#and i still use silverlight

[holybibly]

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 | 𝔜𝔲𝔫𝔥𝔬 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

♡ Pairing: Boyfriend Yunho х reader ♡ Summary: You can't blame Yunho for not being able to keep his hands to himself—it's your fault that you're so irresistible that he's madly in love with you. Or you don't like to get up so early in the morning, but Yunho has a great way of changing that. ♡ Genre / Au / Trope: Smut, non-idol!AU, established relationships ♡ Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ Word count: 2.8k ♡ Warnings: Pervert boyfriend! Yunho, sub!reader, consensual somnophilia, masturbation, free use, unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play, pet names, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, pussy slapping, and more.

♡ net: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity @newworldnet ♡ A|N: For bunnies who, like me, hate waking up early.

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ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ Part II @unholywriters @hey-syia @hrts4nohee @vnessalau @mlink64 @tessakleine @fr34k4c1dr41n @313hwa @lilyuwon @tiziamattaga @un-knew @wiaxul @siyah-staryis @seonghwasbbgirl @mingisfavgf @bunnyluvr25 @roserperfume @lose-lose07 @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @lelaleleb @bubblebisk @silverlight-h @ chloe-elise-2000 @cookiesandcreammy @mxnsxngie @ghostlovesworld @i-love-ateez @mingisprincesss @vampscan @peachygiku @vampqueen777 @miyaluvvsyou @oddracha katsukis1wife

When Yunho wakes up, it's just beginning to light up outside the window. He lets out a heavy sigh as he leans back onto the soft, fluffy pillows and covers his eyes sensitive from sleep with his hand. His teeth bite his lower lip to keep from moaning as his straining cock twitch under the silk of his pyjamas from movements he makes. Damn, it's too early for that shit, but here he is with his cock hard as a rock, all sweaty and thirsty, and all because of a dream, albeit a damn nice dream, he has to say. 

Yunho's gaze rests on the white ceiling of your shared bedroom, the sunlight now casting golden pink shimmering pools across it. He tries to recall the details of the dream, which excited him so early in the morning and made his cock noticeably tense. He could swear that at the beginning it was all innocent, until little by little your nice date with him turned into a completely dirty and disgusting scene where he was fucking you in a public toilet. Yunho bent you over, your big, juicy tits sticking out of your dress neckline, jiggling with each powerful thrust, and he put his long, ringed fingers in your mouth to muffle your loud, sweet whimpering as he filled your tiny, tight cunt with his cock like his life depended on it. 

Pictures of you wriggling in his arms, your thick thighs trembling as you came on his cock, coating it with your cream, and how his viscous, milky cum lavishly gushing from your used, reddened hole, which still continued to tremble even after he was completely out of you, flash before his mind's eye again. 

His Adam's apple twitches as he swallows noisily, and Yunho can feel his silk pyjama trousers getting more uncomfortably wet by the second from how profusely his cock is leaking. It's your fault;rom it's all that damn attraction of yours and those big shining eyes begging 'fuck me' even if it's only a dream. How can he resist such temptation? 

He sighs again and slips his thumbs under the elastic of his trousers to pull them down his thighs, wanting to solve his 'problem' by himself as soon as possible, knowing that you don't like to be woken up so early.

'So bloody early...' He curses quietly, his eyes sliding to the electronic clock on your bedside table. 'Five in the morning.'

Yunho slowly lowers his trousers until the thick, swollen head of his cock is visible over the silky fabric before he pulls his heavy, throbbing cock fully out. The cool bedroom air lightly kisses the hot length painfully, making him hiss. Yunho licks his lips before sinking his teeth into his lower lip as he runs his manicured fingernails lightly up the length of his cock. That's what you always do to him before your tongue presses against the velvety skin of his cock and licks it lazily a few times before you close your lips over the wet, flushed head and... Damn, he should stop his fantasies right now before his self-control collapses like a house of cards and he climbs on top of you to fuck you good in the mattress. 

He doesn't want to wake you, especially as he knows you've had problems getting to sleep lately, but he finds it so hard to hold back his groans as he cups his cock in his hand and runs it up and down a few times from the base to the head. His balls are straining with sperm he wants to pour into your pretty pussy or lovely mouth. He imagines that your palm is caressing his dick or taking it down your throat and swallowing so deeply you put your face against his pubic and start choking. Oh shit, he really must stop. 

Yunho sits up on the bed with his back against the headboard, his legs bent at the knees and spread as wide as he can so as not to disturb you. He lazily jacks himself off, his eyes gliding over your sleeping form, taking in every curve and glimpse of bare skin. 

His tongue keeps flicking over his lips, as if Yunho can taste your pussy, which he has licked deliciously in his dreams. He's always enjoyed eating you; it loosens up his compulsive oral fixation, and lately he's become addicted to lazily licking you to ease the gnawing feeling of dissatisfaction inside him when his mouth is empty. 

The image of him languidly sucking on your clit, occasionally rubbing his tongue over your folds, makes him pump his cock faster. His other hand slides between his thighs and encircles his balls, massaging them in his palm, which only increases his pleasure. Suddenly his gaze falls on your small mouth; he can see the tip of your soft tongue between your wet lips. Fuck, you look so vulnerable, so tender, absolutely fuckable, and this only excites him more. 

Although Yunho has to say that he's generally turned on by absolutely everything you do, even if it's something mundane or completely innocent. Maybe he's just a total pervert; who knows? 

To be honest, he still doesn't understand how he managed to make you his in the first place, but it doesn't matter; you're here now, living in his apartment, sleeping in his bed, fucking him every night, and more. 

Sometimes he can't control himself at all; you make him feel so good just by being in his life; you're like a drug he can't get enough of—all those dreams, all those thoughts, all those sweet smiles and wet, glistening looks, and of course that special look on your face he always sees when you cum for him—Yunho is crazy in love with you; sue him for it. 

Every time Yunho promises himself that he is going to do the right thing—he is going to treat you like a real princess, he is going to kiss the ground you walk on, he is going to be gentle, he is going to be affectionate—he can do it. Yunho is determined to make love with you for hours because he is a fantastic lover and he is so tough. You can ride him like a stallion, he can fuck you holding you in his arms or pressing you against the wall; every position is possible with him, and of course he will let you take the control, but... but it ends the same way it always does: he grabs your thighs roughly with his big and strong hands, digging his fingers into the soft flesh until it bruises and haemorrhages, and he fucks you roughly and deeply like an animal. 

Sometimes he's so ashamed of it, but it's you; it's all because of you; it's you who do all these things to him—you're the source of his insatiable lust. 

But now it was a completely different case. How is he supposed to deal with it when he's so damn horny and you're consciously not available to him now? 

Of course, it was always present in your conversations; you dropped hints here and there that 'he can have you anytime he wants', but Yunho still felt a little guilty. Hell, he seemed like a horny teenager with raging hormones who didn't know how to deal with his own arousal, but it wasn't enough to stop his free hand from squeezing your breasts and massaging them through your thin nightgown. 

It was such a pretty thing—sheer, thin, short, trimmed with ruffles and lace—just the way he liked it; you looked absolutely angelic in it, but at the same time utterly slutty, the contrast Yunho liked most about you. 

Your sleepy face frowns slightly at the sudden stimulation, your nipples hardening under his touch. He unconsciously licks his lips as he sees the candy pink flesh swell as his fingers circle your nipples through the translucent fabric, his obsessive oral fixation not helping him at all with the urge to take them in his mouth and suck them until you come, and he knows you can definitely do it since Yunho has done it to you before. Once he dedicated a whole evening to sucking, licking, and biting your nipples until you squirted for him, and damn, it was so hot. The memory makes his cock twitch in his hand, new drops of pre-cum leaking from its head, running down its thick, wiry length, coating it in a glistening layer of moisture. 

'Fuck.' Yunho moans, strangled. He's so close, so damn close, but his orgasm still doesn't come, keeping him on the edge of overwhelming pleasure. His cock aches from how rough and hard he's fucking his fist and how eager he is to get his sweet release. But all his efforts are in vain; they only irritate him more and make his cock throb with tension; he needs you and only you to make him cum. 

He throws his head back, rolling his eyes as he runs the pad of his thumb over the head of his cock, and imagine that he's rubbing it against your princess-pussy instead, smearing his pre-cum all over your clit and making you shiver and squirm. Shit...

With a disappointed sigh, he stops touching himself and rolls over onto his side so that he's facing you. Indecisively, his hand hangs in the air before he places his big palm on your pussy. He can feel how warm and wet it is through the see-through panty, which he thinks is completely useless, but you like to look aesthetically pleasing, and who is he to argue with his princess? You squirm at his touch, unconsciously spreading your legs wider for him, and Yunho takes advantage of this to push the wet net aside and slide his fingers along your slit. 

"Mmm, baby, you're obviously dreaming about something nice." He whispers into your cheek, showering it with light, airy kisses as his fingers circle your clit, spreading your juices all over it. You're already so wet for him. His fingers caress you persistently, tracing his name on your clit, feeling it swell under his touch. His kisses travel down your neck to your bare shoulders and deep cleavage. Yunho is trying not to bite your skin; he doesn't want you to wake up in pain, especially as the marks of his past bites still haven't completely disappeared. God, how you moaned when he sank his teeth into you as he stretched you out on his fingers. The memory is still too vivid in his mind.

Eventually the stimulation becomes too overwhelming for you to stay asleep and your eyes flutter open. For a second, you panic at the feel of a cold, calloused finger rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves, but Yunho's husky voice instantly calms you.

"Shh, princess, it's only me." He kisses your lips gently, and you moan into his mouth as his fingers pinch your clit. "I couldn't cum without you, so I thought I'd play with that angel pussy; you don't mind me waking you up like this, do you, baby?" He continues to kiss your face as he circles your clit before slapping it lightly with the palm of his hand. You jerk at the sharp sensation, excitement tingling on your skin, and you feel your hole tighten around nothing. It's not the kind of awakening you've been dreaming of, but you don't mind, especially when Yunho's long, skilled fingers are giving you such pleasure. 

You couldn't stop squirming; it felt too good as he continued to rub his fingers over your delicate folds, occasionally tracing the edge of your hole and dipping his fingertips inside to collect your juices. Your hips rose in time with the movements of his hand, and you came closer and closer to orgasm when suddenly he pulled his hand away from your pussy and brought his wet fingers to your lips. 

"Lick it for me, princess." And you do as you're told. Your tongue sticks out of your mouth, wraps around the long appendages glistening with your slime, and licks them clean. All the while, as you suck and lick Yunho's fingers, you stare into his eyes, knowing that this is what drives him crazy—his long fingers in your mouth, the unbroken eye contact, and the way you drool for him. "Damn, angel, that's it." He slaps your pussy again with his free hand, and you roll your eyes in searing pleasure as you continue to suck his fingers diligently. "I want to see your beautiful face when you come, Princess. You'll show me, won't you?" He finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, allowing you to speak.

'Yes, Yu-Yunho...Whatever you want." 

A smug grin blossoms on his lips; he likes the way you react to him too much. Yunho feels his cock throbbing painfully again, more pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock and smearing down his thigh, but it doesn't matter; all he can think about is how you're going to come on his fingers. 

