#but as of now well im confident that wont be happening

[july-19th-club]

hate when i'm having insomnia and i cant point to the exact reason . which to be fair is a problem i have elsewhere but i want to be able to pin down a specific thing i did and go welp won't do that again and then the problem would stop . but instead i do everything 'right' according to what has worked perfectly every single night for a month . and then it doesn't work for some bullshit reason .

[silverislander]

idk if it's genuine excitement or the energy drink i had earlier that's actually letting me focus and work but dude. i am CRUSHING this essay. this is Fun To Write. i think i'm actually doing a really good job here. wtf. i love my major man

[arolesbianism]

Every now and then I remember that oni in fact will eventually have more lore added and I get so excited and scared for a moment and then I remember that it could take months until we see any of that and I proceed to forget abt it again and the cycle repeats

[ravengards-rogue]

WHAT SET YOU FREE, BROUGHT YOU TO ME BABY.

rdr2 men + short blurbs about their favorite sex positions.

ft. arthur morgan, john marston, javier escuella, and charles smith.

✧ tags : SPOILER HEAVY, fem + afab!reader, unprotected sex, light angst (in the horny post is crazy im sorry fdkjjkds), very gendered language, javier says one thing in spanish (thank u @nanamimizz), a little sprinkle of plot with each (and some canon divergency), john co-parents w abigail, otherwise just horny. 18+

✧ wc : about 1.4-8k each (6.3k total)

✧ a/n : sorry for making a multi character post for the cowboy game its cooking me to death. my john bias is showing rip. title is from rebel yell by billy idol but i listen to the bvb cover

sorry about charles and javiers but if i edit this anymore im going to level an entire city using hollow purple technique. please rb if you enjoyed i worked kind of hard on whatever this is.

sorry for . the THIRD repost of this i promise i wont after this. its just really bugging me. PLEASE

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆ ARTHUR MORGAN + PRONE BONE ; 

It’s an odd feelin’ for Arthur. 

Wanting something, he means. Wanting anything as much as he wants you. He’s lived a less than quiet life up until now. And he ain’t the brightest, certainly, but living this kind of life teaches you many lessons. One of them being, it’s better not to covet anything. Coveting something you’re not entitled to, well—it’ll lead you places you wouldn’t want to go with a gun. 

Arthur has made the mistake of coveting love before, dreamed of a future so completely out of his reach he almost convinced himself it was possible. Dreamed of it so foolishly he’d even go visit a woman he very well ought to forget. It’s his problem, his burden to bear - always desiring outcomes unsuited to him. 

He’s just that sort of man he reckons. But he learned his lesson. He tries (tried?) to stay away from it after that. Tried not to pine too much for normalcy when such hopes had failed him twice. The loss of his child completely on his account and the loss of his love at the same fate. 

So, wanting you - well, he feels like the world's dullest fool. Really. How is it that Arthur had fallen in love with someone again? It had all just happened so quickly. You were another woman he’d saved from the O’Driscolls, though it wasn’t like you were no damsel. A lot of those men were dead by the time they arrived. That sort of perseverance would stick with you while you traveled together. Much like Sadie, you didn’t take well to housework - you liked to earn your keep. Though you’re not nearly so trigger happy. 

You’re quiet, thoughtful, well-read. Plus you’re good at making money. That’s why Dutch don't complain about you joining them, he figures. 

(Arthur tries not to pry into it too much at first, but he eventually learns that you’re gambling. Which is how you’re able to make such a fast turn around. A prim little lady like you makes for a fine poker player, and you love to play men out of their money. He thinks it’s one of the funniest and most interesting things about you. He can’t help but love you a little more for it. )

When the feelings in him start to stir, Arthur tries to overlook it. Arthur convinces himself, time and time again - that there’s no way he’ll grow more tender about you. Eventually, it’ll die down. You’re a decent woman is all, a kind one - who’s easy for him to love and even easier for him to confide in. In your time together, you often come to Arthur and you always seem to have some profound wisdom he is so sorely lacking. Someone easy to love, who does not expect much from Arthur at all. It’s only natural a lonely, covetous man like him would start to dream about you. He tells himself, it will pass eventually. Should he simply let it run by him, it will pass. But Arthurs a fool, you’ll remember. 

 Of course, by the time he understood all that - he already loved you enough that he couldn’t bear it. It was already too late and it wasn’t going to change any time soon. Especially not while everything changed around him. 

So, Arthur is undoubtedly a fool, but he’s lucky. He felt divinely blessed when you’d returned his feelings for him so politely. A coy little smile on your face, a laugh like you thought he was silly for being doubtful. Arthur tried to explain himself but you wouldn’t hear a word of it. Maybe that’s another thing he loves so much about you. There’s nothing he ever needs to explain. 

In any case, all Arthur seems to do lately is want you. Wants you when it’s inconvenient. Wants you before he wants liquor or a cigarette or some other vice. Any time anything goes wrong, you’re the first thing his mind can conjure up for relief. That pretty smile and that self-assured way of living. It’s hard to get time alone in camp. And Arthur is a man in love, so any touch could be enough to set him on fire. Last week you hugged his waist a little before giving him a kiss goodbye and he had to listen to you laugh yourself into a fit as he waited for…little Arthur to settle down. 

He don’t get many chances to be with you. Lay with you in that way that grown folk in love do. Though, if the two of you book it somewhere for a few days - the camp knows better not to ask where you’ve been. But it’s not often you get to really be together, where it’s peaceful to do that. Someone’s always hounding one of you to do something. 

Arthur is a lucky man though, like he said. Today he had time. Today he’s alone with you in a beat up little saloon and today he gets to do as he likes. He gets to be greedy. And it’s an odd feeling for him, really, to want something so bad he disregards everything else in the world for a little while. 

Feeling you, though - absolves the guilt for wanting. He’d be stupid to want you any less desperately. 

Arthur’s favorite way to have you is on your stomach. Laid flat, just barely pushed up against him as he fucks you deep. You’ll fuck like rabbits for a little while and Arthur will wear you out just like this, maneuvering you until you’re pinned all underneath his weight. You lose any fight you might have, too exhausted to worry yourself with pleasing him - and when you’re like that, you let Arthur take care of you. 

(He really ain’t talented at much, but he’s good with his hands. Being dexterous is part of being a talented shot. When Arthur has the time to spread you sweet in his lap and make you cum all over his fingers, he does so for as long as he can. At least until you beg him so sweetly otherwise. The same hands, soiled with gunsmoke, look so good so deep in you. At least in his eyes.)

Wet and pliable and helpless. Arthur loves you like that. He knows, he knows you’re anything but - but he’d be damned to pretend this don’t feel best. Tight, wet cunt so welcoming from all the pleasure he’s ripped out of you. Your bodies pressed together, your heartbeat pulsing through your skin. All sticky, honeyed need and animal desire as Arthur lets all of him sink on top of you. His heavy, lumbering form crushing you in - trapping you somewhere you can’t run from him. The curve of your spine pushed against his chest, ticklish. 

Every inch of his body that so wholly wants for you, Arthur aches to make you feel. Burn it in you lest anything happens that risks your forgetting. 

He can feel his hips meet your ass, backside squished against him - desperate for deeper friction. Whining. You’re whining to him so pretty, a pillow pushed underneath you to give friction to needy clit. 

Arthur can feel how much you want more. Maybe Arthur is greedy, but he likes that look much better on you. Your pussy is sucking him in so tight, silken walls pulsing with every shallow little measured thrust. Arthur lets his arm wrap around your neck, your face pressing into his bicep. You moan again and he laughs. 

“Arthur,” Your words come out in a messy slur. He lets his scruffy face press against your neck, a kiss behind your ear. He wants to kiss you all over. There’s not enough hours in the day. “Oh, god, Arthur,” 

“Still feels good, then, I’m guessin’,” 

“Shut up,” You huff and press your cheek into his arm. He doesn’t bother stifling his laugh. “Still feels…big. Stretchin’ me out—hicc—so much,” 

You really don’t try to rile him up - but you do a damn good job of it anyway. He groans, grunts as he pulls back and pistons himself in you. A gesture half-way between a kiss and the warning shot of a gun. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes, noisy and vulgar. Arthur don’t pay it much mind. He laughs against your shoulder.

“One of these days, that moutha’ yours is gonna get me in real trouble.” 

You giggle back at him 

“What kinda trouble is that now?” 

Even from your side glance, you’ve got that lovely little smile on you. Fuckdrunk and ingratiating, like you know he’s wrapped so tight around your fingers. And he is, like nothing else in the world could have him. A wave of possession curls up over Arthur, makes him press more of himself into you. Onto you. Another deep push of his cock, sliding against the tenderest parts of you. Staking some silent desire in you. He wants and wants and wants, and hopes that whatevers above him can forgive him for making the same mistake thrice. 

“Dunno,” Arthur comments, teeth grazing your shoulder and kissing the indentations “Got our whole lives together to find out, I reckon.” 

“I’ll hold you to it, Mister.” 

Arthur laughs. “Hope you do, Miss.” 

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆ JOHN MARSTON + COWGIRL ;

John doesn’t say that he loves you lightly. 

Hardly a thing he says can be said that way. Could never afford too. In an alternate universe where nothing goes wrong in his life, maybe - but he has a hard time picturing what the hell that’d look like. A version of himself so untainted, without all of the violence and blood and gunsmoke? Foreign. John can’t picture it worth a damn. 

Who John is without a deadbeat father and a dead Ma is somewhere far beyond his reach. Ain’t nothing about his life, at any point, lighthearted. 

On top of all that mess, he’s got a boy at age four with a woman he ain’t married too. And that relationship is always on rocky waters, even though John’s decided to do right by his own flesh and blood sometime ago. Most things in the world he should feel good about he doesn’t, and most things he should understand render him clueless. He’s a mess on multiple accounts, and he still doesn’t know how exactly he’s meant to approach this life of his. He knows what he should do, but nothing about how to do it. 

John doesn’t come to love you easily ‘cause he wouldn’t know easy love if it hit him in his face. Quickly and painfully, but not easily. 

