smutty lae’zel thoughts…

it’s canon that sex with lae’zel is.. rough, to put it lightly, so i think having sex is less lovemaking and more fist fight. knowing that battle and seeing you after one turns her on was giving me Ideas that i just had to get out. also i’m assuming githyanki have human enough anatomy for this to work.

tags: gender-neutral reader, reader has a penis/strap, reader penetrates lae’zel, blade play if you squint, oral, kinda rough sex, unprotected sex, switching dom/sub

lae’zel would never let you dom without a fight. victory over you was always sweet, but there was something that burned hot inside her stomach when you had her pinned with a knife to her throat. even if she won your spars (which was often), seeing the sweat drip down your face and hearing your grunts of effort with every clang of steel made her legs tremble. it wasn’t weakness. it was an itch. a need to pounce on you and ride, taking everything and then some.

“best me in combat and i will let you dominate.”

“we just got out of battle, darling. i desire you, but can’t we skip the whole fighting thi-“

a swift kick to your gut and a leg swung behind your ankles sent you straight into the dirt. a wheeze ripped through your lungs as the weight of your “hot githyanki girlfriend” lae’zel straddling you hit you in your stomach. you couldn’t even open your mouth to say you weren’t ready for her to hit you before you felt her blade at your throat.

“chk. you are making this too easy. there is no pleasure in dominating you if you simply roll over. challenge me.”

her eyes flicked over your face for a moment before her gaze softened. lae’zel’s cold steel left your throat as she asked, “unless.. you are not wanting of this? is that what you meant to say? you said you desired me but i suppose i acted too hast-“

it was her turn to get cut off now. you kicked your left leg into her right, flipping her over and landing on top of her, between her legs. she let out an almost imperceptible gasp before reaching for her sword, which you quickly snatched and threw out of her reach. she snarled and began to get up before you grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her back down.

“and i’m the one making this too easy?”

“silence. you tricked me, using my respect for you against me,” she hissed.

“a warrior should have a mind sharper than their sword, love.”

“i said silence.”

with your groin right up against hers, you could feel the heat of her arousal through your trousers. why did gith armor barely cover up those areas? you gritted your teeth and ground into her, letting out a hiss of pleasure when she wrapped her legs around your hips and pulled you in. your lips locked with hers, tongues thrashing in each other’s mouths while you both rocked your hips together like animals.

“take this burdensome armor off already,” she commanded while unbuckling her own. you flipped her over onto her stomach suddenly, raising her hips up to meet yours and continuing to grind.

“why? i can do everything i want with it on,” you flipped the leather tassels up, exposing her barely clothed cunt to you. “and i’d be lying if i said these leather straps on your skin weren’t.. enticing.” your finger traced along said straps that crisscrossed over her inner thighs, making her shiver. she went to snatch your hand away from it, only to get her wrists pinned to the small of her back. you placed your other hand onto her pussy, slowly grinding the heel of your palm into it. leaning over, you licked a stripe up the back of her neck, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. her hips rocked against your hand and she let out a few quiet, pleasured grunts.

“you’re making this too easy, lae’zel,” you murmured in her ear. “i don’t think you really wanted a challenge at all. you want to just give in now?”

you could see her bite her lip in frustration on the ground. you slipped your hand into her underwear and slowly ran your finger along her hole. she let out a quick gasp and tightened her hands into fists.

“yes or no, darling?”

“chk! fine. i will allow you to have your way. but waver for a moment and you’ll find yourself below me.”

you bit back a “wasn’t so hard, was it?” knowing that would only set her ablaze again and prolong your “fight.” you slowly pushed a finger in and tried to stop your grin when you felt how wet she was.

“i can feel you smirking. you know that your fighting excites me. i feel no shame in this.”

you dug your other hand into her hip as you pushed another finger in. she let out a loud, unabashed moan at that. her hips rocked against your hand as you pushed it in and out of her, her wetness getting all over your palm. gods, if the rest of the party knew that you had lae’zel of creche k’liir pinned and moaning like this..

you moved your hand on her hip to her clit and admired the crescents left on her hip from your vice grip. she always told you not to go easy on her. you pushed a third finger in and her legs started to shake. you rubbed lazy circles on her clit before replacing that hand with your tongue. gods, her moans. she never lae’zel never held back when you were rough with her. her knees started to buckle but you simply grabbed her by the hair to keep her up.

“enough,” she said through a whine. “put yourself inside of me. now.”

you decided to push your luck. “say please.”

you shouldn’t have pushed your luck. she let out a growl and swung one of her legs around, landing in your lap once again. she attacked your neck with her lips, biting and sucking on your skin between her sharp teeth. you inhaled sharply from the shock and pain, but could do nothing as she pinned your arms down.

“if you won’t listen to me, i’ll do it myself.”

she tore your pants off and ripped the armor off in the blink of an eye. she took your cock and pushed it in, sitting firmly in your lap as you squirmed in pleasure.