Your vision becomes blurry; you can't even describe what's happening; your brain is still too foggy from sleep; you just lie there and take whatever Yunho gives you and let your handsome boyfriend play with you as he pleases. 

"I'm going to make you feel so good, Princess." You cling to his wrist, trying to ground yourself, but it doesn't help much, especially when he inserts his two long fingers into you sharp and deep, making you let out a shrill moan. 

It's always like this with Yunho; at first he's gentle, his touches airy and calculated, but the longer your games go on, the rougher and sharper he gets. It can start with him worshipping your pussy with his mouth and end with him roasting you in the butt with his huge cock, getting you on all fours, and putting all his weight on you. 

"I'll buy you new ones." That's the only warning you get before the sound of ripping fabric fills the room, or rather the sound of your panties ripping—they're the fifth he's ripped this week. For a moment he cups your entire pussy in his possessive palm, feeling how wet and ready it is for him, promising himself that he will fuck you with his tongue later, after you have come on his fingers and maybe after you give him a delicious blowjob. You always drove him crazy with the way you sucked him off. Your mouth was always so hot and wet, and as a bonus, you swallowed him all the way to the base and let Yunho fuck your sweet face.

Yes, that was a great plan for the morning. 

"The most beautiful pussy belongs to my sweet girl, doesn't it?" His fingers enter you again and begin to move quickly in and out of you. You could only nod in response to his words, too absorbed in the sensation of your growing orgasm. Your back arched over the bed, your hips trembling as his fingers flexed inside you, hitting your sweetest, most sensitive spot each time. 

"I'm going to cum! Shit... Yunho!' You moaned his name like a mantra, feeling the tight, hot knot of pure ecstasy unravel inside you, plunging you headfirst into the depths of pleasure. Your moans and cries were like music to his ears and only spurred him on. 

Yunho focusses his attention on your clit again, increasing the sensations of your orgasm even more. You almost lose touch with reality as he looks at you with a smile, not stopping the movement of his fingers on your clit for a second, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours. 

"That's it, good girl." His honeyed voice is sticky against your heated skin as Yunho leaves smudged kisses on your cheeks. 'That's my princess. You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you?' He asks almost innocently, taking your hand in his and pressing it against his needy cock. It's hot under your palm, wet and sticky with pre-cum, thick veins swollen and throbbing under the velvety skin. "Come on, angel, help me, and then I'll make you cum again. You can ride my face, or I can eat you up against the wall. Remember the time I held you on my shoulders while you smothered me with your sweet cunt, hmm?" Yunho coaxes you and begins to push his cock into your hand. You reflexively squeeze it with your palm, your thumb running over the sensitive spot under the head. 

"Fuck, yeah... Just like that."

It may not have been the wake-up call you dreamed of on a Saturday morning, but you weren't the type to complain, especially when your boyfriend is Jeong Yunho. 

[manicorchestra]

MOONLIGHT FALLS HAS BEEN DE-SPOOKIFIED! INTRODUCING...SILVERLIGHT FALLS!

I'm a fan of realism in the Sims 3 franchise so I never play with supernatural elements, with the exception of aliens once in a while. So imagine my surprise when I opened the origin app many moons ago to find I suddenly and without explanation owned Supernatural. I was excited for the new world but deeply disappointed to find a misty northwestern world not meeting its full potential. I didn't know how to use CAW back then and it only occurred to me recently that I could open up pre-made Sims 3 worlds and tweak them to my liking. This file here is what I would call an experiment. Its not up to par with my normal projects but I thought it was still fun and would bring someone some joy, so I introduce to you - SILVERLIGHT FALLS. Its just like Moonlight Falls, but without all the filth and supernatural creatures and the obnoxious baseball diamond. I also did some rezoning because it felt more like the Maxis team just took everything they had and threw it at the wall instead of making proper subneighborhoods. So its been broken up into a Downtown, Poorer Outskirts, Estates, High End Suburbs, Low End Suburbs and Countryside. I filled the world with some rabbitholes and recycled vanilla game lots from one of my previous worlds that didn't work out. This is by no means a completed town, but its a good backbone for something more.

Please note - If you have any routing issues with staircases (sims not using them), just delete and then hit the backbutton. For some reason, one of my mods messes with the staircases sometimes when I put down a lot from the bin. Deleting and then hitting the back button should resolve the issue.

And one more thing, make sure you use the save file + the world file. My EIG is a butt and crashes when I try to edit this world with CAW, so I had to do the lot edits in game. The world won't look right without the save file.

I'm also recommending Burnt Waffles Blue Skies and Sunshine Mod with Moonlight Falls Water. https://www.mediafire.com/download/bag663dj7v8er3r/BrntWafflesBlueSkies%26SunshineLightingMod1.5MFwater.package.zip

World File https://www.mediafire.com/file/4fdkvn7qtcvqxr4/Silverlight_Falls.Sims3Pack/file

Save File https://www.mediafire.com/folder/hfmicxjpwqazu/Silverlight+Falls.sims3

REQUIRES ALL EPs and may have a few store items in it. Sorry.

[blackjackkent]

OK another one that I've been pretty curious how it was gonna play out...

How're you doing, Karlach?

"Ah. Soldier. How glad I am to see you again. I'd started to wonder if I ever would."

Karlach's tone here definitely seems to support my personal headcanon, which is that there was still a fair amount of Karlach-ish-ness floating around in her head right after her transformation, but that as time has gone on (and she's consumed more brains) her personality has gotten more and more clouded, less and less her. She sounds very calm and placid now, her tentacles twitching a little with every word but otherwise betraying no sign of the restless energy that used to mark Karlach at all times.

Rakha squints at her uncertainly, trying to get a handle on exactly who and what she is talking to, and what to expect. "How have you been?" she finally asks cautiously.

"Honestly?" Karlach says placidly. "Never better. My life is so rich now. So... multifaceted. I've wanted to share it with you, but maybe I was... scared. I've changed so much." Her eyes narrow thoughtfully. "But then again - so have you."

She's right about that, certainly. Rakha has changed, tremendously. She is leaving behind the haunted, broken thing that she was, piece by piece - or trying her very best to, at least.

"I have visited several historians of the Bhaalspawn crisis," she says. "I must ensure I am the last of my kind."

(A/N: I hadn't considered this as part of Rakha's activities in the last six months, but sure, we'll go with it! Additional detail - what if one of the historians that she visited happened to be a fellow who helps to keep the historical archive at the Selunite Silverlight Temple northwest of the city... a fellow named Hector Carlisle? :P )

Karlach cocks her head slowly to one side. "Your mind, once broken, has shown surprising resiliency," she murmurs.

A pause. Her tentacles twitch. "Our victory against the Dead Three changed everything. For example, my favorite food used to be... mutton chops." She seems to have had to think about that for a moment. "Do you know what it is now? Brains, Soldier. Brains..."

Rakha shifts a little uneasily. This isn't really a surprise; they all know illithids eat brains. But the objective fact and hearing it in that strange placid version of Karlach's voice feel very different. "Those can't be easy to come by," she says noncommittally. "How do you get them?"

A terrible irony, she thinks yet again. She has moved on and begun to live, quiet and peaceful and bothering no one, while Karlach moves through the world destined to consume still-living flesh.

"I thought I was good at cracking skulls before," Karlach says. There's a strange tug to her voice, as if the old Karlach is trying to surface and make a joke, but can't quite emerge from the placid waters. "Now I've got it down to something of a science. or maybe more of a religion."

She meets Rakha's eyes steadily. "I've made arrangements with a healer in the city. When a patient is beyond saving, but still able to speak for themselves, they're offered a choice. They can go as nature intends to take them. Or, when they're ready - when their goodbyes have been said, their affairs settled, and all that awaits them is pain - I relieve them."

Her voice hums with a sudden extra resonant intensity. "When I consume their brains, I am nourished by much more htan the physical nutrition. Their memories, from birth to death, become part of me. I've lived hundreds of childhoods, first loves, marriages, feuds, and friendships. I remember them all. And in this way, we all live on... together..."

She is so matter-of-fact about it. And in and of itself, Rakha supposes, there is logic to it that she can follow. It is a job delivering mercy, a bringing of death only when it could not be avoided anyway.

An attack with purpose, to reawaken the old mantra that she has not had occasion to think about in months.

That is not the part that bothers her, if it must be done. What bothers her is the idea of Karlach consuming all these minds, feeling all of these memories - not just her own but hundreds of others, all melding and mixing together. It has been so important to Rakha of late to find a sense of her own identity, the thing that is her and no one else - and in fact, Karlach always seemed to her to be someone who had that figured out. In spite of all the terrible things that had happened to her, Karlach always knew precisely who she was, what she wanted, where she'd come from and where she was going.

And now she is lost somewhere in that placid maelstrom of hundreds of other minds. Rakha's friend, as she once was, is gone.

"Something about it doesn't sit right with me," she mutters.

"It's strange, I know," Karlach murmurs. "I couldn't have imagined this life for myself in a million years. But... I think I'm doing good in the world - and staying fed along the way. What more could a Karlach want?"

She seems to expect Rakha to say something, but Rakha can't think of anything further to say, and the silence stretches.

Finally Karlach speaks again, and there's a slightly resigned note in her monotone voice. "It's been wonderful to see you again," she says gravely. "Reminds me of old times around the campfire. We used to think becoming a mind flayer was a fate worse than death. I wouldn't trade my life - this life - for anything. Funny how things change, isn't it?"

She turns away, her tentacles giving a quick flick over her shoulder in Rakha's direction. "Enjoy the night, my friend. I know I will."