Your return to the gang was an odd one. You were an old presence and your disappearance was an even older story. John thought he’d never gonna see you again for sure. You’d been a part of the gang back long before all of the nonsense that took place in Blackwater and you left about the time Arthur’s boy died. John don’t remember why you left exactly. He thinks it was a fight with Hosea, of all things.

 Dutch weren't too happy about it neither, but Dutch back then didn’t make a show. 

So you left, and John buried every feeling he ever harbored. You found all them again up in Colter, where you’d been living out your days lately. According to you, in the middle of riding, you thought you’d heard Arthur. So, somewhat recklessly, you went chasing him. Didn’t matter if he was just something your mind conjured. According to you, if it was him, it was at least worth checking to make sure. You’d reunited with Arthur and after some tears, he rode with you back to camp. 

Upon your return, the gang welcomed you with open arms. 

You’d done a lot in your time alone.You spent most of that time just like that, a ghost wanderin’ the planes. You weren’t gonna stay with ‘em, but Arthur insisted and Hosea did too. That wasn’t enough to compel, so John was last to chip in. You should stay, at least until Valentine. 

(Silently he thought, you should stay so John can trace memories of you. It was so long ago, he should’ve forgotten all of it. You were a year older than John and always on his ass but easy for him to talk to. Didn’t fuss over his failures. You just barely grew into your womanhood when you set your sights on running away. You wanted more than this life, and John never really forgave you for it. His first heartbreak, maybe - but it’s all too blurry for that. 

You understood him though better than anyone, and one day you were gone. Nothing’s really the same.) 

You changed tremendously and not at all. He missed you. God, did he ever. Missed you a long time. Didn’t realize how much until you came back and everything in him felt right again. Your return stirred up old feelings and everyone noticed. He wasn’t trying to keep it a secret, but he really wasn’t trying to fall back into anything with you. Not how he did. 

Just like you did back then, you read John like an open book. And just like he did back then, he loved you all too helplessly for it.  It was just all too easy again, to be with you. 

You stayed out of the way at first, for the sake of his family. 

But, John ain’t a half-decent man even when he’s trying to be. So he set himself on being with you. It wasn’t easy - most things with him aren’t as you’ll see.  Having you around again straightened what was left of his common sense, at least. He told Abigail before telling you. He figured you wouldn’t even reply unless that was all out of the way. That turned out as well as you’d expect.

 It was settled between the two of you thereafter. He’s lucky she didn’t toss him into the street. 

Everything works out in a way. As best they can between broken people. You make peace with each other. His boy loves you like a third parent (you’re better with him than John is). Abigail commends you for straightening out such a worthless man though she’s a little melancholy.  John just tries to stay out of the way. You’ll be together in the end. There’s a plan with the five of you. 

But until it all falls apart, he doesn’t get all that much time with you. 

There’s moments like tonight, though. Rare ones. Together out robbin’, cooped out some place in the woods where no one is around. A place so shaded by nightfall that John can absolve himself of every sin he’s ever committed in his life and pray at the altar between your hips. John is convinced he might find worship like he’s always hearing about there whenever he touches you, the marred skin of his hands and knuckles reading the scripture of your body with careful precision. 

You might turn him into a literate man yet. 

John glances up at you. Only the light of the fire and the moonlight there to accompany as he watches you over him. You’re beautiful. John couldn’t picture a single thing more perfect in his life. 

Your hands against his bare chest, nails digging into the flesh as you lean forward. Your palm dug into the dirt, John finds his own hands rested at your hips. John looks at you awe-struck, cock twitching at the mere sight. His heart settles in his throat, but he’s calm all at the same time. With you, he forgets. All of it. The worst of himself. 

Bare naked and so close, he watches your face as you strain. You feel soft. Every inch of you in comparison to him is. A bead of sweat slides down the valley of your breasts. John cranes his neck up to catch it with his tongue, licking a stripe up to your neck - letting his teeth sink into the space between your jaw and neck. You want to make it last and John doesn’t blame you. It’s so rare you get to have each other so unrestrained. John can feel all the ways you want him, can see it in your face - all pinched with need. You’re holding yourself back, trying to get it to last as long as the night will allow. It’s cute in a way.

It’s different than how he’s used to seein’ you, all cocky or otherwise. You’re needy like this. Just needy. His stomach turns with lust, jolting through him like a strike of lightning. His cock twitches against your folds, sliding against them. Pure admiration watching the sticky mess of his pre-cum and your own arousal mix together and smear on your mound. You make a soft noise in the back of your throat, faint and tender as you fall forward just a little. John laughs against your neck. 

“Darlin’,” He says with a huff. Not malice. Something akin to bliss, where he can rarely afford it “Have I done something to piss you off today?” 

You pick yourself up and look down at him and frown. John kisses the corner of your mouth, resisting some crude desire to fuck up into you. 

“Just,” You grunt as the tip of his cock passes over your throbbing clit, your whole body wracking to a shiver. John looks awed. “Pent up. Goddamn it,” 

John figures it out quickly after that. It’s this part of it he likes. The proximity. The closeness. Feeling the tremble in your hands as they struggle to keep up right, muscles strained in your forearms. Being able to hold you, to keep the pace or let you take the lead. The clear view of your face as pleasure travels up through your spine and melts into you. He grabs your hips, the fat dimpling underneath his fingers as he moves you along. He can’t wait. You don’t bother to protest seeing John can’t seem to bear it anymore. You collapse into his chest, your tits pushed flat against his pecs.

His cock throbs near painfully, sliding against your soft cunt before finding himself lined with you. He thinks to himself that it’s this he was looking for, as he tucks your face against his neck and lets his tip stretch you out slowly. Such a vice like grip, stretching - resisting him like your whole body can’t anticipate the sensation of fullness. You gasp against his throat. 

“John,”  

What a sweet sound from your mouth, even sweeter as he bucks himself up. Keeps you steady and lets his cock stretch you full, feel you deep. “That’s right, my angel. Didn’t think you’d remember my name when you’re all worked up like this.” 

“You’re,” You gasp and John thrusts, thrusts hard until he’s buried to the hilt. You shudder, walls pulsing around him as he bottoms out and John laughs like the terrible man he is. He fucks you again, over and over - a wicked little smile watching “Awful. Just awful, John Marston,” 

“Ain’t that the truth,” He hums against your mouth as his hand snakes between your bodies, thumb rubbing against your clit. “Wonder what kinda woman that makes you,” 

“A foolish one,” 

John laughs. 

“I sure do love you for it,”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆JAVIER ESCUELLA + SIDEWAYS ;

Javier hasn’t thought about much other than surviving. 

It’s been like that. Been like that for a while, probably much longer than he cares to admit. He’s sure any sane man would suffer the same plight if they lead the same life. Anything but survival is little more than a pipe-dream, so Javier tries not to go for anything too strongly. In that aspect he’s like many of the members of the gang he’s in, perhaps that’s why he sticks to them. There’s that phrase Hosea’s always saying - that misery loves company. Javier will take any decent company he can get.  He’s desperate for it just like he’s desperate for most things - inwardly, silently. 

Some of that desperation may be symptomatic of who he is. After he killed a man in a crime of passion for a woman he loved and ran from a government who would sooner exile him than change, Javier decided to not dream anymore. Every revolutionary who dreams too hopefully pays the price in blood.

(Javier thinks there’s probably nothing in the world as true as this. A form of gospel. He remembers the first dream he ever had after his uncle passed. Not a nightmare but a dream. He remembers the exact feeling of waking up, cold and confused. What is a dream, except a memento of survivor's guilt that loyal people cling onto fruitlessly. When hope starts to feel like a debt he’s going to waste his life paying back, Javier loses sight of everything. The beginning of the end in some way.) 

His mind doesn’t occupy itself with anything bigger than that. Since Dutch found him starving, there was never a desire to try and live off aspirations. He pays his penance with loyalty and honor. Practices some form of humility and tries, not too desperately, to carve a place for him to fit. All without drawing too much attention or caring too much. If you ignore the bleeding in his fingers, his penchant for knives over guns, and his refusal to talk too long about the place he comes from - it’s nearly believable that none of it matters. 

Except loyalty. All Javier honors is that. It’s the only thing he has some part in choosing, so he choses it every time. Living like that didn’t make any difference to him. He was surrounded by mostly decent people. He didn’t hate the life he was living. 

It wasn’t important. It didn’t matter. His directionless-ness, his floating. Hadn’t since he joined the gang. At least not to anyone but him. He didn’t know what he’s meant to do or if he was meant to proceed with this forever. He was (is)  loyal to Dutch. To the gang. 

He hadn’t thought much about what comes after. 

And it didn’t matter until he met you

He’d sworn off love after seeing where it got him, at least until he could love more dispassionately. When the women bring you back from their outing from Valentine and beg Dutch to let you stay, Javier doesn’t think much of it all. He thinks you’re pretty, if it counts for anything. But he doesn’t let himself linger on you too long. 

But that’s the sequence with you two, really. The whole time.  He doesn’t linger until he does. It doesn't matter until it does. He doesn’t think about you until it’s all he can think about. 

You go for him first. And it’s in little, unimportant ways that might not mean shit to you but mean a whole lot to him. You have some kind of tenderness about you that you wear deep, runs through your blood like love ran through his once long ago. Some softness he can’t really measure with his own. It’s not that that gets him. It’s that sometimes you look at Javier like he's … someone you want to see. He forgot what that was like all together. It felt foreign to him the first time it happened. Seeing how you light up when Javier is around. 

You wanted to see him. You noticed that he’s gone. If he sang by the campfire - you’d sit by him and listen.  If he was out in the trees keeping guard, he’d hear the soft call of your voice to Grimshaw ask Where’s Javier? And sometimes the girls will make fun of you - but you wouldn’t deny anything they said. It’s so small and ordinary. He would’ve never considered himself simple before meeting you. Nothing is simple. Nothing. 

(But then, Javier thinks of the kinds of songs he sings and the way he takes care of himself and the clothes he wears and maybe Javier has some kind of affinity for preciousness that explains all of it.) 