“stay put,” she snarled. you nodded, unable to speak from the sudden pleasure. lae’zel started riding you while keeping your arms down. her golden eyes burned into your own, her slitted pupils blown wide in lust. she enveloped you so well. she was tall and deceptively thin, but she was pure muscle. seeing her like this reminded you of just how easily she could take you whenever she wanted. you tried to ignore how much more that turned you on.

she panted in your ear and sped up while grinding herself onto you whenever she snapped her hips back down.

“start bucking your hips into me,” she commanded. you were happy to obey. you pushed deeper inside of her and she tightened and whined in your ear. she bit down on your shoulder. you could feel her moans vibrate through your chest, her song of pleasure moving through you. you were close too, and trying desperately not to cum before her.

“finish with me.”

you nodded and bucked up further into her. her head fell back with one last sensual cry before she came around you. you gripped her hips and pushed up into her before cumming yourself.

you both panted for a while. she let herself lean forward and rest her head on your bitten shoulder. she traced her fingers along the marks she left behind on you. a reminder that you were hers. githyanki didn’t do love. she knew you could never really be hers. not while she served her queen. but maybe, just until the bruises faded and the cuts healed, she could have one teeny, tiny, little love.

[buzzrds]

here's my wonderful isopod child, handcrafted in leather

[inkskinned]

what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.

[possamble]

Needlessly close reading and long commentary on chapter 57 and how the audience actually has an extremely limited view on what Marcille has been like over the course of her life.

I am once again thinking about how pre-dungeon Marcille is so quiet and stoic that she seems like a completely different person. How jarring chapter 57 is for the audience. Like you have Marcille, who has been just the most blindingly expressive person with resting baby face

And then the chapter drops a title page of Marcille hearing from Falin for the first time in four years and it's like.

Who is that. Genuinely. Would you even realize that's Marcille without the context clues?

And then the chapter just keeps coming in with the sucker punches.

We have SEEN Marcille meet strangers. It was never with this understated of a smile.

literally who the hell is this. the few times the audience gets to see some Signature Marcille Faces that they're used to is when she finally gets to see Falin again

when she's testing out her new spells

(and when Laios and Falin are fantasizing about her being their damsel in distress, funnily enough)

And then finally. Finally you get to a fully recognizable Marcille when she fucking DIES and comes back to life to geek out about necromancy.

We know she loves magic. We know she loves Falin. So it's not so surprising that she wouldn't be able to keep a mask up when thinking or talking about the things she loves. But why the mask in the first place? Where does it come from? It's tempting to think that, maybe, Falin's departure just hurt her so much that it turned her into a quiet person.

But that's only half true. If you go back, the first instance you see of this incredibly mild personality is actually introduced much earlier, in chapter 17.

What if she was always like that. What if her default after her father died was to hold people at arm's length, to never really emote past being polite and friendly. What if Falin was the first person who was able to bring her out of her shell, and when she left, Marcille just went back to how she was.

And when comparing her detached demeanour with someone else...

It's not exact, but wouldn't you say there's a resemblance? Wouldn't you think she might be trying her best to imitate what she saw of her own mother working as an accomplished mage?

It would certainly explain why she's hiding behind her portrait in her nightmare, at least.

We aren't told that Marcille has been distancing herself from everyone around her using a mature and dignified personality she modelled off her mother. But we sure as hell are shown it, I think.

[glacialmaples-pkmn]

I ended up deciding I did want to go to fanexpo (even if it meant I might be in a little bit of pain bcs of the date. thankfully I wasn't tho!!) and I'm so happy I did!!!!!!

for most of the time we were there we didn't have much luck finding love live anything. a few things here and there, but it was mostly μ's and liella that we saw. I was coming around to the idea that the only ruby I was gonna get was a small aozora jumping heart keychain.

then we can across a booth where like. a quarter of it was just love live!!! they had figures from μ's to liella. it was so hard to choose which ones I wanted, that I completely overlooked a mirai no bokura ruby fig that was literally right behind a super cute kasumi I was looking at lmao. as soon as it was pointed out to me I didn't care for anything else immediately go it.

I think the vendor overheard us talking abt it and started showing us all the ruby merch they had. there was a pillow with scenes from the anime, another figure (the little demon outfit from the anime. idk what it's actually called lol), and an acrylic standee.

the pillow I didn't get cos 1) it was a decoration pillow, and idk abt anyone else, but I don't understand those. if it's a pillow, I'm using it at a pillow. but if I did that then it would quickly get ruined. and 2) the cats love attacking pillows and blankets if they move. so the pillow was an automatic no. the second figure was a no cos the costume isn't really that cute to me?? if I was a super collector and I needed it then I probably would've gotten it, but I'm not so I didn't lol.

so I ended up getting the ruby mirai fig and the standee, and another figure. I think in total I got 4 figures, 1 standee, and 5 keychains?? it's only been a day and I've already forgotten lol. I only have the ruby's we found as an early bday present, and my goldfish brain is gonna forget/has already forgotten what the other stuff was. I guess it'll be a good thing that I will forget everything else, that means I'll be genuinely surprised for Christmas lmao.

compared to the last time I went, I had so much more fun this time around. mostly bcs I have more than one interest and I'm not lying to myself abt my love for Pokemon. even for things I'm not interested in and only know of bcs of other people, being able to name which anime/game/character of the cosplays I saw was so much fun.