[the-kr8tor]

Omg I loved how you played out my req so well! I liked how instead of R or Hobie's POV, It was Yuri's instead. It's a pleasant change, and I like how we got to see inside the thoughts of one of Hobie's bandmates ever since the apocalypse happened! Overall, I loved it:) Daily Hobie HC! Band AU time cus we havent had that in a hot minute! After every practice that you both have with the others, Hobie practically teleports into the kitchen, immediately putting on the kettle to make you some honey lemon tea to soothe your throat and make sure you still have your lovely singing voice. As you two settle down, he practically goes limp in your arms, allowing you to do whatever you want to him while he enjoys the warmth of your fingers massaging his hands, relieving him of cramps. With his head on your lap, your fingers working expertly on his muscles and a tea with the perfect ratio of honey and lemon (somehow Hobie gets it every time), it's usually a peaceful hour or two after practice...and depending how late you both got home, usually followed up by some teasing. However, if you're unlucky due to whatever circumstance (hobie's probably temporarily died then if you cant have your honey lemon tea from him) If you talk to him with a sore throat/lost voice, he'll tease the living shit out of you and be so gentle at the same time. Hobie will lean slightly into you, tilting his head towards you so he's able to hear what you're trying to say to him better. Even if he gets hand cramps during practice, with how hard he's playing the damn guitar, the others are quite surprised how fast you're willing to abandon the mic (without dropping it) to tend to him. Even Hobie's surprised, trying to usher you back so they can continue, yet he can't deny how nice it feels as your fingers work nimbly and quickly at his hand, the warmth easing the cramps. I bet as much as you both would want to deny it, Hobie knows there's so way possible that you two, multiple times during band practice, will try to be louder than the other. It's a common occurrence to be told to 'shut up and stop riling the other one up'...but Hobie just can't help it. He wants to see how far you both can push yourselves, even if it pisses off Ned. If he can, Hobie absolutely adores seeing you sing. If he hears any sort of song coming from you, whether it'd be something he'd listen to or not, he'd nonchalantly just lean against whatever he can that's out of your vision, listening until you've stopped and finally acknowledged him. When Hobie realizes that you're humming one of the band's songs, he'll grab his guitar and quietly strum to it, slowly increasing in volume until you notice. Every time he's done this, it ends up being a mini concert in the boathouse. Imagine in the Billie and Ramona AU too- For example, you'd be singing one of your favourite songs from the band to them, their legs swinging to and fro as they sat on the counter, watching you make hot chocolate. If Hobie is lucky to be able to catch you doing so, he'll immediately begin boasting about you to his daughters, exclaiming how you used to be in the exact same band as Aunty Yuri, watching as their eyes sparkle and your eyes roll with a flustered look on your face. (I bet Yuri's the favourite of Billie and Ramona you cant tell me otherwise) Also I have recently discovered the band South Arcade and I LOVE their songs??? Some songs I'd recommend (if you wanna listen to them) are Riptide, Silverlight, Nepo Baby and New Fever Why? Because I adore those songs specifically and they are SO GOOD -🐦‍⬛

Thank you, angel!! I loved writing it ❤️

Daily Hobie HC!! 🎉

Hobie after band practice so he could make you some tea:

Yuri: where-?! How?!!

The image of r cuddling with a mug of tea while they're massaging Hobie's hands and him falling asleep on their lap has me all giggly 🥺🥺🥺 so cute!!! I would love to massage his hands 🥴

Yeees!! Little impromptu concerts inside the houseboat! Gasp! With Billie and Ramona too!!!

Oh absolutely, yuri is def their favourite (uncle ned hates that one fact!) Billie and Mona are now their momma's number 1 fan!!

I'll give them a listen! Im currently into chappell roan and her voice is so heavenly 😍

[rcsetorn]

⭕️- Favorite Pokemon? and/or 🐋- share a Weird/funny story?

(Feel free to answer only one or both. Whichever you prefer. 💕)

◈ ╼ ༺ :|     Munday Questions || @asheanon  |: ༻ ╼ ◈

⭕️- Favorite Pokemon?

This was the question that made me decide on that particular meme. Rhydon. I love Rhydon. He will forever be on my team even if I don't like Rhyperior. Rhyperior is definitely not superior. Aside from it's cool look, that lightening rod ability is a blessing in team battles. And then my powerhouse had Earthquake, Thunderbolt, Surf, and Megahorn. Nerd out for a bit, but I want a plushie of Rhydon. Even if I'm not incredibly huge on Pokemon as I used to be. Favorite legendary is Lugia. Because after the 2nd movie, how can you not love whirlpool bird dragon?

🐋- share a Weird/funny story?

I'll share this funny one just because you. XD Not exactly haha funny, but I used to plot out this Kuja x OC Dissidia story called Silverlight. I still have some of my notes from my young self. That OC was to be the deciding factor between the war of Cosmos and Chaos to end the cycles, but it was up to the Warriors of both sides to convince her to come to join their side. But everyone is like... "she doesn't know how to fight, how is she supposed to be the deciding factor?" and start training her before she snaps, goes through a transformation she can't control, and it takes all 20 fighters to stop her. But all characters were to spend time with her and help her grow in some way. More or less. Terra was to be her best friend, and the Chaos Warriors were set on pushing Kuja towards her since he's the manipulator and they wanted to bully him around. I still think about it, mostly because of the name of your own Starlight story. Just the similarity in name.

[mindfiresolutions-blog]

Blazor : Will it slay the JavaScript/SPA Frameworks?

It has been a long time since Microsoft allowed support of .NET directly on client-side. The last attempt was with Silverlight which got famous when it launched but due to lack of support from browsers and security concerns it stopped; like what happened to Adobe Flash.

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What is BLAZOR?

Blazor is an attempt to bring .NET core to the browser directly which allows supported language like C# to run directly on the browser. Blazor allows developing Single Page Application (SPA) very quickly and by using a single language on both server and client.

Blazor allows having features similar to any other SPA framework like Routing, Template, Binding – one or two way, Rendering, etc.

The name comes by combining Browser and  MVC Razor i.e Blazor.

How does it work?

It entirely relies on WebAssembly (Wasm). Wasm was developed in 2015, to run high-level language directly on browsers. It is supported by W3C which means it is standard and could be utilized by different platform too. There are runtimes available to run C++ codes on browsers too. Since it is from W3C all latest browsers generally have the support of Wasm.

Blazor runs via Wasm but in-between there needs to be a runtime. Mono Wasm allows required .NET assemblies downloads on browser directly which runs on Mono Wasm Virtual Machine.

What are all advantages of Blazor?

A single roof of programming language to build client and server-side codes.

Wasm is generally faster than JavaScript (JS) because those are binary/compiled code. No need for parsing of scripts.

A typed system, a fewer scope of errors due to same. Razor, model binding, etc.

All sweet features of C# and .NET core: Dependency Injection (DI), delegates/events, etc.

Visual Studio Integrated Development Environment (IDE) to allow a rich experience to develop applications quickly with many provided inbuilt or plug-in supported features.

A fallback approach to enable Blazor to run if Wasm is not available to any browser. No issue of Garbage collection like all .NET platform, Mono Wasm supports it too.

Limitations of Blazor

Still is in the development phase, not recommended for production use.

Limited debugging support of Blazor codes since it runs on Wasm.

No way to access DOM elements has to rely on JavaScript for same.

The second biggest, there is not much components/control available in Blazor to have richer User Experience (UX). Like as simple as AutoSuggestion, we have to rely on JavaScript plugin for same.

Demo of Blazor

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGj49kaYPEc The source code used in demo: https://github.com/viku85/BlazorDemo

Conclusion and Future

Blazor is easy to use with minimal effort in comparison to any JS SPA framework available in the market. Since it is on .NET, there is less learning curve for people coming from the .NET environment.

A lot of changes and development is going on with Blazor, many refinements, performance improvements, feature add-ons but still not having a final version to use on production. I believe with the support of controls like Kendo or inbuilt controls in Blazor, application development would be much quicker and feature rich.

We need to wait for the final release (if it happens) and a wide variety of supported controls which may kill JS Frameworks at least in the Microsoft development environment.

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The views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the author. An avid techie, Vikash enjoys sharing his thoughts on computing and technology in his personal blog. To know more about our company, please click on Mindfire Solutions. 

[shallahi-and-snowflake]

My analyses and ramblings are to be tagged with #radiant ramblings rotomblr.

This is also my work-in-progress inventory page.

I have:

• Stationery.

• A pink diamond the length of one of my own, relatively long forearms, from Brightness Rochelle of @princesscut-carbink.

• A Perfect Diamond gem about the size of my thumb from Quasar of @rogue-nebula, during Discreet Deliberd 2023.

• A blue feather, an orange feather, and a green feather, from @swordsofunova (2-6-24)

• A plush Shark whose name is Shivers. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A plush Sylveon named Tali, after Talenel, Herald of Soldiers. The name is inspired by Barry the Harmonium Bomb, partnered to Rose Waite of @hisuianhellion. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A belt-affixed charge pack for Radianting. I have found that Electric Energy can be used in place of Stormlight. (Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, 12-7-2023)

• A Reshiram Pokeshi Doll named Raana (Aon Aan, “Truth, Fact”) made by Rose Waite of @hisuianhellion for Deliberd Day 2023!

• A Reshiram plush whose name is Tanali, after Talenel, Herald of Soldiers, received from Kittsu of @kittsu-and-company on Deliberd Day 2023!

• A handmade Green Squawkabilly plush named Shauka-Daughter-Shallahi, named after Shauka-Daughter-Hasweth, renowned Shin Logicmaster. Received from @plushanon on January 9, 2024.

• A Crocheted Espurr named Klaus Jr. from Champion Kieran of @not-gonna-lose!

• A Zygarde Pokeshi Doll named Tazia, after Talenel, Patron of Stonewards, carved by Idoli of @ghostlycombee!

• A Great Ball stress ball from the Johto League gift shop, from Maria of @lumenflowered!

• A Pikachu/Jigglypuff hybrid plushie named Jesadon, after Jezerezeh, Herald of Kings, coloured with the hex code ffe1e9, received from Hex Plush anon!

• A Carbink plush named Vedata, after Vedeledev, Herald of Medicine, received for Random Acts of Kindness Day!

• A Luxray plush named Shallahidi that is six inches tall and modeled after my full Luxray form, from @plushanon! (2-18-24)

• A little plush copy of me named Sealahi, (Aon Sea, “Chastity, Faithfulness”) that is six inches tall and based off of my hybrid form, from @plushanon! (2-29-24)

• A little plush of a Sopping Wet Litten named Chashara, after Chanaranach, Herald of the Common Man, received from an anon.

• A plush of Mors, for some reason. It’s very durable, apparently. (It’s since been ripped to shreds.)

• A six-foot-tall Shinx plush named Battani, from Randomly Generated Anon!

• Various forms of currency that I slightly collect on my travels.

• A well sealed jar of dried Skittynip.

• Two small wooden statues, one a Midday Lycanroc, and the other a Snowy Castform, from @sinnohs-eve.

• A sphere-cut gemstone containing a Cryptic (she/her) of some form. She doesn’t have a name yet.

• An hourglass-like device that works like a Slider bubble, from Mystic Anon: “For an hour of contained time, open and flip the hourglass within. Anyone within 3 meters of the orb joins you in time beyond time. When the hourglass empties, it resumes from when you left off as though nothing happened. It takes a week to recharge, and the sands will glow gold once more when ready."

• A roll of duct tape nabbed from Pebbin the Nabber!

• A Pink Plort(?) from a very Far Range, courtesy of Slime Rancher Anon!

• Two weighted blankets (~15lbs each) from Ren Amamiya @chaos-cousins!

• A rather battered copy of Root, a board game, courtesy of @the-craftsman-and-mover.

• An Abomasite from Acer of @yveltalreal!

• A set of strong chewlery from Hybrid Dynamics!

• A Luxray-ear headband, that I wouldn’t be averse to giving away!

• A small plush of Sword!

• The Handstime robotic exoskeleton, built by Quasar @rogue-nebula, that I use in order to have hands of my own.

• A Shinx plushie that Mx. Plush (@plush-anon) gave to me!! Her name is Tshikri!!!

• A bunch of shiny gemstones I convinced Mister Loopy to give me!! (Arséne Lupin III)

• Ten of each Tera Shard, kept in a secure, shielded box.

• A Luxray plush, whom I need to name, made by an alternate Dai.

• A pressurised tank filled with Catness!

• Shadow Blade:

Shadow Man's Special Weapon. It is a a large shuriken (throwing star) that shrinks into a holding device when not in use. The device can be worn as a gauntlet, or integrated into pre-existing armor. (From Dr. Wily’s World Domination Event.)