When Javier confesses his feelings for you - he finds the affair to be like most things between you. Ordinary love, not really between outlaws but people. It’s up against a tree while you share a drink and he’s looking at the curve of your mouth and the plum color Karen’s so kindly put on you. And his head fills with kissing you so he does. A breathless confession between alcohol stains and the feeling of your hands curled in the lapels of his suit. 

From there, Javier is your lover. He’s not interested in the business of secrets, but he tries not to let it show too much. Not that he doesn’t want to. He wants to show you off more than anything - at least some part of him does. But the other part wants to keep you away from prying eyes, keep his love for you only where the both of you can see. If he could keep that pretty lovestruck face you make all to himself forever he would. 

When he gets a chance to whisk you away from everything, Javier jumps at the chance. Not often, but Javier makes time for you. Makes time to indulge in love he thought he’d  never find again. 

That’s why he’s here with you in the middle of nowhere, a ghost town where no one knows you.. A reserved room with a bed and lowlights all to yourselves. 

Javier can’t keep his hands to himself and he doubts you expect him too. 

For Javier, this sense of proximity is what intoxicates him most. The warmth of your bare skin in the slivers of yourself exposed. Javier is fond of finding you like this after a long day of horse riding. Of sneaking touches to your waist as you push back against him to sleep, only to find his desire for you - laid clearly. He likes hearing you whimper feeling his length poke against your back, the embarrassment when it dawns on you that he wants you after all. Always surprised, even though Javier tells you it so often. Whispers it along your neck and shoulders whenever you’re at camp together.

You like the feeling of his hands so Javier always starts with them. He squeezes your hips. Planes his palms over your chest before squeezing your chest, pushing the fat between his fingers. You like the way  they look when they grope you, his chin resting against your shoulder as you spoon. In the lowlights of a cheap hotel - Javier gets the perfect view of your silhouette. Your body is sensitive over the fabric of your gown, heat prickling through you. 

Javier who is always so gentle with you, rouses so deep listening to your whining as he explores your body. The suffocating closeness of a single bed intoxicates him. 

“Javier,” Your voice is sweet and thin. Plays in Javier’s head like music and makes his mouth curl up into a catlike grin as you push back on him.  You look slightly over your shoulder, lips pushed into a pout. “Please,” 

He tugs at the fabric of your nightgown. The top half pulls haphazard underneath your tits, nipples perky and sensitive to touch while the skirt pools at your waist. What gets Javier like this is the desperation. Wanting so much but not being able to look too long. A way for you to mirror him, it’s a matter of possession. In some stupid way. Bunching your clothes up, pushing the fabric of your panties to one side, letting his arm wrap around your waist to touch and tease.  All of these are imprints of his longing, tucked faithful into your side as he whispers sweet nothings into your skin.

His cock twitches as it pushes past your folds with finality, your hands curling up at your sides.  You whimper softly, let your cheek rest against the sheets as Javier takes you on your side. Terribly close, you fuss as you feel him slide every inch into you slow, your hands reaching back for purchase. It’s the fit of you against him so perfect, the silent strokes of intimacy, the hush-hush giggles between the sheets that Javier loves most about fucking you like this. Too enamored with you to look too closely, he lets his eyes flutter closed. He could get drunk just being in your space. 

He carves out space for himself inside of you, feels your cunt accommodate for him like it loves him. A feverishness breaks out as his forehead rests on the space between your shoulders, an uncharacteristic whiny quality in his words. 

“Ser mío,” Javier says - as a reflection of what he really wants, to belong only to you. “Belong to me.” 

Darling as you always are, you nod softly. 

“All yours, Javier,” You whimper, finding his hand. “Forever,”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆ CHARLES SMITH + MATING PRESS ; 

Wandering. 

He’s been doing it his whole life. Not something he’s proud of. Or ashamed of either, really. Just how things have gone for him until now. Charles doesn’t think his life has been any better or any worse than anyone else's. At least not when he weighs it with the same kind of pragmatism he does most things. It’s been a hard life, and a miserable one in so many ways. Still, it’s not something Charles is too keen to dwell on. 

There’s just something thematic about loss in Charles' life in a way he finds completely unpleasant. It’s more constant than anything. Loss of his home, loss of his mother, loss of his father in an attempt to find what’s best for him. It’s some overarching message that hangs over his head like a shadow. Everywhere he goes, trying to rectify his own solitude seems to come back to him. It doesn’t help that it’s an unfair world to start with, and would’ve been if he had just been black or just been native. But Charles is both, and has lived a life that reflects that specific injustice thoroughly. 

There’s not really anything Charles can do about it, at its baseline. When he left his father, the name of the game had simply been survival. He was well-equipped enough for that at least. But after survival comes trying to live and trying to live isn’t something so simple. Jumping in and out of gangs who thought they could get away with slighting him or generally being surrounded by unpleasant people. Trying to find something in pages of book and scripture, or in the way water ripples when it rains. 

He’s never felt any one way towards the gang. Even when he joined them all the way back in the Grizzlies. Lost in the cold, they’d crossed paths as Charles was out hunting. A lot of it feels like a blur. Of all the folks he’s met in his travels though, Dutch treats him fair and the rest of them (or most of them) are decent, honest folk. Charles stays in the Van Der Linde gang for such simple reasons as trying to stay alive and be somewhere that isn’t actively hostile towards him. He’s a good gunman, and a better fighter. The inner workings of gang politics and forging connection isn’t at the forefront of his mind, with the exception of the kindest few. 

The Van Der Linde gang is just a place where he can figure out what his purpose is meant to be, even if he doesn’t find it there. He’s never expecting anything to come out from his loyalties to it. 

Of all the things Charles expects of his life in the Van Der Linde gang, love is at the very bottom of the list. 

Maybe it’s about time he stops being surprised by these things happening to him one or way another.

 You were a member of the gang far before him, and someone Charles took to quickly. You’d joined the gang not too long after John from what Arthur tells him. Though the brunette speaks about you more fondly than he does his brother. A problem child at the start, according to Arthur - always getting into all sorts of trouble. Something you seemingly feel embarrassed about now and refuse to bring up. Charles has a hard time picturing it having only known you as you are. 

The woman you’ve grown into is someone else completely, and Charles sees that in you all the time. Compassionate like Hosea but charismatic like Dutch, and clever. And you’re beautiful, too, though Charles feels a little shallow admitting that’s part of what drew you into him. 

It wasn’t Charles that approached you first. You were the one who spoke to him, as often as you thought necessary but never in a way he found invasive. He doesn’t know what it is exactly about you that charms him near instantly. You’re enigmatic to a fault. It’s like you always know exactly what to say and exactly when to say it. Even more than that, you’re a terribly pleasant person to be around. Subtly warm and free of assumptions. When Charles talks to you about anything, you listen without making him feel like it’s any sort of burden to you. You don’t pry, don’t make missteps. Treat him fair, and then some. 

It’s unbearably simple, just how quickly and how easily he comes to adore you.  And, in some ways, Charles knows better than to believe that his purpose is loving someone. There’s more to it than that, surely - after everything. 

But then, he’ll watch you do something. Watch you do some kind of menial work that he could do for you instead. Thinks of skinning animals for new clothes and chopping wood and rubbing the soap off of you and all of a sudden it makes him feel anchored. Everything he could do for you. You anchor Charles easily, with a wispy smile. Make him want to find purpose in life with you. He never wants to be somewhere you’re not. 

He confesses it to you just like that, and like you do with most things - you accept and reciprocate without making too much of a fuss. 

For Charles, making love is an extension of wanting to ground himself in you. A distant siren song - the intersection of lust and bone deep adoration. Like most things, you’re the one to approach first every time. A soft hand on his forearm, a whisper that you want him. It’s with ease that he draws you away. Drags from you camp during nightfall with his horse and blankets and picks a spot with the perfect view of the stars. 

Charles watches you under the glow of moonlight, his vision adjusting to you easily. Naked underneath him, laid on your back with your legs folded at your knees - heaving deep breaths. He can see the sweat beading down your skin, your chest rising and falling - and the perfect view of your pussy. His hands and mouth are wet as you breathe out. He finds himself smiling at you, his own erection pressed against your thigh, pre-cum leaking out in a mesmerized haze. 

You lift your hands up and he leans down, surprised as you wrap them around his neck and pull him closer to you. Your mouths meet like that, and Charles laughs against your lips as you kiss him so eagerly. You blink at him, pretty. You’re always prettier than he remembers you being the last time he looks. 

“Charles,” You frown at him. “It’s impolite to keep a lady waiting,” 

He kisses the corner of your mouth. “Sorry, my love. I don’t want to hurt you,” 

“Well, I’m fine with it,” You repeat, almost petulant. Charles frowns. “‘Sides, it ain’t my first time taking you, you know?” 

“Well, I’m not fine with it.” 

You pout, looking at him all endeared. Charles couldn’t help but love you even if he tried. “You ain’t gonna hurt me. C’mon. Please?” 

“Please, what?” 

You look at him aghast before breaking out into a faux-scandalized giggle. “Now you—please fuck me. Pretty, please.” 

Charles feels something tickling against his spine hearing you say it. He couldn’t imagine getting sick of you in his whole life.  “Yeah, that’s good to hear.” 

You make an indignant noise but it’s silenced quickly as Charles positions himself against your entrance. He has plenty of discipline when it comes to matters like these, but right now - he feels like he’s going to lose his mind. Not nearly enough patience to wait. He lets his hands go up underneath your knees just to have something to hold onto. 

You make a little gasp as the tip of his cock pushes into you. Your walls are so soft, likely after all the orgasms he’d given you prior. You stop him in a shocked gasp, and Charles immediately readies himself to pull out. As if sensing his hesitance, you shake your head. 

“Charles,” You gasp, the words caught in your throat and hoarse “Deep. Want it deep,” 

His abdomen tightens, cocking twitching hard at your words. He agrees silently to your desires. 

When it comes to sex, there’s very little Charles dislikes.