I wasn't really expecting it, since most cosplays I saw were genshin or one piece, but seeing 1 bandori and maybe 2 love live cosplays was cool!! one was for sure love live (aozora jumping heart are very obvious costumes), but idk if the other was? it was a very low-key casual, but still obviously a cosplay of some kind. it looked like a casual version of mirai ticket? but idk if it was. there was also this super pretty ei or makoto genshin cosplay (I'm 90% sure it was makoto) and.

idk, if I have the chance to go again next year (and have more than a 2~ week heads up and 1 day to decide) I might plan something of my own?? seeing them all was really inspiring. even if it's something more low-key and casual rather than big and obvious, even if it's something that maybe only I will recognize, maybe??? ever since I learned just how far people go to make/get their own accurate costumes I've always wanted to do it/try. but multiple different factors just stop me from trying.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[hajihiko]

💕

[fictionadventurer]

I love libraries.

I'm browsing the WWI shelves (as you do) and notice a very old book about the war. I glance at the first pages that talk about how one day the war will be over and we'll look at this place and not see any signs of the battlefield.

Then it hits me. And I check the publishing date.

This book was printed before the war's end. Not written. Printed. The physical object was created in 1918, while the war in question was raging and the end was as yet uncertain.

Now I'm standing on the other side of the apocalypse, with this physical link to that era in my hands. I'm living proof that the war did end and life did go on and we can all look at the end of the world as a long-ago memory.

Reading old books is cool enough, connecting our minds and hearts through the ideas of people who lived long ago, but there's something extra profound about holding a copy of the book that comes from the time that it was written. It's a physical link between the past and the present connecting me to those long-ago people. A piece of the past come into the future that gives me the chance to almost take the hand of some long-ago reader, to hold something they could have held, connecting not just mentally but physically to their era, a moment of connection across more than a century.

Excuse me while I go weep.

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

sun doodle from that one scene in the new music video

[wasyago]

the brainrot won

[cloudyydraws]

more mario and luigi doodles but i took their mouths away

+ extra unfinished stuff under the cut

[pangur-and-grim]

2-5 business days until we get the results on what bacteria/virus has been causing all this 😤

[shartfinz]

super detailed Mr. L for no reason anyway all design decisions (except for the goggles) are informed by my dad being a mechanic when I was like 0-11

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.

[heliopixels]

UPDATE - RUBA AND IYAD (VETTED)

A lot of you will know that I have been trying to get more eyes on Iyad's fundraiser and encourage donations for the past few months. Now I want you to pay attention to this too:

Some of you may know Ruba from her previous fundraising attempts @rubashabansblog (now shadowbanned). Iyad and Ruba are neighbors who live close to each other in the tents. They are like family to each other. Both of them have run into major trouble both with GoFundMe and Tumblr (and in Ruba's case GoGetFunding as well) and have had to restart fundraising from 0 multiple times.

Iyad's family lost a total of 11k due to GFM deleting his fundraiser, Ruba's family lost a total of 27k due to GFM withholding funds. (overview of Ruba's troubles with fundraising here)

Ruba was recently injured badly and had to be taken to the hospital. Treatment was expensive and since they couldn't possess their funds from gfm, they weren't able to pay for it themselves. Iyad took Ruba to the hospital, helped her, and payed for her treatment. Since Ruba's family has no other way to access their raised funds, her family and Iyad's family are now sharing this same fundraiser:

Iyad's and Ruba's fundraisers have both been independently vetted by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein and are on their Vetted Gaza Fundraisers Spreadsheet. Iyad's is no. 177/173 and Ruba's is no. 94/90. Please keep in mind that these are their previous GFMs and have not been updated to their current situation.

$2,583/$60,000

Only 4.3% of goal raised.

Both their families are exhausted and have faced uncountable losses. Donations to this fundraiser have been slowing for a while now and it is important now more than ever to share and donate since this is now supporting 2 families instead of just 1, especially with the spread of even more diseases in Gaza and the scarcity of clean water, food, and medicine.

PLEASE SHARE + DONATE

Things you can get for donating:

-art wallpapers

-art commissions

You can read my previous posts on the developments in Iyad's situation on my blog in my tag #iyadsobhe and you can keep up to date on Ruba's situation on her current blog @rubashsblog and @neptunerings who has adopted her fundraiser. I also reccomend following @iyadsobhegaza, Iyad's personal blog, though he is currently not posting there due to being shadowbanned.