• TM W24 Shadow Blade:

Shadow Man's Special Weapon. The user throws a shuriken, dealing damage, which then returns to the user on the second turn, dealing damage to the target again. (From Dr. Wily’s World Domination Event.)

• A reverse-voodoo plush of Em.

• A hand-mirror that shows your Shadow or Persona!

FORMERLY OF RESEARCH TEAM BRIDGERUNNERS:

• A plush of myself named Shalon, roughly six inches tall, made and delivered by @plushanon. -Radiant Luxray.

• An itemcrafting kit, with a cauldron, emera dust, glass orbs and lenses, various kinds of sticks, some cloths, and everything else necessary for making basic equipment!

• A set of research tools, including a Connection Lens.

• Two “MILF HUNTER” shirts, one made for Luxray form, the other for hybrid form.

• A plush of myself named Thikir, about the same height, and made and delivered by the same person. -Cryptic Unown O.

• Two Team Bridgerunners badges and scarves.

• The Team Bridgerunners rallying flag. NOTE: No longer in possession; now being used by Scholarly Luxio of Research Team Moonlight.

SECTION END.

A variety of Seeds from the Thunder Continent, including:

• Warp Seeds.

• Joy Seeds.

• Reviver Seeds, both tiny and normal.

• Energy Seeds.

• Life Seeds.

• Stun Seeds.

• Heal Seeds.

• Eyedrop Seeds.

• Totter Seeds.

• Blast Seeds.

• A single Empowerment Seed.

• A device meant to play Journeysong albums from the Thunder Continent.

A variety of Journeysong albums, including:

• Rescue Team DX by Blastfire.

• Explorers of Time, Darkness, and Sky by Floor 98.

• Stormy, Blazing, and Shining Adventure Squad by Thundershock Cipher.

• Gates to Infinity by Tenacious Trepi-dation.

• Super Mystery Dungeon by Voidsnared.

Books, including:

• Various in-depth textbooks on Realmatic Theory and Investitural Mechanics from Silverlight.

• The Words Of Founding, all eighty-plus volumes in compact formats, from Scadarial.

• The entire pentalogy of The Belgariad, by David Eddings, from Quasar of @rogue-nebula during Discreet Deliberd 2023.

• A set of books on Iuncturology and Mysteriology from the Thunder Continent.

• A set of books on Thunder Continent cultures.

• A set of care guides for planting and growing the specialised Seeds from the Thunder Continent.

• A Comprehensive Guide to Items, by Acacia the Meganium of Team Seedlings, from the world of the Thunder Continent.

A set of influential volumes from Roshar, including:

• The Way of Kings, by Nohadon.

• Words of Radiance, author unknown.

• Oathbringer: My Glory, My Shame, by Dalinar Kholin.

• Rhythm of War, by Navani Kholin and Raboniel.

• Hessi’s Mythica.

Clothing of various sorts, including:

• An Alethi military jacket of Kholin colours that I have made my own with embroidery and pins. It belonged to a member of the Cobalt Guard who I had looked up to. There is a fabric glyphward sewn into the sleeve. Instead of a prayer, it reads: Zeradoreh. Helah. Abara. Kalak. “Stormlight binds (our) family eternally.” A reminder.

• A takama, an Alethi garment that is effectively the same thing as a kilt.

• A havah, a fancy dress, for special occasions.

• A Scadrian mistcoat.

• Various types of casual clothing from this world. Most are from the Castelia City Mall Shopping Spree, (12-7-2023).

• My glasses, gold-plated mixed-metal frames with flat lenses. I don’t necessarily need these anymore, but I like wearing them.

• A small amount of various sorts of jewellery, such as hair-combs, hair-pins, necklaces, brooches, bracelets, and rings. Garnet is a running theme in pieces with gemstones.

• Some minor articles of clothing like gloves and scarves, some for humans, some for Pokemon. Several of such items are from the Café et Couturière Violet.

• Various sorts of shoes, sandals, and boots. I particularly like wearing a pair of boots that I bartered off of a former scout-turned-bridgeman. I wonder if he’s still wearing the ones I gave him…

• Work uniforms issued by the Nimbasa City Rail Depot.

• Wayne’s Lucky Hat.

• A fancy hat from Hattie:

• A case of Seolish Soul Stamps of unknown properties.

Names I picked up:

• “Weaver of Light,” from Solaire the Ho-Oh.

• “Illusionist Trainer,” from Solaire the Ho-Oh.

• “Lost Lightweaver,” from Igor of the Velvet Pokemon Center.

• “Radiant Luxray,” from a certain Hoppip from the Thunder Continent.

• “Cryptic Unown O,” from a certain Piplup from the Thunder Continent.

Hello! Sorry about the roughness of my blog, I mostly just used this one for lurking before I ever thought to get in on anything.

I’m Shallahi, I’m… around… Nanish-er, that’s 20 years old, I think? (Years, months, days, and hours are different where I’m from.) I’m human, Thaylen/Alethi, but I have longer eyebrows than most half-Thayleni. (Yes, long eyebrows is a weird thing here. I tend to wear them over my ears, if that’s a good image to use as a metric.) I’m from Kharbranth, also known as the City of Bells. I’m a Knight Radiant (something like a “Champion” for a smaller, less powerful being. I’m of the Sixth Order, a Lightweaver), a Worldhopper (a “Faller” with more agency in where they go, basically), a collector of stories and knowledge and a lover of food and adventure!

I use she/her, and by your standards of gender, I would be transfeminine. (I transitioned by accidentally taking in an entire lamp’s worth of Stormlight, so no need to worry about HRT access, thank goodness. It’s such a shame that others can’t just breathe in magic and—poof! Be properly aligned to their Spiritual aspect.)

I may say words that don’t make sense to you, or don’t fit in the context you’d use them in, that’s just a consequence of the mixing of my own vocabulary and knowledge that I took with me here, me learning new words and assuming their meaning, and the Connection tricks I use to help learn new languages.

I said I was a Worldhopper earlier; don’t worry, while yes I might steal away to Scadarial or elsewhere for a bit, I’m making this world with weak storms, static grass, and colourful fluffy creatures my home. Like Shinovar but with more colour and less ksenophobia!

Now for you, Snowflake!

Mmmmm…

Ah! I am called “Snowflake” or “Snowy,” (She/Her) and I am a Patternspren or Crypticspren. A spren is… mmmm… a small fragment of a God. Not your gods, mind you. I am bonded to Shallahi, who you have already heard from. This world is strange to us. There is no Shadesmar, no Cognitive Realm that we could find. This means that I am just a Pattern on a dress or other form of clothing. I am dictating my words to Shallahi. Mmm… unfeminine. (SH: Don’t listen to that stupid old book, it’s full of lies.) I like lies. You know this. (SH: Then why let those lies dictate your life?) Mmm… I am called Snowflake because that is how my Pattern looks. This is everything I can think to say.

I’m also partnered with three Pokemon:

• Svirak-Daughter-None, a Squackabilly (She/Her).

• Zeradin, a Blitzle (They/He).

• Zan, a Dwebble (He/Him).

//No proshippers, no TERFs, no NSFW stuff. I don’t really want drama, I just want to have fun. Oh, yeah, also, POTENTIAL COSMERE SPOILERS!

[holybibly]

𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 | Seonghwa x reader

Pairing: Toxic idol Seonghwa x reader Summary: You promise yourself: This is the last time you let Seonghwa use you for his entertainment. But old habits are hard to break. Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, Idol!AU, Angst, Toxic relationship, fuck buddies. Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI Word count: 5.2k Warnings: Toxic dom!Seonghwa, sub!reader, destructive relationship, emotional dependence, humiliation, emotional manipulation, unprotected sex, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, face fucking, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral, overstimulation, manhandling, сreampie, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, spit kink and more.

net: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity @newworldnet

A|N: At some point I realised that the unholy hours were moving into the mini-ff format, and I think you bunnies will find it much more convenient to enjoy them in this form than just notes. This is really something new to me. I think my bunnies have been wanting to see something with angst for a long time, and now I'm here to fulfil your wishes.

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ Part I @tiny-apocalypse @captain-joongz @alicedawitchbish @woohwababes @wlv-asteria @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisprincesss @lavishloving @teagietots @spooo00oky @sousydive @hwapou @bunnliix @softwsan @mjyungi @fantasy2wonderland @noirsfantasy @cassies-cookies @renaholicss @luffypants @hyukssunflower @watermelon2319 @peachygiku @bunnyxoxodarling @stolasisyourparent @soranosnowbunny @certifiedmoa @sanglix @slvtiny @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @hecateslittlewitchling @xxawl @pastellbunno @starlletsblog @seonghwasstar @hwanring @vtyb23 @pearltinyy @minjaeum @chasevixx @bomi-ja @onedumbho3 @sanglix @cursedeastern @itza-meee @pinkies-things @atinism @mxnsxngie @nenefix-on @therealcuppicake @annafeebou @sharksandminhos @@lixies-pixieboy @@vampzity @0rangemilk @yellow-foxxing @claimmeyourprincess

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ Part II @unholywriters @hey-syia @hrts4nohee @vnessalau @mlink64 @tessakleine @fr34k4c1dr41n @313hwa @lilyuwon @tiziamattaga @un-knew @wiaxul @siyah-staryis @seonghwasbbgirl @mingisfavgf @bunnyluvr25 @roserperfume @lose-lose07 @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @lelaleleb @bubblebisk @silverlight-h @ chloe-elise-2000 @cookiesandcreammy @mxnsxngie @miyaluvvsyou

You deserve better; you know you do. You deserve someone special—someone who will treat you well and take care of you. You know you can find someone other than Park Seonghwa who doesn't deserve you, someone other than Seonghwa who doesn't care about you, Seonghwa who leaves after himself nothing but rot and destruction. 

Your relationship with Hwa is a corrosive, poisonous acid that eats away at your skin and your feelings until there's nothing left of you, but you're sure that's not enough for him either. 

This relationship is eating you alive, and yet you can't give it up. 

You go back to him again and again and let Seonghwa fuck you until you're unconscious, until you have scrapes, scratches, and bruises, until you have that infamous and overrated 'bad boys will get you to heaven' feeling. But the sweet euphoria of lust after rough animal sex on the edge of the tolerable always fades, leaving an emptiness and a ruination of bitter emotions after he kisses you lightly on the cheek and asks you to get the hell out of his dressing room so he can get ready for the concert.

You swear to yourself that this is the last time you'll let him wipe his feet on you, but Hwa waves his finger at you like the beckoning of an inexperienced, trusting kitten, and you're back on your knees in front of him with your mouth full of his big, thick cock. 

You're still wondering why Seonghwa chose you. Why did the gaze of his gorgeous, feline eyes fall on such an ordinary and unimpressive you?

Maybe this happened because Wooyoung was endlessly flirting with you, or because Yunho was paying you too much attention to you, complimenting you, and looking at you like a lovesick puppy with his big twinkling eyes. Or maybe he just did it because he wanted to, and you were never able to find an explanation for why he was doing it. 

But who were you to him? Just one in a million, and Seonghwa, well, Seonghwa was really something special. 