But this is his favorite. He’s simple but no other position lets him see you so close. He likes the way your eyes widen as he pushes up underneath your knees and folds you underneath his weight. How you look pinned down under him, the perfect view of your eyes rolling back into your head and the proximity from your face to his. He lets his cock stretch you out slowly, throbbing each time your nails dig desperately into arms trying to keep your composure. Fuck you feel so tight like that. Soft pussy, dripping and sticky. You suck him in relentlessly, and Charles groans as he bottoms out. You take every inch of him so well. So perfect like the rest of you. 

Your eyes flutter open as he stays there, buried in you in complete bliss. You’re dazed. 

“Kiss?” 

Surprise followed by adoration, he abides by your request easily. Overwhelmed with it as he presses a chaste peck to your mouth, he laughs. “As many as you want.”

Anything you want, Charles thinks, he would give to you. 

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[nekassvariigs]

I saw someone having a post mentioning if a character from one piece would be certain about age gaps so here i am in a silly goffy mood.

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Idea: Waking up/Walking around not realising youre wearing a shirt saying "Dilf patrol" and going out on the ship/certain places causing some interesting conversations.

Raighley, Shanks, Mihawk, Law, Kid, Doflamingo

Special addition: Bepo for cuteness

I know kid and law arent dilfs but theyre fun to write

Kid

Way too busy to notice it at first until someone points it out.

Hes flabbergasted.

"Into experianced men huh?" he comments brows furrowed in question.

It took you a while to register.

"I know i dont qualify as one but give me a few years."

You couldnt be more embarrassed, not to say anytime he asks you to stand on lookout he'll yell "DILF PARTROL" full blast embarrassing you each time.

If hes into you he'll paint over one of his shirts the words "certified dilf" while working on his gagets. If you catch him in the act give him a sly smirk and run for your goddamn life.

However if you both happen to wear it at the same time again its now your turn to shout over the entire ship "DILF SPOTTED" the moment you see him. You'll distract him so horredusly he wont be able to unhear it for the next week.

At some point you both take a picture, altough the main focus is you zooming in on his tits where the label he drew on was.

"Let me see the photo."

You show it to him proudly and prepare for self defense.

"You little shit." hed scoff ,however his ego was lifted that hed certified dilf material.

Doflamingo

This pink flamingo has been walking around you all morning trying to be subtle.

It was getting on your nerves.

"Can you ATLEAST pretend that your subtle, Youre like 10 meters tall dude you wear a PINK FEATHER COAT."

"So?" He picks his teeth with a toothpick.

"Why are you following me?"

"Your shirt."

"What about it?" you get more annoyed by the second.

"Not your dresscode madamoiselle?" you give him a fake smile with your eyes.

"Ha..Hahaha..HAHAHAHA, i must send this to the navy." He takes a photo.

"Fuck do you mean send it to the navy?!"

"Look, i can already hear "it's the dilf parol woman" with your face plastered all over it."

Oh he really was pushing it huh.

With a loud FWAP the shirt lands flat on his face right on the centered plastered with the writing.

"I think they'd like this one better."

You show him the picutre. There he is this wooden shelf for a man in his pink ridicilous coat with his face covered in a shirt thats says "Dilf patrol" boldly.

"My ass im gonna let you have your way with it."

Onsues a battle between two idiots.

Nearing your defeat you splur out "Y'know if you had a kid you'd qualify for it."

"Huh- Yeah right."

"Im dead serious."

"..."

"Time to take one for the team." He said confidently.

Raighley

Usually you stay over at Shakky's rip-off bar having known the owners well half owner Raighley. You never managed to catch his wife on time however, she was always out so one good day you treated yourself to a hands on barman experiance pouring yourself a drink, mind you its late so its okay.

Whilst mixing your drink you hear the front door open Raigley in sight he catches a seat.

"One whiskey on the rocks ma'am." he gets cozy until seeing you prepare your drink. You shake the mixture the tshirt you wore frurrowing all sorts of ways.

"?" He sees something written on it.. not fully tho, so he'll take a another peek in a bit.

Your drink made, you start his grabbing some ice and whiskey for the foxy man.

"Here ya go~" you happily chirped at him offering his drink.

It wasnt until you were mid drink he said "Say would i qualify as a dilf?"

ah the burning sensation of choking on alcohol.

"What?" you ask him barely able to breathe.

"You know, I mean not to shoot myself in the foot i do happen to look good for my age." he takes a swig of his drink calmly.

"F-First off, where is this coming from? Second off what!?" You stutter, Raighley barely dared being so cocky, and now all of a sudden this!? Did he hit his head?

He doubles the K.O pointing to your shirt at which you stare down, immidiatley embarrased for showing your interest in older men un such a dumb way.

Cheeks blazing you admit defeat, giving him a thumb up weakly.

"You're overqualifed.."

"That so?" He smirks hand on his beard in question.

Now confidently you humm altough your legs were giving out.

Who woulda thought you had one of the hottest man, not to mention the most humble one around teasing you like this when youre compleatley unprepared.

[continuation awaits (￣^￣)ゞ]

Law

Poor guy was hoping to eat his meal in peace when you come in theough blazing the words dilf patrol on your shirt.

He literrally chokes.

"You alright capitan?" you ask him.

He swallows dryly, "Yeah..." he stares at you, then at the writing, then at you,the writing and at you for the last time.

"Y/n-ya, You know our crew mostly has guys around the age of 20, right?"

"Riight.. , point being?" you curiously ask.

"Point is WHO ARE YOU PATROLING FOR?!" Not gonna lie he was determined to know.

"!!?" Shocks sets in as you realize what youre wearing.

"Haha oh this thing, well you know give it a few years everyone will be aprooved, even you Law." you chuckle lips pointing in a whistle like manner.

He mentally stopped until he lowered his cow-print hat lower over his face, continuing eating without furter comments.

Hoo... Oh my.

"C-Capitans blushing!" Bepo alerts everyone in the dining hall. Startling you and Law himself.

"Was not, shut up!"

"I'm sorry!" he bows apologizing.

"Well in anycase we have time dont we?" You chuckle pouring yourself some tea.

Few meters behind you you hear more bickering about "Dont joke about this!" et cetera.

Mihawk

The silent man was trying to enjoy a morning newspaper till perona started babling to him about you.

"Whats the issue?" the blandly replies.

"Have you seen what shes wearing its not cute at all!" she pouts pointing to you , a pastry in your mouth the shirt revealing the writing.

Lightning stuck in his head.

"We all have preferances.."

He didnt want to even think about it.

"Thats right, we all have preferances" you pouted back disagreeing with her.

"Of all things you choose old hot guys seriously!? Pick something cuter next time!"

Bwaaa~ You drop your pastry.

"Who says i like old hot guys?"

"Your shirt says.." He nonchalantly interrupted.

"Ah so it does, WHAT?!" You strech out your shirt noticing the writing 'Dilf patrol'

"As long as she can handle it, i see no issue." He adds in.

Your jaw dropping, how can he be so relaxed about this.

"Stop embarrasing her old man-"

The bell dings in everyones head striking a nerve.

Everyone locks eyes.

Silence follows.

It was the tensest breakfast youve ever had with the two of them.

After breakfast you chose to clean the dishes upon hearing a knock.

"Not my buisness, but good choise." And he leaves just like that.

No dishes were washed for the next 30 minutes out of sheer incapability to understand his approval.

Shanks

All bark all bite he doesnt hold back.

He digs the shirt, calls it trendy,odd but trendy, hes seen worse.

"Y/n, i qualify."

"For what?"

"You can count me as a dilf, no?"

Your brain shortcircuts.

"Well.." You eye him up and down making him wait impatiently.

"I mean sorta? Youre not really the hot DAD material are you? "

"I can be though." he shoots you a grin.

"Caaan you?" you hiss back at him.

"Wanna seee for yourselllf?"

[Continuation awaits (￣^￣)ゞ]

Bepo!

You had just woken up having no actual shirt to wear from your regulars you scramped one from the dryer. You didnt even bother to check which one it was you had agreed to train with bepo.

"Goodmornin'. " Hes as polite as ever.

"Mornin' bepo, lets start some warm ups?"

You both proceed to train along eachother however the longer it lasted the more people gathered around you two.

"Whats this about?" You question wiping the sweat off your forehead with your shirt.

"Mm Maybe because youre wearing that today?" ,his fluffy paw points to your shirt.

Every guy in a 10 meter radius was giving you thumbs up making you red as a raindeers nose.

"Y/n, whats a dilf anyways? Some new monester out there?" He innocently asks

"Haha y-no?, Do you wanna know?"

He nodds.

"Well its a preferance for older attractive looking men that have kids or had kids who grew up."

"So.. Do you like ..." he was deep in thought..

He didnt know what to ask.

"Ah mabye Vice capitan Ben?"

Pffttjfjfhdha

"Dont think hes got kids, but hes attractive so i approve." You wipe ur nose at the thought.

Next day Bepo shows around with a shirt labeled

"Shaved ice patrol."

What an innocent creature..

[lady-dragon-rider]

The Bloody Raven and the Mad Witch. Pt.1

Davos/Benjicot Blackwood x Reader

When a trail ride goes wrong Reader finds that they have stumbled into the worst world possible. The universe of ASoIaF.

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The young Raventree heir stumbles upon a crazy lady in the heart of their godswood while out on patrol.

Cotains: Bookworm!Reader, Realm travel/Isekai (outlander style), 'witchy' powers, cannon divergence, superstitious men.

Featuring: protective birb friends (ravens become fond of Reader), theatre kid!Reader

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You dont remember how you ended up in this situation. How a simple trail ride, on a horse who youve had since childhood and has never once dropped you, go so wrong?

It was a trail you had taken thousands of times before, just outside your grandparents farm. Both of you knew it like the back of your hand. And even though it had rained a little the night before you were more than confidence in you and Roach - your horse. "Itll be fine grandma, thr rain wasnt that heavy and its more than dry now" you assured the older lady, gripping her hands tightly in comfort "ill be back before you know it."

But that was before your dear equine friend unknowingly stepped on loose earth, soft from the previous wet weather. Roach had stumbled, and paniced a little, but had ultimately recovered from the incident. You however, werent quick enough. You barely miss the reigns as you fall in what feels like slow motion.

You tumble down the slope, rocks and branches snagging themselves on your clothes and skin. Bright light bursts behind your eyelids as make heavy contact with a tree which knocks the wind out of you. When you finally stop rolling, huff out heaved gasps and mentally take stock.

No broken bones... at least, that i can tell... but everything seriously hurts.... im just gonna lay here for a bit...

"Oi... is that a girl?" You hear shifting and shuffling from out in the darkness where you lay.

Crap.

The shuffling gets closer and you can hear the voice of three, maybe four boys. "Yeah thats definitely a girl! She seems badly injured, quickly, check if shes alive!" One of the boys, you assume their leader, command. A hurried pair of steps approaches you. You bite back a groan as he turns you over, keeping your eyes closed as you stayed as limp and still as possible.

Fingers feel around your throat for a pulse. Which, given that you are very much still alove and breathing, the young man finds almost instantly.

"She's Alive Benji! What do you want to do? Wont we get in trouble if we tried to bring her back to Raventree?"

Wait.... Benji? Raventree?... Oh no... that would mean im in the universe of a song of ice and fire! Crap thats not good, but its fine youve read the books you know what will happen... maybe we can can use this to our advantage.. you think. A thousand different options running through you head.

"Well we cant leave her here either. Not only is it getting dark, she was found in our godswood and needs to be sharply questioned as to who she is." Benji says in a cool tone, getting onto his horse. "She will ride with me. To ensure no funny business, now lets go"

The guy beside you nods and lifts you up, causing pain to shoot through your aching limbs. You hiss and groan as you are jostled and manhandled unto Benjicots mount; a beautiful dark brown horse. Try as you might to move your body does not seem to listen. Leaving you in the arms of your Blackwood captor. "Behave miss, and i promise no harm shall come to you."

You mumble incoherently as pain and fatigue take your muscles into the world of dreams.

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The next time you wake up is upon your arrival at Raventree. You dont remember much of the ride, but the ache in your muscle's has certainly lessened. You're eased off the horse and then immediately bound and lead to where you assume the main hall area is.

"You dont have to be so rough you know, its not like i can fight or anything..." you grumble loudly, gaining the stink-eye from a couple of the surrounding men. The double doors open and before you is a lavish grand hall, two long tables line the east and west wall and an even grander one stands at the head of the room. At the head table several older men are sat, grim looks dorne their faces. You are able to take in much else as your roughly shoved before them, tripping and just barely managing to catch yourself. You turn and glare at the one who did it, and he seemingly flinches under your white hot gaze.

"Benjicot. What is the meaning on this? Who is this girl and why is she here? And in a state like this no less, i sincerely hope this wasnt any of your doing" a bearded man murmurs, a scolding tone on his lips

"Of course not Uncle. The boy and i were pratolling near the godwood when we heard some shuffling in the undergrowth followed by some sort of light. We thought it may have been some Brackens trying to hurt the godswood but discovered her instead" He explains as he motions to you "it looked like she had attacked or something and thought it would be best to bring her here for questioning."

Another man, more closely resembling benjicot give you an appraising look "Step forward girl. Let me look at you"

"A please would be nice" you hiss as you do as your told. Stepping forward and giving a slow spin to give him a full look. "I can assure you. I am no Bracken. I am a nobody."

"Then what were you doing in our woods?"

You straighten at the tension that fills the room with that single sentence. You cant very well tell them the truth, they would think you crazy and cut your head off or something. So, in times of crisis you know to do one thing; improvise. "Collecting herbs, but you son was right, i was attacked. I ended up dropping my things in my haste to get away and ended up in your... 'godswood'" you say feigning innocence.

"My lords, may i remind you that witches and other such characters would be the only one lurking around the woods at night." A greying man says knowingly "we should turn this wench away lest we call ill omens upon our house"

"I would advise against that my lords" you counter quickly "that may have the opposite affect. And while im not in the habit of curse the family that has helped me, that may be the case if you turn me away after your dear son has travelled all this way to see my wounds are tended to"

"Is that a threat witch?!" The elderly man shouts now standing and slaming his hand on the table "i will have your head"

"The opposite my lords." You snap "i only wish to be of use to the young lord who helped me. And if i my be emboldened to ask you a few questions, it would appear that the fright from me attack has rendered me a little dazed." You bat your eyelashes and the faces of whom you recognise as Benjicot's father and uncle seem to soften.

"What would you wish to know child" Samwell asked calmly

"There isnt a subtle way to say this.... but isthe king dead yet?" You say. Commotion erupts almost immediately.

"How dare you!-"

"To spew such treason!"

"Take her head she is cursing the king!"

"SLIENCE!" Samwell shouted "Girl. Explain. NOW"

"Fire licks that heels of familys green and black, and soon the drums a war will beat a tune that makes the dragons dance." You say vaugely "to put simply, everything will change and your family and all you love will burn. I wish to prevent that, to honor the service your son has brought upon me" you glance at benjicot.

A beat of silence before Samwell answers "Yes, he still lives as i am aware. But his health has declined in recent months..." he says grimly.

A relieved smile comes across your face.

"Good...that means i may be able to stop this.... if youll excuse me" you say, before you bolt out of the room.

You do your best to pay no mind to the men clamour as they begin to chase after you.

Now where is it....

Frantic, you search for your prey - the weirdwood tree. "Come on.... come onnn... There!" At breakneck speed you rush to the tree placing your hands on it you rant quietly. "Please. You know im not from here, you brought me here for a reason please let it be this. Use me as your vessel, i am an empty cup with no ties to this world. Let me protect the young dragons and keep the peace and balance. Please if youre real and can hear me... please dont make me look stupid for doing this before i die."

"There! Stop her!"

Panic and fear grip you as you desperately plea for something to happen. Suddenly, a strange powerful surge of energy course through your veins making the hairs on the back of neck stand up. You then find yourself in darkness.

Several scenes wisk past you, Rhaenyra at Dragonstone; alone at the painted table on the verge of falling asleep. Helaena by the windowsill of the childrens quarters at kings landing; embroidering and looking somber. Aegon in his bedchambers drinking to drown another day away. And little prince luke, tossing and turning in a fevered sweat.

Your mind wanders to Aegon, how he doesnt want to be king, and how this night will be the last he has before it all goes to shit. Youre then in the room with him. It startles him, having a random woman appear before him his half empty cup hits the floor as he stands "wha- who are you?! How did you get in here?!"

"Sshhhh my prince please, im at your mercy! Im only hear as a messager. I need you to listen my beloved prince" you plead, surging forward and and taking his hands gently in yours "something terrible will happen this night. Your father will succumb to his sickness and pass away in his sleep."

"What...? He will..." the revelation seems to knock the wind out of his sails and he sits back down. His hands tremble as they grab back at yours "how do you know? Why are you telling me this?" His voice breaks

"Because. I know you, and know you do not wish to be king. Your mother will have you crowned in the next coming days after his passing, claiming that he whispered your name before he passed. But it is a lie, she misheard him as he lay dreaming within his sleep." You say fudging the truth just a little "if you truly have no wish for the throne. Take your children. Take your wife, and fly swiftly to your sister at dragonstone and bend the knee. She would never harm you, you are her blood."

"But my mother said-"

"She is a mother and will always worrt about her childrens well-being. But she has been manipulated by people who wish to year your family apart. I promise i will explain everything when we meet. There is not enough time to explain it here" you reason, moving your hand to place it on this his cheek. He leans into your touch before you stand and back away. "Go swiftly my sweet prince"

"Please tell me your name!" He cries

"(Name)"

The scene changes and you stand before Helaena, who unlike Aegon is not surpirsed by your presence. "Aegon is coming to collect you. I can assume you know why?"

"Hand turns loom; spool of green spool of black, dragon of flesh weave dragons of thread" she says knowingly. You nod.

"I wish to save you from the fallout of what may happen. You will be happier not being queen." She acknowledges you with a slight smile. "Dear Helaena, prepare the children. We shall meet soon."

By the third change you begin to get the hang of the power, gliding with the flow of power rather than forcing it. A hand on the black queens shoulder startles her awake. But you silence her.

"Something terrible will happen this night my queen, your father will pass tonight due to his illness and in his wife Alicent will try and crown Aegon as king."

"What?!" She says standing and stumbling as the chair hits the floor. Her breathing become panicked as she stares at you with wild eyes "who are you, how are you here and why are you telling me this?!" She stresses anger flaring her nostrils "tell me now!"

"I am but a servant of your my queen. Here to warn. To help. I wish to see you take your rightful place. I have taken steps to bring Aegon and Helaena to you along with their children. They will swear to you and help protect your claim" you soothe, falling to your knees and staring at her. "Aegon does not wish to be king. He will be here on the morrow i swear it."

"And if he is not?" She asks, calm be very clearly skeptical

"Then my name is (Name) and i am at Raventree Hall. You can come collect my head for this slander, and i shall expect the punishment with gladness." You say with confidence "and one more thing, if Aegon does not make it and does become king. Ravens are safer than Dragons. And a mother should always protect her brood. For children alway suffer the worst in war."

This time when the scene changes, you are back in darkness. It begins to morph into a dream, and into a scene you are all to familiar with; the night Aemond lost his eye.

Oh Luke... you must feel terrible about it....

A whimper seems to cut through the screaming and the blood. You walk through the dreamscape, the people swirling and rippling like water as you pass them. You come to Luke, curled into a corner and holding his knees.

"He attacked Baela and Rhaena, he was gonna hurt Jace... i didnt have a choice.... im sorry i didnt want to hurt anyone..." he says softly

"My dear little prince" you say sweetly, crouching next to him.

"Wha-"

"You are in control of this dream. If this is something you do not wish to see. Then there is only one thing to do, simply change it." You grab his hand and get him to stand. "What do you want this dream to be hmm?"