The gorgeous, handsome, talented, devilishly sexy lead singer of Ateez, known for his charisma and incredible stage presence, with crowds of people always at his feet, wanting to touch the divine even for a second, perfectly knowing that would kill them. Every time he performs, his name goes viral, and the number of fans who say they'd give anything to spend a night with him runs into the millions.

You weren't blind. You saw what the girls he brought with him backstage looked like—the girls who spent the nights in his hotel rooms, the ones he kissed and danced with, the ones he pressed against his hot, lithe body in the darkness of the nightclubs. And yet Seonghwa would always come back to you—not to them, but to you. Maybe that is why you keep coming back to him. Over and over and over again. 

This is Seonghwa, who makes you as special as he is.

He's the shining star, showering you with magical light, but night melts like his kisses, and the rising sun brings a sense of bitter reality. While Seonghwa continues to shine, you remain shadowed, waiting for the star to light your sky again.

It's a very dangerous thing to be so dependent on such a feeling. To be so dependent on a relationship like that and on a guy like Hwa. So you try to distance yourself from him, to create a distance where he can't get to you anymore. You try to avoid him, you pay more attention to the gentle and kind Yunho, and you spend more time with your friends. You feel brave when you shamelessly flirt with Woo, and in general, you try to convince yourself that you don't want to be with Seonghwa any more. You have no desire to have a sense of 'heaven' anymore. Nevertheless, you keep checking your messages, hoping to see what he's been texting you, and waiting to hear that sultry, hoarse "come to me, baby" again as Seonghwa tries to screw you before the concert. 

You're going crazy for him. For a man who was never really yours to begin with. It's stupid, all these feelings, all this possessiveness and childish jealousy, all this pettiness and anger that he's showing you, especially when you think that he doesn't care about you at all. But Seonghwa doesn't like to share; even if he doesn't want you to belong to him, he still does it because he can. You can flirt with Wooyoung all you want; you can blush at Yunho's compliments, but he'll be the one who shoves his cock down your throat; he'll be the one whose touch makes you cum.

Another night, another bar, another group of friends—then you hear the familiar ring of your mobile phone. Seonghwa. You're not surprised at all; Ateez is performing tonight, and he's obviously stressed. You know that Hwa has been acting like a bitch and that he is driving all the people around him crazy. He needs to fuck; he needs to fuck all the anger and tension out of him; otherwise, he won't be able to pull himself together. 

You've promised yourself that you won't be his puppet to relieve stress any more. So you turn down the screen of your mobile phone and go back to having a chat with your friends, but your phone still rings. Again. Once more. And once again. And then Seonghwa stops calling. Your phone goes silent, and the silence seems to swallow up the whole bar to plunge you into an icy, dark depth. You have the feeling that something inside you is on the verge of breaking. 

Your body moves almost automatically, you apologise to your friends, get into a taxi, and try to get to the venue of the show as quickly as you can. As you sit in the dark interior of the taxi as it speeds along the night road, you think about how Seonghwa is too bad for you—poisonous and bitter, like a forbidden lethal drug that poisons your blood—bad blood—a bad habit that you can't get rid of. 

But still, the thought that Seonghwa doesn't want you any more is driving your mind into a frenzy. You just can't bear it if he doesn't ever kiss you again. 

And for the umpteenth time, you swallow your pride and self-respect and choose Seonghwa instead, if even though you know damn well he doesn't want you as much as you want him. 

Before you open the door to Seonghwa's dressing room, you catch a sympathetic glance from Yeosang, and it makes you feel so disgusted, even though you know he's not ashamed or judging you. But you still feel like a dirty whore, running to Hwa at the snap of his fingers, even though you know exactly how Yunho feels to you. And something in the depths of Yeosang's hazel fox eyes almost makes you want to turn around and get the hell out of here. But instead you turn the metal handle and step into Seonghwa's personal dressing room.

As soon as you're inside, Seonghwa is smiling at you with a smug and victorious smile, stretched out on the couch with his long legs stretched out. He's gorgeous, as he always is, but there's something about the way his entire body is wrapped in black leather, chains, and straps that almost makes your knees weaken and your mouth fill with drool. 

"Here's my baby girl. Seonghwa pulls himself up from the couch and approaches you slowly, like a large, graceful cat. All his movements are refined and calculated, as if one wrong move could scare you away. "I knew you would come; my doll always comes back to me. Doesn't she? But I must say you had me worried today, baby, and I don't like that at all." He purred velvety and pulled you to him for a deep, dirty, but too short for your liking, kiss before pushing you roughly against the closed door. "My little pet must never forget who her master is. To remind you, I'm going to fuck you harder than usual tonight, doll."

You just nod and let him do what he wants. Seonghwa laughs grimly and presses his whole body against you, and you can clearly feel his hard-on as he presses his hips into you even harder. 

"We're going to have a lot of fun tonight, baby. And we'll take it slow; I'm going to fuck you so good, doll, that you'll feel my cock in your little cunt for days." Hwa whispers sultrily and hoarsely into your ear before he pulls away from you and starts to unbuckle his trousers. With his long, graceful fingers, he skillfully pulls the leather strap out of his trousers and wraps it around your neck like an improvised leash. 

There it is again; he loves to humiliate you so much to show you your true "place,"  but still you happily fall to your knees to please him.

You raise your wet, puppy eyes to him and look up at Seonghwa through your fluffy eyelashes before you begin to pull his impossibly tight leather pants down from his thighs. Of course Seonghwa has no underwear on; he's always ready to fuck, and somehow you're not surprised at all. 

Everything about him is awesome, even his cock, so damn ideal, so perfectly long and thick with those deliciously swollen veins and reddened, wet with pre-sperm head;

You curl your palm around the base of his cock and run your tongue along the wet, velvety length, sucking in bitter drops of pre-cum.

Seonghwa purrs contentedly, rolling his eyes in pleasure and tossing his head back as you run your tongue along the thick, swollen head of his cock.

"Fuck, yes, like that's." You practically stop breathing for a second, admiring the way his chest rises and falls with his heavy, slow breathing, and the beads of sweat run down the length of his seductive neck; you want to lick them off with your tongue. 

You hum softly somewhere in the back of your throat, sparks of excitement running down your spine and your stomach clenching at the soft purring of his voice and the rough pressure of the leather strap around your neck.

Hwa growls, harder tightening the belt and cutting off your oxygen supply almost completely as you insert the tip of your tongue into his oozing slit, licking and circling around the spongy crown.

"I always knew you were the ultimate filthy slut. And when it comes to sucking me off, you always live up to my expectations." Seonghwa spoke, his voice slightly choked and broken. 'Now are you ready to be a good girl and swallow my cock all the way down?" He pulled harder on your belt, bringing you closer to him, and you immediately relaxed your jaw, opening your mouth obediently for Seonghwa's dick. "Careful with your teeth, bunny." That was the only warning you heard from him.

You know exactly what's going to happen next, so you relax your throat completely and take a deep breath through your nose, allowing Seonghwa to slide his cock into your mouth unhindered. The slide is smooth and familiar due to the copious amounts of pre-cum and drool that coat its silky length, and your lips stretch out prettyly around the thick, hot cock so that you can take in its entire girth in your mouth. 

Seonghwa hisses like a cat as your teeth lightly scrape the sides of his sensitive cock as he penetrate deeper and deeper. The pain is deep in the muscles of your neck, and you can feel small jolts of discomfort on the sides of your tight jaw as the wet, swollen head of his cock rests against the back of your throat. His thick, heavy cock rests all the way on your tongue before you swallow, which allows Seonghwa to penetrate even deeper into your throat.

"Oh fuck, that is so hot. I can see the bulge of my dick on your neck,  baby." Hwa moans lewdly, and what he says turns you on more than you'd like to admit. 

Your pussy clenches, sweat begins to collect under your knees, and your thighs tremble with the need to move to find some friction that will ease the growing pain between your legs. You can almost feel how your clit is tingling with excitement. You let out a helpless whimper—a hoarse, muffled sound as your tongue flicks along the underside of his shaft. 

"So cutie." Seonghwa chuckles wickedly and finally begins fucking you in his mouth. He still holds your improvised leash tightly and has complete control over your breathing. The pace of his thrusts gradually increases, getting faster and sharper until he begins to thrust roughly into your throat, pulling you as close to him as he can with the leash until your pretty face is actually pressed against his flat, embossed belly. 

The smell of his skin is spicy, with a sweet hint of vanilla. The heavy musk of his perfume is earthy and intoxicating. The bitter saltiness of his pre-cum, his hot, velvety cock throbbing in time to his thunderous heartbeat as you reflexively gulp around him—it is enough to make you tremble with desperation, with the desire to feel him cum down your throat, to feel the taste of his pleasure. And it is this sweet yet pernicious desire that drives you to continue to pleasure him, even in the face of all the shame you feel about it. 

You struggle to keep eye contact with him, dabbing away the tears as he stares down at you with all his majesty, like some ancient pagan deity who brings nothing but torment and destruction. Your drool drips from your mouth onto the cold dressing room floor, running down his balls and bubbling at the corners of your lips. The sight is disgusting, but it only seems to turn Seonghwa on more, and through the squelching, wet sounds, you can hear him moaning hoarsely, "Take it, baby," between heavy sighs and wheezes, and you're more than happy to oblige. 

Your head becomes light and starts to spin from the sudden loss of oxygen as he suddenly tightens the leash. You are catastrophically short of air, the walls of your throat spasm as they flutter around his cock, and tiny darck spots appear in your eyes. 

It seems like an eternity before Seonghwa is completely out of your mouth, long strands of saliva mixed with his pre-cum stretching from his thick, swollen head to your lips. Through your tears, you can even see the slight sheen of your pink lipstick covering the velvety length like icing on the birthday cake.

You gulp for air, desperately trying to fill your lungs with oxygen, but he doesn't give you enough time to breathe, shoving his cock back into your mouth almost immediately, the movement rough and fast, the head almost hitting the back of your throat. 

"Fuck, baby!" Seonghwa curses, his voice dropping a couple of octaves to become rough and sultry, and you can even detect a slight hint of satoori in the pornographic tone of his voice. 

His body trembles slightly with tension as he feels the narrow, slippery walls of your throat tighten around him once more, like a silk vise, milking out all that you are able to take out of him. Mentally preparing yourself for when he starts to move again, you concentrate on breathing through your nose and letting Seonghwa warm his cock deep in your throat. 

"Feels so damn good, doll. I always knew that that pretty mouth of yours was made for sucking on my cock'. You swallow weakly, letting his cock slide deeper into your throat, letting Seonghwa know you're ready for him to start moving again as the animal panic inside you subsides, leaving a tingling sensation of pleasure in your limbs and a throbbing cunt. 