The young prince concentrates and the the room dissolves. It reforms and you see two young boys and sitting on chairs and a man, Laenor, tells them stories while he was at sea. Luke seems to brighten and relax. He looks at you with awe and wonder "who are you?"

"A friend." You smile "however my young prince i do wish to warn you, moreover advise you, a storm may be approaching. And if your tasked with flying your dragon into it, feel no shame if you wish to turn tail and run. Green is an ugly colour of jealousy and envy. Such monsters are the most dangerous when provoked."

"What do you mean?"

"If your mum sends you to storms end my dear princeling.... and if vhagar is there... i wish for you to return. And i can assure you your mother will not be mad." You ruffle his head and stand straight. "But enough of omens and ill tidings. Sleep is for good dreams. Be well, and we shall meet soon"

--- Meanwhile at Raventree ---

"Stop her!"

Gaurds rushed to the sacred weirwood tree, ready to strike and kill the witch that had dared spew foul lies and lay defiled hands on their precious totem. But before they could get close a wild wind all by blew them back.

The leaves rustled beneath their feet as it whipped around the base of the tree and around the girl, who was now laying prone; eyes a milky eyes.

"What is she doing?! She must be casting a spell of some kind! Kill her now before she uses her power to destory the tree!" Someone shouts.

A brave or maybe stupid knight take the plunge. Cautious in his approach, unsure if this helpless form was just a ruse. He raises his sword to strike. But a flurry of feathers beats him to the punch. Several of the ravens, who at this point had remained still, had swooped to attack him. The surprise sends him sprawling to the ground, sword forgotten. Another select few gently perch themselves around and on her, feathers puffed up in threatening gestures as they caw angrily.

"Father... ive never seen them act like this... what is happening?" Benjicot mumbles concern etched into his tone, however his gaze did not move from the scene to see his fathers reaction.

"Maybe this is a sign of new beginnings, maybe this apparant 'witch' you have found my dear boy will be of some help after all..."

"I dont know what this means.... but she must somehow be connected to the old gods, to have had such a reaction touching our tree... especially in the state that it is in..." wonder and curiosity filled him. Ever since the great tree had been poisoned by the cursed Brackens, it had filled the hall with a somber air whenever the Blackwood house would look upon it.

"Father...?"

"Until she awakens none are to disturb her ritual, this is no spell, but a clear sign that the gods put faith in her, that she may heal our tree and our connection to them" Samwell adresses the crowd.

"But my lord, how do you know?" A vassal questions.

"Our tree was poisoned by the Brackens. No leaves have grown on it is years and it has begun to rot. And yet it has drawn her to it, not only this but the ravens sense this connection. They are protecting her. Against us. How can that not be a sign that she is meant to be here. Connected to this tree." He say sternly.

The courtyard falls into silence as they stare at the ravens, cawing protectively over there new friend. A few begin preening the leaves out of her hair. They coo softly.

"When she awakens she will be taken to a guest room and will be provided for. She will also be questioned about what she has seen. Pray to the gods that she is will bless us with good news."

The crowd begins to dispurse but Benji seems to linger. Why had he been so adamant in bringing her here? They still did not know her name or house or why she had been in the godswood in the first place.

Just who was this mad witch?

[littledigits]

What is your take on the current animation industry and the way its heading for AI and job hiring? Ngl its looking a little bleak and I would love to hear your insight!

HOO. This is going to be a long one, but good question. Please keep in mind I am but one person with my one opinion.

I'm going to give you a little context to what was leading up to the job bust, the shit reality, and the hopeful conclusion.

Its always been a completive industry and unfortunately it will more-so for the next little while, even compared to when I graduated. The reality is, the animation industry GREW SO MUCH over the streaming services greenlighting projects to a point where I was like . WHERE ARE ALL THESE CARTOONS GOING. It felt like we went from nothing to a ton and was amazing that so much work was going around (looking back we see why it was too good to be true) A lot of schools and studios responded to this by growing as well. This means while it may recover, I dont see a way that it could reach the highs we had in the 2015-2021 period - because that wasn't representative of a sustainable model or a model they were planning on sticking with forever.

So the streaming bubble popped, and a lot of the reason why it popped was because streaming wasn't as lucrative when everyone joins in. This is the reality of working under the umbrella of Hollywood companies. Mergers happened, projects got pulled - and it probably wouldn't have seemed as big if we didn't have THE MOST JOBS EVER like, just a year before. It was a big rug pull. With the huge growth came a steep fall and all of it because of bad investments and choices of the people with the money. aka, we all wanted to chase someone elses idea thats making money for them and it didnt pay off - which leads me to AI.

While AI is scary and will do/is doing damage, it will not last forever. The industry only looks like its heading this way because the people who like AI are desperate to make it work, so they're pushing at it from all angles despite no AI company being profitable. ( once companies see that its not going to make them money they will drop it ) Its really nothing but a glorified pattern and predictive text machine that of course looks impressive when you feed it oodles of data. People who live on linked in and drink management courses like its water think that sort of shit is impressive, but they dont actually know how it works and just buy into the tech industry hype cycle . What we're seeing is them trying to make fetch happen, and it wont. (some useful bits will stay around but it doesnt 'think', a lot of this is just pure fakery)

You can trace a lot of things that lost jobs to bad investments from people higher up, who just jump around to different jobs when they make a mistake, or just simply get a bonus.

Its a symptom of the greater issue which is the monopoly of people in media and tech, which have been merging over the years with digital streaming. Lack of regulation in industries since the 80s has lead to a lot of the shit you see all around you, and it starts to be controlled by people who only want numbers goup. Overall , I think the animation industry in north America is entirely too controlled by the major studios and broadcasters, and that's going to be a tricky thing to navigate since they're very mask off about what their intentions are at this point. Its a growth-at-all-cost mindset that leads to things like AI, so while im confidant that what we see as 'ai' will die , we do have to realize as artists that as long as these people are in charge they will always try to find a way to cut the bottom line and not invest in the industry.

Its totally reasonable to feel bleak, but that's the intent. They want people to have to settle for less, and they want them to forget a time that it was better. Demoralization is part of the tactics, and 'starving' people out of jobs so they're easier to negotiate with is extremely common and pretty much what is happening right now. And this is exactly why you're seeing more union push from lots of industries because we're ALL being taken advantage of here. While it feels hopeless, this actually puts us much more in line with the artists and storytellers before us. They were up against the same people fighting the same fight, they were just called communists haha. Different words, same tactics, but the history of moments like this in the entertainment industry is more common then the shiny package we tend to grow up idolizing . ( its good to admire but we do often put these products up on a pedestal to our detriment )

The industry will survive, and it will change into something different which is GOOD. Because what it is right now, while workable and still full of things I enjoy - is NOT sustainable. And if we want to keep the skills of 2d animation, stop motion or any sort of creative trade to continue, we NEED sustainability. This is why collective action is so important, and so is diversity in the amounts of media we have! For example

YOUTUBE INDIE ANIMATION IS KICKING BROADCASTERS ASSES RIGHT NOW AND THEY NOTICE IT.

And while there are ups and downs regardless if you work in a small studio or a large one, I am hopeful that the conversations I've been seeing will spark change. Because as sucky as it is , compared to the rest of my time in the industry ( i think im on like 16 or 17 years now ) , I've never seen so much engagement or even discussion on the topic which says a lot. I think as artists we are always up for putting a lot of hard work into our skills, I think if enough of us point that passion into our community and collective action, we can start building an industry that does not have such a power imbalance, and that starts with community, education and engagement ! ( learning about the history of unions/animation/hollywood/workers rights,and then sharing that stuff! just through convo like this !) I hope this gives you some perspective, its something we're going to have to work at, but not something that is impossible. A lot of how the animation industry functions is not great, but what matters is that we work to make it better and the people who HAVE been doing that work are the ones that you want to find. They are the people with the proactive solutions to show you how to take power back. It helps fight the bleak feeling <3 tldr :

the solution is that as much as it sucks we try to make it better for those who come after us - and you can be involved in that job or not ! even just by supporting or being aware. This isnt animation is all careers, we're all effected by the same thing.

never forget.

[snowyquokka]

SECRET SECRET

K. SEUNGMIN

chapter 1

cw: swearing, fem reader, academic rivals, angst if you squint, both like each other but wont admit it

wc: 1.2k

a.n - welcome to my first full fic !! im super excited to share this and im actually really proud of it. happy reading <3

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You’re sitting at your usual spot in the library on your college campus when a book is slammed down on your table, ripping a yelp from your chest as you practically jump out of your skin. You look up to see a smug grin splayed on full, pale pink lips.

Brown eyes sparkle back at you mischievously and before he even opens his mouth, you just know he’s going to say something to purposely aggravate you.

“I don’t want to know, nor do I care.” you grumble before turning back to your book.

“Where the Crawdads Sing.” Seungmin hums, “Didn’t know you had taste,” You ignore him and turn the page.

He huffs and plops down in the seat next to you, his knee brushing against yours as he does.

You snap your head up and admit defeat, placing a bookmark where you left off.

“Since you so rudely interrupted me,”

He rolls his eyes in response to your complaint, “Here we go again,”

“Don’t give me that.” you snap, “You came over here unannounced while I was clearly doing something. So tell me, what is it that you want to brag about now? Hm? Perfect score on the English essay? No wait- I know, you’ve finally succeeded in ass kissing every professor in the building.”

The entire time you were ranting, Seungmin sat with his chin in his palm, face angled towards you. His grin never faltered, which in turn only pissed you off more.

You snap your book shut and move to stand before you feel a hand tug on your sleeve, forcing you to sit.

“I didn’t come over here to brag,” Seungmin readjusts in his chair so his knees are poking the side of your bare thigh, the sudden contact sending warmth throughout you.

“I was hoping we could- I don’t know. Maybe we could be at least civil with each other?.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and your eyes widen.

“C-Civil?” you sputter while searching his face for any trace of ulterior motives.

He nods and fidgets a little. That’s when you realize that he’s nervous.

Seungmin is anything but nervous when it comes to talking to you. He’s always confident while spewing whatever insults he can think of on the spot.

“I uhm- I think I owe you an apology.”

“Excuse me?” That’s not what you meant to say.

Though, you’re fairly certain that whatever you were going to say would’ve come out ten times worse.

“Yeah.” he winces, “Fuck- you know I’m bad at this kind of stuff,” Seungmin huffs and runs a hand through his blonde hair.

“I’m sorry for being a dick,” his broad shoulders deflate and he looks like a weight was literally lifted off of him.

“You’re sorry?”

“Will you stop repeating me?” he scowls.

You can’t help but giggle a little, he couldn’t last two minutes into an apology without looking or sounding annoyed.

“‘M sorry. I just,” you bite your lip to stifle another laugh, “I didn’t think I’d live to see the day that Kim Seungmin apologized for- well, anything.”

He grumbles something incoherently and pushes his knee farther into your thigh. You swallow hard and look behind him at the now very interesting bookshelf.

Seungmin sighs and gets up without another word and leaves. You watch as he rounds the corner and slips through the door.

“What the hell just happened,” you blink and whisper to yourself.

After his sudden apology, Seungmin has avoided you for an entire week now. He won’t even spare you a glance. You’re complaining about it to your best friend, Hyunjin, who also happens to be close with Seungmin.

Small world.

“Look, I don’t know exactly what happened but, like, could you maybe talk to him about it? He’s been killing the mood lately.” Hyunjin brings his iced americano to his lips while you form a bewildered expression.

“Me? You want me to talk to him?” you scoff and lean back in your chair, “Why should I have to? He apologized, I listened. End. Of. Story.”

“Why are you always so stubborn,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, placing his coffee on the table.

“Ridiculous. Absolutely fucking ridiculous.” you huff and pinch the bridge of your nose. Hyunjin gives you an ‘are you serious’ look.

“If I let you put his number in my phone, will you shut up about it?” He grins and holds out his hand for you to give your phone to him. “And you’re buying me another coffee.”

[You] - cheer up

[Intellectual Demon] - who is this?

[You] - jinnie said that you’ve been a real downer since apologizing to me

[Intellectual Demon] - it’s not even that bad

[You] - i can feel the frown radiating off of you rn

[You] - it’s your aura.

Seungmin smiles to himself proudly. After all, it was his idea to get Hyunjin to give you his number.

Now all he has to do is convince you to meet with him. He’s got it all mapped out; you’ll meet with him at his place, he’ll confess, you’ll reciprocate his feelings and you live happily ever after.

The guy gets the girl, like he always does. It’s a simple, foolproof plan.

Right?

“Yeah, no thanks. I’m good.”

Wrong.

Seungmin was so wrong. Immediately after you pick up the phone he’s already hit with a groan and a ‘what do you want now?’ Nonetheless, he pushed through and asked you to go to his place. You declined, which shouldn’t have surprised him, but it does. Seungmin thought that if he apologized all would be forgiven and you would be more willing to speak to him.

Though, he can only blame himself. He fell-and crashed- first, hard. Instead of admitting his feelings to you, and himself, he tried his hardest to distance himself from you, making you find him unbearable to be around. It worked, of course.

Seungmin wishes it didn’t. He wishes he would’ve just grown a pair and told you. He wishes he didn’t feel so unlovable.

You, on the other hand, have attempted to make your attraction obvious. Someone can only take so much rejection, however. You stopped flirting, stopped even looking in his direction at one point. Seungmin made it crystal clear that he wanted nothing to do with you, and now that he’s apologized you can’t help but catch those feelings all over again.

“Please, just- what do I need to do for you to come here?” Seungmin’s voice echoes through your head, bouncing off the sides as you feel yourself slowly start to give in.

You seriously should stop being a pushover.

“Send me your address, I’ll be there soon.” There’s a pause at the end of the line when Seungmin mutes himself and screams into his pillow.

tags: @godslino @skzstarnet @anakin-sweetheart

dividers: @chaeneuu

[iwanty0uu]

Heyyy how yall doin! Me? im just chillin thinkin about how onyankopon loves carribean girls

(im literally saying this because im jamaican but anyway)

N/N MEANS NICK NAME BTW!

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You whined your hips as your favorite song came on, touching your waist and breasts all while making eye contact with the tall darkskin boy through the crowd. Your best friend Mikasa always hosted the best parties, and always had the best playlists. Fever by Vybez Cartel rung through the speakers as you straightened yourself up and walked towards the figure across from you. You felt his dark lustful eyes burning through you and it turned you on but continued to ignore the the wetness and the butterflies in between your thighs.

You met the tall boy with a simple smile, well aware of how intimidating he looked while towering over you, but still managed to hold eye contact which caught his attention. He knew he looked intimidating, but it was always a nice surprise when a bold girl made the first move.He was practically eye fucking you. Your tight black dress held together by crisscross strings emphasized the curve in your torso ,while the dress flattered the mounds on your chest and made your ass nearly pour out of the bottom of your outfit. The red tattoo on your side barley showing but just enough to show the vine and hibiscus flowers which wrapped around to your lower back. Leaning over you to get a better view of your tattoo, he focused on your back dimples and couldnt help but smile to himself.

“Where u from pretty girl?” he questioned as he placed his drink down, leaning up against the wall behind him. Although the music blared, his deep voice felt like it penetrated every sound in the house, making his words clear, sharp, and only for your ears. You smiled as you flipped your hair over your shoulder revealing a gold chain in the shape of your homeland. “Born and raised” you replied as he smiled. “Ouu you Caribbean girls are dangerous, i hear yall cheat a lot, Im Ony by the way.” His smile was perfect, the pool in your underwear felt like it soaked through your short black dress, shiittt if he was thirsty you had a perfect beverage for him but i digress. “I’m y/n and you can come find out yourself, i meann i wont cheat unless you give me a reason too” ..your confidence could easily make a man’s dick wet,and if ony didnt have on them ksubi jeans the pre cum in his boxers would be visible.

“n/n you is a trip, can i call you n/n? imma call you n/n and if i hear anybody else calling you that imma kill them” he said as he faked a deadpan face. He was funny, he actually made you laugh, he was the first dude you met who wasnt the actual joke in your life. “boy bye everyone calls me that, you finna have a long ass hitlist then hun” you said as you rested your hand on your waist. He looked you up and down again and laughed “stop eye fucking me” you said cockily. Now to be fair, you were doing it first, thats why he stared back at you while you were dancing, and you did want to get to know him more. So, you grabbed his hand, as walked backwards slowly through the crowd. You knew you looked good and fucked good so your confidence was on one hundred tonight

“Hey, lets go back to my place and get to know eachother more..I mean you look all lonely standing here in the corner by yourself sooo we can def be friends” you couldnt resist his ass, and its obvious that he was feelin you too, but you wanted to get to know him more for real, i mean its not like fuckin him till your jaw locked didnt cross your mind once or twice but your intentions werent JUST to use him for his body, sexual thoughts are part of human nature and you just so happened to have some about the fine black man in the room! honest! He did look like he could be some good entertainment for however long he planned on staying in your life, there’s nothing wrong with a boy toy or two.. “Ony baby do you got a girl? i dont wanna be playin in nobody face looking dumb now..” You aren’t insecure, but everybody and they momma cheats in new york.. so theres nothing wrong with asking. “absolutely not..i gotta stay loyal to my girl” he said as he stopped you and gave you a twirl as he held your hand. hm, bold..

Turning back around while he opened the front door for you, it was already set in Onyankopon’s mind that you two would be more than friends..more than bestfriends at that, and he would know all about your favorite things, and your favorite parts. And if you were sure about one thing in your life, it would be that he would be yours by the end of the night, and he knew which set of girls did it the best. Walking off of the front lawn he opened the passenger door for you and quickly ran to the drivers side.

“manner-able too” you thought to yourself looking pleased. “So Ms.Y/n,” he said taking a sigh and turning the ac on low, causing the pine tree air freshener to dance around the rear-view mirror. “Who taught you how to whine like that? Im a visual learner by the way..” he said as he licked his lips and smiled, looking even finer in the low car light which illuminated his grills and nose piercing, rubbing his hands together showing his gold watch which sat pretty, almost as pretty as you on his wrist, accenting his thick veiny hands. Polished fingers looking so delicate and so clean, so glossy yet so rough. Everything about him was fine, and looked expensive.

His clean white shirt didnt have to be name brand to make his outfit hard.. damn was he good at existing, everything about him was so clean and polished. He is aesthetically pleasing to the eye which not a lot of people are. You couldnt stop looking at him in this lighting.. the low dim lights of the party didnt bring out all of his features as well as the car light did. Around his eyebrow rested a small but noticeable scar and a double slit eyebrow made his sharp features even more attractive.

“Lemme take a picture of your fine ass to make this view last longer” you said while grabbing your phone to snap a quick pic, quickly opening snap since their camera was the best. “i would send it to you but i dont have your number, here put it in” he laughed at your demand for his number. “You want me to drop you home? and you still aint answer my question mama” he added on determined.

“I’ll answer it when i get home, its still early so you can come up with me till youre ready to leave, but until then..” you said as you pulled him close and pecked him on his lips, “whats your favorite color?”