And then Hwa begins to fuck you down your throat with all his strength and passion, entering you sharply and roughly, his balls slapping against your wet chin with every thrust. He mercilessly uses your throat as a toy, dragging his thick, veiny length between the slippery, narrow walls of your throat until, at one point, the head of his cock slips into your gullet, causing you both to gasp for breath. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck baby, you're driving me crazy...' Hwa growls, tightening the leash. "My favourite slut, you love sucking my cock more than anything, don't you?" Seonghwa's gaze was so hot as he watched his cock bulging out from your throat. He couldn't take his eyes off your stretched neck. You looked so damn beautiful when you were being used. "Such an obedient girl for me, my sugar doll." His praise sends a liquid fire pulsing through your veins, and the lust burns through your insides until you feel a hot throbbing in your clit. Your slime seeps through your panties and you feel so full and so empty at the same time. You try to shake your head to the beat of Seonghwa's relentless, fast thrusts and cling to his hips with your fingers to pull him deeper into your face, faster, harder. You want to feel his cum rushing down your throat.

And all this effort just to hear more of that sweet poison pouring out of his lips like ambrosia. Seonghwa is poisoning you, you know it, but you're too deep in his web to be able to give him up. 

He needs a few more thrusts before he decides to come out of your mouth in its entirety. All of a sudden, Seonghwa is crouching down in front of you, holding your face in his palms and running his thumbs over your hot, flushed cheeks, smearing more drool and mascara all over your face. 

"You're always so good to me, doll. So obedient, so lovely, the best girl I've ever fucked in my life." His words leave scars on your skin that you're sure everyone can see. Sharp, bleeding marks to cement his claim on you. So that even when he no longer needs you, you'll always remember that you belong to him. "Only mine..." Seonghwa snarls, his sweat-soaked forehead resting against yours, a beautiful, almost demonic grin spreading across his swollen lips. 

You watch in fascination as he licks his fucking, sensual lips, leaving them glistening with his saliva. His big hand runs through your hair and down the back of your neck, until it is squeezing the back of your neck in a painful grip that makes you feel dizzy. 

"Open...' He whispers to you, and you comply. Your mouth opens obediently, soft tongue protruding, waiting for the warm, thick glob of his saliva to land on your slippery appendage. 

Seonghwa is almost shaking, moaning softly as he sees it melt against your pink muscle, his cock twitching between his thighs. You don't even have time to close your mouth as he greedily licks your chin, collecting all the drool and his own pre-cum before he pushes his tongue into your mouth and kisses you wet and dirty. He only stops for a moment to spit into your mouth again and seal your lips with his own in another lewd kiss. 

You whimper into his lips and look up at him from under your wet lashes to meet his famous siren's gaze. His eyes are practically black, the dilated pupils having completely engulfed the gleaming chocolate irises like a demonic veil.

"That's my good girl," Seonghwa breathes out and slides his saliva-slicked lips over yours.

His other hand slips between your thighs, and you squirm as you feel his fingers slide along the wet edge of your panties. He runs his fingers along the silky folds of your cunt, teasing and savouring the viscous moisture of your arousal that coats his knuckles with a transparent glaze. 

"I'll fuck you now, baby." His voice—a low murmur, vibrating in his chest and penetrating your pussy, making it clench around nothing. 

You let out a faint hum of agreement, ignoring the meaning of his words and instead rocking your hips to try and get more of the delicious friction of his fingers on your wet pussy. 

You were desperate to feel those long, ringed fingers stretch your tight hole in as pleasurable a way as possible. Seonghwa seldom fucked you with his fingers, preferring to shove his thick cock into you straight away, but when he was in the mood, you squirted for him endlessly. He loved to see you writhing and moaning as the clear streams of fluid poured out of your cunt like a waterfall. Sometimes he would even be able to lick you afterwards, lapping up all of your juices as if he were dying of thirst and only your cunt could satisfy him.

The time you come back to reality is when Seonghwa suddenly gets up on his feet and pulls you up behind him. Immediately, he turns your back to him and presses your body against the coarse wall. Seonghwa presses himself against you with his whole body, his hot, heavy cock touching your naked buttocks, and you hope that he won't fuck you in the ass this evening. The memories of last time are still too vivid in your mind, and let's say it wasn't the most pleasant experience for you. Your hopes are fulfilled when you hear the sound of the lace being torn before his two fingers enter you at the base. Acceptance isn't difficult at all, and apart from the fact that you're so damn wet right now, it's almost routine for you, considering how often Hwa fucks you. 

"You always are so wet for me, doll. You can't wait to get my cock in you, can you?" Seonghwa whispers in your ear as he runs his fingers over the silky walls of your pussy and makes you see the stars. The cold metal of his rings cools down your inner heat a little and gives you some relief, even if it is only fleeting. "Beg for it, doll. Beg for my cock or you're not going to get any." 

"Please, Hwa, I want your cock so badly. Please fuck me, please take me like the slut that I am. Use me like a toy." You whimper as you squeeze his fingers into your pussy and arch your back against him. Your cheek rubs uncomfortably against the rough wall of the dressing room, but you don't care, you need Hwa to fuck you. You want to go to that goddamn heaven, even if you have to go straight to hell afterwards. 

"Whatever my doll's wishes are." Seonghwa suddenly pulls his fingers out of you with a loud, crunching sound and immediately replaces them with his cock. He enters you with a one sharp thrust until his balls are pressed against the soft underside of your buttocks. Seonghwa spends a few moments savouring the sensation of your hot walls enveloping his cock, pulsing and contracting around its massive girth before he begins to move. 

The first thrust of his hips was enough for you to make your legs go weak at the knees. God, once again you're convinced: Seonghwa knows exactly how to use those hips. Smoothly rolling over and over again, getting harder and harder until it becomes a steady, rough but deep rhythm. You let out a soft, panting moan with each hard thrust, your eyes rolling with pleasure and your legs shaking as you fight to hold your position and keep from falling to the floor. You feel Seonghwa everywhere - in your pussy, in your thoughts, in your heart, and the way he presses his body against yours. One hand grips your thigh, digging his fingers into the soft flesh until bruises start blacken on the skin, the other next to your head against the wall, almost cutting you off from the world. You're completely surrounded by Seonghwa, trapped in the cage of his body, and if you could, you would like to stay here forever. 

"You're such a dirty little girl. What do you think Yunho would think of you if he could see you now? Would he still be in love with you like a puppy, if he saw how I made you my toy by fucking you on my cock like a fool?" As he whispered this to you, Seonghwa pressed his chest against your back, his hot breath touching the sensitive skin of your neck. 

'I, I don't know, Hwa...' You mumble incoherently, completely lost in pleasure and feeis of Seonghwa, he could call you the most insulting names in the world right now and you wouldn't care. 

He doesn't say anything else, but instead he starts to leave wet, purple hickeys on your neck, which penetrate deeper and deeper into your soft body. Everyone can probably hear exactly what the two of you are doing - the sounds of sex are always recognisable - wet, dirty and fucking loud. And to top it all off, Seonghwa liked to show off, he wanted everyone to know how well he was fucking you. 

You start to feel the knot of pleasure inside of you getting tighter and tighter, letting you know that your orgasm is just around the corner. Which you immediately tell Hwa about.

"God, Seonghwa, I'm going to cum". You are whimpering.

"Do it doll, cum on my cock like a good girl". He growls, jerking your hips with such force that your back arched in pain. The change in position has forced his cock into you at a new angle, the thick head hitting a super sensitive cluster of nerves each time, sending you to heaven with each sharp moves of his hips. 

Your orgasm hits you with such a force that you can almost taste it on your tongue. Your whole body begins to tremble. Overwhelming hot pleasure flows through your veins like boiling lava as the shroud of euphoria overtakes you and you feel yourself beginning to lose touch with reality. But Seonghwa continued to move, ignoring your whimpering and plaintive squeals.

"What a good girl you are." He praises you and leans down to kiss the curve of your neck, it's position that allows him to increase the amplitude of his thrusts as he fucks you deep and hard. Seonghwa really knew how to fuck you into unconsciousness, how to fuck you so well that you wouldn't be able to think of anyone else. 

"You like being a little slut for me? Don't you? You are just a toy for me to use for my own pleasure. Always so ready." With these last words, his thrusts became sharper and more aggressive than they had been before. "I'll just use you as a cocksleeve because that's all you are. My beautiful slut that I can use however and wherever I want.". 

You could feel how the overstimulation was hitting you; it was almost burning you from the inside out, mixing the pleasure and the pain into a searing, intoxicating cocktail. But if Seonghwa had any intention of taking advantage of you, you were at his disposal without any objections. Hwa pressed his chest against the back of yours once more, his soft lips touching your neck as he did so. 

"God, I'm going to fill you up, damn it. You'll take all my cum, and everyone will know you're mine." He growls and bites down hard on your neck. You sob and feel his hot, viscous cum filling you as you writhe weakly in his arms. 

"Seonghwa, I feel so fucking good with you." You groan; turn over your shoulder to look at Seonghwa.

Fuck, he looks like he is completely fucked. Hwa's face is almost glowing from the experience of his orgasm, and he's giving you the most unbelievably demonic look he's capable of. You want to say so much to him; you want to beg him to never leave you alone, but instead you swallow your feelings and turn your back on him.

It takes a few moments for him to recover before he is able to come out of your pussy completely. Hwa watches in awe as his cum begins to drip from your distended cunt, your hole still clenching around nothing and spurting out the viscous milky liquid. He scoops up his cum with his fingers and smears it all over your swollen labia before shoving it back into the hole he just used. 

When you start to whimper and wriggle, he finally stops playing with his cum and calmly walks away from you to his makeup table to check on his mobile phone how much time is left before the show starts, while you fall to the floor in exhaustion. 

The sweet euphoria of pleasure, mixed with the adrenaline, gradually gives way to a cold emptiness and bitter disappointment. You feel so used by him. 

"Shit, I need to get ready. Can you leave now, baby?" Seonghwa says as she starts to fix his hair and looks at his reflection in the mirror. 

'You know, Hwa...' You start to say, but you stop yourself when he turns around in your direction and looks at you with big, shining eyes that seem to have the sparkle of a million stars gathered in them. He has a relaxed look about him, so calm and collected, so different from the Seonghwa you saw an hour ago. 

"What is this, a doll?' He asks, tilting his head to the side like a curious kitten. 

'Nothing at all; I wish you had a good show.' You say as you get up on your wobbly legs, straighten your clothes, and then walk out of his dressing room, shutting the door behind you with a tight flick. You barely manage to hold back the tears as you push your way through the staff and other idols laughing and chatting as they wait for the show to start. Somewhere in the crowd, you notice the tall figure of Mingi arguing with Wooyoung, and you duck your head to avoid being seen by them. 

You reach the rescue door with the bright red 'Exit' sign, and finally you allow yourself to give free rein to your emotions.

You swear to yourself: This is the last time you'll do this. You swear that you'll never let Seonghwa take advantage of you again. 

It's too bad though that old habits die hard. 

[mypantsflewoff]

does anyone know why the newest xkit extension doesn’t support firefox 49?

keep getting the popup to update and i’m all I’M TRYING MAN.

[raskies456]

one of the depts at my workplace wants me to use a web program that requires installing a plugin that is so unsupported I would have to download a browser version so outdated I’d need to cut my internet to prevent it from updating

lmao no

[miserichild]

The music slowly wilted away, overtaken by the crash and cede of Adrestia's waves. High tide meant that the saltwater lapped close to the path, the foamy spume scrubbing against her pretty leather shoes. But Veyle continued to trudge further and further away from the festivities. After a few hours of being with strangers, she yearned for something quieter (and admittedly had a few too many exhausting conversations).  She had heard rumors of some hidden grotto that piqued her interest. She felt she was getting close—a large cliffside revealed itself. Vaguely, it reminded her of Brodia's harsh mountainscape, and how the rocks there had been similarly shaped. She liked it.

She followed the cut of its crags and found an opening within the stone. The entrance to the grotto was dimly lit—really, its only light came from the moon above, which stood so far high in the sky that its silverlight was a little tarnished. Still, Veyle did not mind. She was quite used to dimness, and in truth, enjoyed it on occasion. Besides, it meant that tonight she could see the stars—and how she loved to look! Her gaze turned upwards, and a small smile tugged at her lips. From here, she could see her mother: she could see Marni. Maybe she could even see herself.

The view was not what she had come for, though, beautiful as it was. Placing a hand on the mouth of the cave, Veyle cautiously entered the grotto—and gasped at what she saw. 

Dozens, maybe even hundreds of stalactites hung down like chandeliers. With the little moonlight that entered the cavern, the residual moisture on its surface gleamed softly, which made them look like giant crystals. Droplets fell from their tips and plunked into the water below in gentle off-beats. Veyle wanted to see more. She pressed herself against the wall and ventured deeper.

The water continued to stretch within the cave, eventually filling the entire area with its surface. Veyle stood at the edge and stared down into the dark blue. She found a murky image reflected back at her—though its features did not seem to mirror her own. It was vaguely yellow and pink… and had blue eyes? Veyle blinked, wondering if it was some trick of the light—or lack thereof.

Suddenly, a sound. A piece of a stalactite crumbled off and fell onto the ground. Veyle flinched at the sudden interruption, and turned to see what might have caused it. She could not see anything, however, and so faintly called out into the dimness.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Sorry, it's a bit dark… I can't see you."

@machiot

how high the moon

꒰ა [ #TOABall2025 — veyle & marni ] ໒꒱

[blackjackkent]

Ask meme prompt fill for @eluvisen from this ask meme: even more popular text posts ask meme Karlach/Hector: "life really isn’t what i expected it to be. less quicksand. almost no quicksand to be honest. lots of metaphorical quicksand tho."

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“So, dear reader, I found myself stranded not upon the shores of distant planes but instead upon a desert of Toril itself.” Hector reads aloud from the battered pulp novel with a gravitas better suited to the historical records he was known to study at Silverlight. The Tenebrux Morrow novels are, of course, tripe - but charmingly earnest tripe, and more to the point, tripe for which Karlach has a taste.

He first started reading aloud to the camp as far back as the Underdark, when it became clear that Karlach couldn't lay hands on a book herself without setting it aflame. She claimed she didn't care - “haven't read a book since I was a kid,” she'd say dismissively, casually evading the obvious addendum that it was because she'd been trapped in the Hells that whole time. But he'd guessed - even back then before he knew her, before he knew that he loved her - that she might have more of a taste for a good story than she let on. 

And so it had proved. Astarion had scoffed and Lae'zel rolled her eyes the first time Hector began, without preamble, to read out from books they'd found. But the others listened with growing interest, night by night - perhaps grateful for the distraction of entertainment to fill the dull hours between their meager camp dinner and bed. 

It's been a fairly motley assortment of literature, to be sure. Sometimes history tomes and academic texts, which only really interest Gale and Hector, and once, memorably, a romance novel unearthed by Shadowheart (that one made Hector's ears burn to read aloud, much to Shadowheart and Wyll's amusement).

But by far the biggest hit has been the adventure stories they've occasionally found; these sometimes draw even Astarion and Lae'zel to the fire to listen, and elicit a rapt attentiveness from Karlach that makes Hector feel warm all over. 

Tonight's installment is another volume of Morrow's tales. Usually they center around plane-hopping adventures, but this particular volume finds the redoubtable (or perhaps simply doubtable) captain marooned in the deserts of Calimshan, awaiting rescue from her shipmates.

“My only hope,” he continues to read, “was the scent of water upon the air, which heralded the possibility of a nearby oasis. Had I been in less desperate need, perhaps I might have noticed that the water lay not ahead but beneath, for the sand grew soft beneath my boots, and softer still, until its true treachery became known.” He lets his eyes go very wide and drops his voice into as dramatic a growl as he can muster. “A field of quicksand stretched around me, its subtle fingers reaching up to snare me down into its depths.”

Karlach snickers. “Ah, Hells, quicksand again? Didn't she run into that in the Feywild too?” She's curled up at Hector's side with her head resting comfortably on his hip; her tail gives an occasional lazy flick in the firelight. “I remember Dad reading me this sort of stuff when I was a kid, too. Always lots of quicksand.”

“And why not?” Wyll says cheerfully. “It's dramatic!” 

Shadowheart nods agreement. “Yes. Lends itself to a good tale of daring escape.”

Karlach grins, shifting her head a little so one of her horns is better braced against Hector's thigh. “I'm just saying - we've had a whole lot of adventures by now, and I haven't seen a single quicksand, not one. Have you, Soldier?” She squints up at Hector intently. 

He turns a page in the book with a soft laugh. “Literal or metaphorical?” 

“Well, literal, I guess.”

“Not a one.” He chuckles. “Metaphorically, though, the quagmires around us seem more numerous every day.”

Karlach ticks them off on her fingers. “The Absolute, the Chosen… that bloody brain. Yep, getting weirder all the time.”

He lifts his eyebrows, his lips twitching. “Not to mention the greatest quicksand of all… the tiefling temptress I've encountered, distracting me from my scholarly pursuits, ensnaring me with her wiles, sucking me in…”

Karlach smirks. “Hmm. Sucking, you say? Tell me more.”

“Please don't,” Shadowheart groans. “We're only a few days now from a city full of inns, and I for one can't wait for you two to get your own room.”

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Dear Uncle

pairing: Fanon!Halaena Targaryen x Male OC

summary: Rhaegal Targaryen has finally returned from his long trip of flying around the world on his dragon, Helfyre.

Word count: 2,4K

Warnings: Fluff, falling in love, incest, the word Whore was used several times, mention of alcohol

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Rhaegal grinned at the sight of king's landing finally coming to view. He stirred Vyraxes towards the dragonpit where guards were waiting for him with a horse. He knew that his brother's health has been very fragile and he has been sick for many years now, according to Daemon.

The horse ride did not take long since Rhaegal was eager to see his family, he was merelt thirteen when he left on his journey of travels and seeing adventure and now he was a man grown. Viserys and his wife were standing by the gates awaiting his arrivel.

"Brother" Viserys smiled as much as he could with his mask on. Rhaegal's heart broke at the sight of his mighty king brother.

"Your grace" Rhaegal bowed to his brother. Viserys waved him off and pulled him in for a hug. Rhaegal's eyes wandered behind Viserys noticing his nieces and nephews along with Daemon and their children.

"You have been missed dearly, brother" Viserys pulled away and looked over his brother. Rhaegal has long hair reaching just below his shoulders and it was identical to Daemon's hair. However Rhaegal's eyes mismatched just like their mother's eyes, one amethyst and the other blue. He was tall and lean from training and he had his sword, Silverlight, was on his belt.

"I have missed you as well brother, I see your children are not little anymore" Rhaegal moved his gaze to the three silver haired children behind Viserys, three boys and one girl.

"Do not dare skip me, brother" Daemon teased stepping forward. Rhaegal's smile became brighter at the sight of his favorite brother.

"I would not dare" Rhaegal pulled Daemon in for a hug as they laughed with one another. Rhaenyra noticed Alicent fuming expression at being ignored by the new prince and smirked.

"Are you not going to greet your uncle?" Rhaegal turned to the four children. He called them halfbreed being half Hightower and not pure Targaryen. The ahort haired prince stepped over first with a smug smirk on his face.

"Aegon I assume" Rhaegal smirked right back at him. Aegon nodded his head and pulled his uncle in for a hug, he had been very young when Rhaegal had left and had no memory of his uncle, not even a shadow of one.

"I am shocked you left your cups, dear nephew" Rhaegal whispered in Aegon's ear. The latter pulled away with a glare and moved back to stand in line. Then stepped the one eyed prince who had an emotionless face, Rhaegal sympythised with the prince who got no justice in place of his eye.

"Uncle" Aemond mere nodded and moved back in line, not one for physical touch Rhaegal noticed. Daeron stepped over next still a very young boy and bowed his head at his uncle.

"You have grown boy" Rhaegal patted the young man on his shoulder. His gaze finally fell on his second niece who was staring at himshyky almost. She stepped over and gave him a small smile, she barely remembered him unlike Aegon she cherished memories from her youth.

"Welcome back uncle" Rhaenyra broke the staring contest and pulled Rhaegal in for a hug. He patted her back but resumed staring at Halaena who was looking at her hands shyly.

"I believe Rhaegal is tired and in need of some rest" Viserys broke the awkward silence. He ignored the glare his wife was giving him for not addressing the fact that Rhaegal did not acknowledge her presence.

"I fear I have forgotten my way around here, may I borrow Halaena to show me the way?" Rhaegal kept on an innocent facade on which decieved even Daemon. Halaena's head snapped up at the mention of her name and eyed her father awaitinghis answer. Viserys nodded too tired at this point to argue.

Rhaegal held out his arm for his niece to take. They walked in silence for a second until they were a good distance away from the rest of the family. Rhaegal reached into his pocket and pulled out a small book, it was as big as his palm and no more.

"Here" Rhaegal held it out to his niece, of course he had presents for everyone in the family. Halaena's eyes widened noticing he was trying to hand her something.

"What is that, Kepus?" Halaena asked. She took the book in her fre hand and looked up at him. Rhaegal remembered Halaena as a baby but now she was a woman grown and his heart hammered in his chest whenever he tookn a glance her way so he decided to keep his gaze on the way they were walking in.

"A book of all the bugs and insects in Dorne, I know there are no books pf them here" Rhaegal answered. Halaean removed her hand from his elbow and scrambled to open the book curiously. Her steps did not stop as she looked at the first page which was about some type of beetle.

"Thank you a lot, Kepus, I will read it with you in mind" Halaena looked back up at him with a genuine smile on her pretty face. They came to a stop in front of a door, he remembered as his own room.

"Is that all I get?" Rhaegal smirked down at her. Halaena blushed and looked at the wall behind him. A couple of seconds passed in complete silence and Rhaegal was about to open the door and just walk in accepting that Halaena did not find his joke funny but she surprised him when she stretched on the tip of her toes and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Kepus" She whispered. She turned around and hurried down the corridor leaving him frozen beside his bedchambers. Rhagael touched the place her lips touched earlier before stepping into his room.

"Your bath is ready, my prince" A handmaiden was already there preparing his bath. He did not answer and opted to concentrate on removing his belt which held Silverlight. He placed them on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

"Do you need anything, my prince" The handmaiden asked turning to face him. He shook his head which she took as a signal to leave him alone. Rhagael removed his tunic and followed by his linen and pants.

He let out a small sigh as he sunk down in the tub and leaned back enjoying the smell of the oils the handmaiden had placed in the water. He loved Helfyre but he grew bored of the smell of dragons and wet air from the rain they encountered on the way here.

Rhaegal fastened the last button on his black tunic when a knock on the door broke his cocintration. He called "Come in" As he fastened his belt around his waist securing Silverlight. He turned to see who walked in and froze at the sight of Halaena in her beautiful blue gown, it had some embroidery on it that matched the color of her hair that was tied back in a beautiful style.

"Kepus, I firgured since you do not remember the way to your bedchambers then you must have forgotten the way to the ballroom" Halaena spoke shyly. Rhaegall noticed her fidgeting with her fingers in front of her. He smiled and stepped over to her.

"You are right my dear niece, I seem to have mixed maps of the many palaces I have been to in my head" Rhaegal held out his arm again for her. She smiled shyly and linked their arms together and lead the way out of his room followed by their guards.

"I must admit Halaena, you look quit beautiful in this dress" Rhaegal whispered so their guards cannot hear. Halaena looked down at her dress with a blush on her cheeks.

"Thank you Kepus, you look handsome as well" Halaena responded. Even from a distance Rhaegal could see some of the guests arriving to the feast his brother orginized in his honor.

"Forgive me for interfering Kepus, but where is your lady wife? Has she not ucompinied you here?" Halaena looked up at him with a curious gaze. She always questioned her mother about him but never recieved an explination or any type of answer.

"I am unwed niece, my betrothed passed before our wedding and I remained unwed since then" Rhaegal answered. He was once betrothed to a beautiful girl from the house Arryn, a cousin of Aemma's, but she passed very young from a fever and Viserys left him be when he left on his travels after that. He did not love but he held some respect for her, they were two children back then.

"I apoligize, I should not have asked" Halaena gasped horified. Her free hand slapped up and over her mouth as if she wanted to block the words from coming out but it was too late.

"It is alright Halaena, it has been many years" Rhaegal chuckled. He patted her hand over his elbow to comfort her. She removed her hand from her mouth and nodded slightly. They were announced before stepping into the room.

Even from the doors he could see the furious look on Alicent's face as she sat beside Viserys on the head table. He stirred Halaena over to the table and bowed before his brother.

"Thank you, your grace for going through all this trouble for me" Rhaegal yet again ignored Alicent. Halaena removed her hand from his elbow when she noticed her mother's glare move to here.

"It was the Queen who orginized everything" Otto Hightower said. Rhaegal turned to him with a discrete glare on his face. He wanted to punch him in the face for speaking during a conversation Rhaegal was having with his brother.

“Thank you your grace, I am sure you spared no expense even your own health” Rhaegal sent Alicent a fake smile. She grinned proudly at finally being recognized and addressed by the prince.

“My dear husband missed his brother and I knew he would want a huge feast to welcome you back, my prince” Alicent replied. Rhaegal moved to take his seat beside Viserys with Daemon on his other side.

“Dorne did you good brother” Daemon joked eyeing Rhaegal’s tanned skin. He has been touring everywhere not wanting to miss any beauty in this world and ended up with sunburns several times.

“I went crazy from the amount of sun there” Rhaegal replied taking a sip of his wine. Daemon chuckled shaking his head and turned to look at Viserys on Rhaegal’s other side.

“Look what those Highcunts did to him” Daemon whispered. Rhaegal sighed sadly as he watched his brother use one hand to drink his wine. Rhaegal wished he could find some cure to help Viserys but his sickness was unknown.

“What can be done?” Rhaegal shrugged. He wanted noting but to jump over the table and punch Otto Hightower. He downed the rest of his wine and slammed his cup down on the table.

“Go find some maiden brother and unwind” Daemon joked. Rhaegal would never do that, to be honest he never felt any kind of pull towards women much, yes he had some whores here and there but not even close to Daemon.

“I am alright and in no need of unwinding” Rhaegal replied. Daemon let it go and turned back to Rhaenyra, his wife. Rhaegal always wondered if he would ever marry a relative like his family’s traditions. However when he became betrothed at nine name days he let that thought float away. But after seeing Halaena he did not mind thinking that way again.

Rhaegal stood up from his seat and descended down to mingle among the people attending the feast in his honor. Many lords and ladies through themselves on him for different reasons, the lords wanted favors while the ladies wanted his attention. Rhaegal gave one of the ladies a smile and slithered away. His gaze landed on Halaena sitting beside her mothered and her whore of a brother looking bored. So he made his way over to her again.

“You will honor me if you allowed me a dance with you, niece” Rhaegal whispered to her. Halaena’s head snapped in his direction. Alicent was watching the two closely, she was disgusted by the ways of the Targaryens and would rather die than let her own daughter marry a relative.

“The honor is mine, Kepus” Halaena placed her hand into his and got out of her seat. They descended down the stairs and to the dance floor. Rhaegal did not shy away from touching her and doing the right moves of the dance.

He ignored the burning glare or Alicent and Otto as he glided with Halaena around the dance floor. She giggled as her dress flared around her. Rhaegal grinned at the sound and he wanted to stay in that moment forever even though he still knew nothing about his little niece.

Rhaegal felt every nerve in his body shake but he refused to show it to anyone especially the guards that opened the doors to him or Alicent and Otto who were standing on either side of the king after he had requested a meeting with him.

“I requested to speak with the king not his wife and hand” Rhaegal hissed glaring at the two of them.

“His majesty does not make decisi-“ Otto began but Viserys raised his hand silencing him.

“Leave me and brother alone” Viserys ordered. Alicent and Otto had no arguments and left the room angrily.

“What is the reason for this meeting, brother?” Viserys questioned. Rhaegal’s nerves returned and he had to swallow the lump in his throat so he does not stumble through his words.

“I will not beat around the bush Viserys, I want to offer a betrothal for myself and your daughter Halaena” Rhaegal answered. Viserys’s eyebrows furrowed in shock, when did the two have time to meet but there was no need for that because Rhaegal liked his niece more than he thought he could when he first met her after he spent the entire night dancing and conversing with her throughout the feast.

“But she is betrothed to Aegon” Viserys stated.

“I know but who will be better to her?” Rhaegal answered cheekily. Viserys chuckled as a sense of deja vu hit him. The circumstances were different and much more innocent this time around but it seems his daughters were destined to marry their uncles.

That day the kingdom received the news of the betrothal of Prince Rhaegal and his niece Princess Halaena. Aegon was relieved that he did not have to marry his sister and he could still be free to his cups and whores.

[s-lycopersicum]

You see, the first programming I ever did was using Visual Basic 6, and I remembered young Lico had a blast making little interfaces back then and... the mere thought of "having fun with ui design" prompted a sanity check in my brain.

I also remembered learning C# in university (along with a bunch of WinForms, WPF, and Silverlight of all things), but I guess the spark was already gone by then.

Still, I like the notion of being able to build a concise interface really quick and without hassle. I wish I could do that for web--the monkey paw rattles inside its box; the seal weakens; it beckons you

The fearsome Smartphone (2003)

[bifags]

its funny i think my special interest has shifted from destiny itself to the way it and bungie are failing. i could write a fucking thesis on everything that led to the game being in the state it's in today

(did you know bungie still uses silverlight for web dev? google it. they have to run it with internet explorer compatibility mode)

[sidhewrites]

Today's excerpt from silverlight. you ever try to be nice to the woman you saved from dying, but she keeps on being an ass about everything :p

WIP Info linked here

Tag list: @ambreeskyewriting @serenanymph @karangarin @feather-dancer @beautiful-mischief

Sylvie woke with the dawn. Birds sang pleasantly, the bees already hard at work moving from flower to flower. On her left, Jack still snored lightly, one arm thrown over his face to block out the sun as it rose slowly in the sky. But on her left, the girl was gone. The cat slept soundly, tucked in like a coddled baby under the girl's blue coat, but the blanket had been thrown back from the bedroll, and her shoes were missing.

The smell of roasting truffles filled her nostrils. Sylvie sat up with a scowl, wincing in pain at the movement, and turned to see a small cooking fire crackling merrily. Polly tended to her little pan, humming quietly as she cooked. "Morning!" she called over.

"You're awake."

"Very astute." She smiled, and turned over one of the truffles. "Hungry?"

"How long have you been awake?"

"A few hours now?" She hadn't been keeping close track of the time."Don't worry, I didn't wander off or anything. These came from home." Polly smiled as she turned over the truffle with a set of small tongs, double checking how well it had been cooked before pulling it onto one of the tin plates. "Do you think we can fish nearby? Marius is going to be upset if he doesn't get his usual breakfast."

Sylvie said nothing. She watched as Polly worked, gears turning in her head. But whatever she was thinking, Polly couldn't begin to guess.

"So..." she tried. "Fishing?"

"Do you have a net?"

"Ah..." Polly grimaced.

"A hook?"

"Mm...."

"Anything?"

"Point taken." She winced again, glancing over to the ball of fur, whose ears were beginning to twitch.

He opened his mouth, yawned, and stretched before sitting up and looking around blearily. As he wakes up further, he seems to frown, brow knitting together before shooting up in surprise. "I'm outside. I'm...I'm outside. Where's the hearth? Where's the bed? Where's my little bowl shaped like a fish?" He looked around, ears flattening, and gasped with relief as soon as he saw Polly.

"Oh, sweet boy --" She tried, rising from her spot by the fire, but Marius was already running towards her and leapt into her arms.

"I'm outside! I'm not meant to be outside! Polly, what horrible place is this!"

"Marius, baby, it's okay. We're going to Faerie, remember?" She scratched behind his ears, trying desperately to placate him.

The yelling roused Jack, and he leapt to his feet, drawing his knife before he was fully awake. "Who's there? Who -- ?"

"Oh, lovely. Now you're all yelling." Sylvie rose to her feet with a grunt, gritting her teeth as the pain in her side flared up with the movement. Though she tried to power through it, the pain was too great, and Sylvie nearly fell to her knees before Polly, abandoning the cat, rushed to her side to hold her up.

"Easy--" She said, and Sylvie did not miss how she smelled so irritatingly like a homey little cottage. "Be careful. You're still hurt."

"I'm fine." Sylvie fought to stand upright, only finally managing it with great struggle. "I'm going to find something to eat."

"But I..." Polly tried.

"I would offer you my thanks, village girl, but my debt to you is great enough. I have no interest in letting it grow."

She frowned, a furrow creasing between her brows. "Your debt?"

Sylvie looked at her like she was an idiot.

"Is that all you think of us? That we're taking advantage of the debt?"

"Your mother was not subtle, shopgirl."

"So we could talk you into letting us go with you."

"Yes, to see the Day Court. I was there."

"No -- to make sure you don't die!"

"Please." Sylvie scoffed.

"Sylvie, you were nearly dead when we found you. You can barely stand on your own. Don't give me that look, I saw how you winced." Polly made herself speak more quietly, hands out in an attempt at a peace offering. "I just want to make sure you get home safe." No. She had a feeling that Sylvie wouldn't be happy with that alone. Polly hadn't known her for long, but it wasn't hard to figure out that Sylvie cared for her duty far more than she did herself. "You can't...You can't deliver your message to the Day King if you can't even stand on your own."