Boy are you in for the RIDE of your life..

guysss i hope you enjoyed this i feel like im getting back in the groove with this writing thing this was also long as fuck😭 so please give me any tips and tell me if you liked it! Big up my carribean people and give me some scenario ideas!😋~ ℒℯ𝓁ℯ<3

[mxqdii]

all i want is a part 3 to i like u like that

what happened? - c.b

pairings: colby brock x reader

summary: part 3 of like you like that series!

warning(s): hospitals, memory loss

not proofread

"who are you?" is the question that made colbys heart stop

not literally, but he might as well have died right then and there because the girl he confessed his love to now has no memory of him

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"do you know who this is?" the nurse asks

"yeah thats sam" i say confidently and she nods

"okay good, what about her?" she asks

"yeah thats kat" i say and she nods again

"and what about him?" she points to the boy

"i dont know" i mumble

the boy sighs, sam putting a hand on his shoulder

"y/n, this is colby." sam says, pointing to him

i just sit there blankly, not knowing what to say, i cant say nice to meet you if i already know him, fuck i wish i could remember

the next few hours are spent by sam and kat trying to remind me who colby is, telling me stories, showing pictures, everything they can think of

suddenly, i burst into tears, putting my face in my hands

"what? whats wrong?" kat says

"just get out, please, all of you." i say, looking at the three of them

kat sighs, signaling the guys to leave as well.

they all walk out of the room and i pick up my phone, dialing my brothers number

"hello?" he says, answering immediately

"hi matt." i say

"are you okay? we heard about the accident and we're flying to LA in an hour" he says and i smile, sniffing at the same time

"yeah- i-im fine" i say

"why are you crying? what happened?" he asks

"i dont remember who colby is.." i say, almost ashamed

"what?" he asks, confused

"the guy- colby, sam and kat have spent hours trying to get me to remember him but i just dont- and apparently we're dating or something and now theres all these expectations they want from me and i cant-" my rambling gets stopped by matts voice

"okay hold on, calm down. first of all, you and colby are not dating. who told you that??" he asks

"they said we love eachother" i say

"whos they?" matt asks

"sam and kat..?" i say

"well you've never said anything about dating colby, y/n. why would they tell you that if its not true.." matt says

"um.. i dont know.." i say

suddenly i hear an intercom over the phone

FLIGHT 128 BOSTON TO LA, BOARDING NOW

"listen- i gotta go but we'll be there in a couple hours okay?" matt says

"okay.." i say nervously

"dont let anybody in okay?" matt says

"i wont.." i reply

we say our goodbyes and i sit there, feeling uneasy

why would sam and kat, my two best friends, lie to me. saying me and this guy love eachother?? am i just not supposed to trust my best friends now?

i spend the next 30 minutes calling my other friends like tara, jake and johnnie, asking if i ever mentioned a relationship with colby

they all say no.

what the fuck??

what happened?

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A/N: aaaah some angst! lmk if yall want part 4 😇

TAGLIST:

@opheliaofficial07 @stargirlv0id @strniolo @annaisabookworm @theperson-nextdoor  @its-jennarose @thetriplets3 @anythingsamandcolby @richardsamboramylove55 @maddie-1360 @hairinurbutt

[cosmic-nopedog]

Could you possibly share more of your kirakira swap au... it is very inch resting to me!! (also- cute art :D)

THANK YOU, I AM GOING INSANE WITH NO ONE OTHER THAN MY BROTHER TO TALK ABT THIS OH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDD

ok ok so, its a very simple swap au as i've said and im gonna be shooo honest with youo, its ciel x ichika, i like the ship i think they are cute together SO ITS GOING TO HAPPEN, BUT ANYWAYS THIS IS GOING TO BE KINDA LONG

In this au, ichika is a fairy from strawberry mountain, and goes off to paris to learn about sweet making like ciel in the og, however unlike ciel, she goes alone and does learn from jean pierre and gets shot into the lime light, but the thing is that she kinda feels like somethings missing.

yeah she makes a lot of kiraru with her technique alone and her passion for sweets making but it feels a lil.. empty, she is a very lonely girl and at the beginning very clumsy [its still ichika cmon dsfjn vg] so she kinda also has this like BIG imposter syndrome thing going on, she masks it well enough for PR and what not but shes kinda worried that this all is just a big stroke of luck and some day shes going to inevitably fail.

I will say i do have kind of a storyline in mind so bear with me dfkjbnjkdf.

Anyways, she goes on her life in paris as Uzuki Ichika: Prodigy Patissiere [am still making the au so bear with me for there will be changes here n there] and nothing more, UNTIL, she runs into Usami Satomi [aka Ichika's mom in the og storyline] and they talk, and she learns that Satomi is a doctor and lives in strawberry mountain and all that stuff and shes in paris temporarily as part of her job, and i want them SOMEHOW i've yet to really think about all the details to develop a sorta soft ish guardian&kid relationship like, thats not ur kid but might as well be type thing.

ANYWAYS, after enough time [yet to be determined] i feel like ichika starts confiding in Satomi alot of the feelings she has going on and Satomi brings up the idea of taking a break and going back to like her home town, and Ichika does agree and all [BUT I WANT SOME REALISM HERE RIGHT not too much tho we still have fun,] but does bring up the fact that she probably wont have a place to stay if she does so [excuses cus she could very much so stay with the fairies] and CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG but a long time ago i did read something about how if you know like, a family in a country well enough they can like take u in for some time? like Adopt you so tospeak AGAIN I MIGHTVE HALLUCINATED THIS but if not yeah, THATS what happens.

So shes staying with the Usami's! yay! well just the dad cus Satomi does have to travel cus of her job n what not, and goes back to strawberry mountain to hopefully clear her head and maybe remember why she did all of this in the first place.

THATS THAT ON ICHIKA, which im going to be sho honest with you, shes the one i've like thought abt the most, mainly cus i like making the pink cures depressed kdsnbjkfdb BUT ALSO because shes in SUCH a situation and i find that inchresting.

I WILL ALSO SAY, im not swapping everyone, just ciel n ichika, mainly cus i find making ichika a fairy and ciel a cringe fail amateur patissiere very fun and inchresting BUT I DIGRESS.

NOW, AS FOR CIEL, shes a normal girl that has just moved into strawberry mountain, ysee, she is originally from strawberry mountain but moved out at some point in her life and decided to sort of move back in to take care of her grandmother who still recides in there, Rio also came along with her cus I LOVE MY SIBLING DYNAMICS OK.

SPEAKING OF, the way i see their dynamic is that they are very close and yes they stil have their shared interest in sweets and what not but ciel is more of a What happens if I double the amount of batter type interest and Rio is more of a Watches 3 bilion youtube videos on alot of recepies that he sometimes asks ciel if they can try out. Which ofcousre has a very diverse rate of success kdjfhbjbk.

They have the Passion and all the Feelings into it but Not alot of technical skill, I do think they meet Pekorin the same way Ichika met Pekorin in the og story, AND I DO WANT TO MAKE RIO A CURE, HE WILL BE A CURE I WILL MAKE THIS HAPPEN.

OH speaking of, i did kinda change Ichikas and Ciel's cure names, Ichika is now Cure Meringue and Ciel is now Cure Velvet.

AND THATS PRETTY MUCH WHAT I HAVE LIEK SOLIDIFIED AS OF RN!!!

I do have some liek spare thoughts here and there like, Ichika and Pekorin Have a sybling dynamic slash are actual sisters and at somepoint i want ichika to get stained in shadow maybe same with Rio but i have yet to figure out a cohesive storyline for that, BUT I WILL FIGURE IT OUTTTTT!!!

Also do NOT spoil me shit, I have NOT finished Kirakira Precure as of rn, IM CLOSE BUT NOT THERE YET.

LAST THING: i will call this AU very simply Strawberry Meringue Au

That is all.

[kezzanza]

im not even going to pretend i know jude more than anyone else. but it's honestly so irritating how so many people (fans but haters ESPECIALLY) think they know jude so fucking well. erling gets a bild "dressing room cancer" article and it was irrelevant in weeks as it should be. JUDEE gets one and i dont think ill ever stop seeing it and its 2024. even before he joined madrid everyone and their mother said him and vini will basically blow up the dressing room. didn't happen. kylian coming soon and thats already all we hear. probably wont happen AGAIN.

there's people crying that jude forgot bvb. i clicked on random malen post in march this year and jude was right THERE in those comments. jude forgot about bvb but when jude sent hummels "all the best mate" comment on his post about leaving the team some fans said it's pr. jude doesn't like every single bvb player. is that a crime? gio, haaland, renier, sancho were judes closest friends in bvb. those are who jude talks about most. whats the issue? they more or less still keep contact on ig or during games and they were in bvb. how can jude forget bvb if he literally talks to these guys or do the goalposts shift again?

english media and their wish to bring down players targeting jude AGAIN. apparently jude is only liked by taa? so why do rice saka and kobbii comment on his posts? why do england training videos have an entire section thats just jude hugging people? stone stoney, shaw, konsa ... ive literally seen every single one of them hugging jude WILLINGLY for gods SAKEEE!!!

when hes nice, it pr. he's lil broing players. he's trying to hard to be a captain. when hes the tiniest bit unpalatable, its ego and its bc he's in madrid. jude used to get in fights mid match in bvb like hes so calm right now, are being serious? jude will never be the mild and easy going black player they want him to be!!! he is not an angel and doesn't have to be. he's young and confident and loves win. he will do whatever to win. he gets very frustrated when he looses. is it a crime?? did he pick on someone else as be the reason they lost? did he say southgate is shit? did he throw a shoe at someone? GROW UPPPPPP!!

[lovesickbtch]

Lo'ak dealing with drunk reader

THATS RIGHT IM BACK BITCHES

Pairing : Aged up!Lo'ak x Drunk f!reader

Summary : Lo'ak, Neteyam, Kiri and Reader go to a small abandoned building. Reader finds some type of alcohol and drinks a littleeee bit too much, moving to sit on Lo'ak in the corner. He realises how much more ditzy she is and takes care of her. Best friends to lovers wohoo.

Warnings : NSFW, Alcohol use, Degrading, Dry humping,u

Notes : YES IM BACK YALL I WONT GIVE AN EXCUSE FOR NOT POSTING, IM GLAD TO BE BACK. Oh and also I might be like this a bit often so sry lol

"I think I found it?" Lo'ak pointed ugto an abandoned shack in the distance.

"We'll be quick alright? Before it gets dark." Neteyam replied.

The four of you heading into building with Kiri leading the way.

"Bleugh It smells horrible in here" She held her nose.

"This better be worth it"

The four of you were looking for things from the sky people, a human had been living there for a few years before they had gotten killed.

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After venturing for a few minutes Kiri had turned on something which played some type of "sky people music" and you had found a bottle of some type of clear liquid.

"Lo'ak wanna do a challenge?" You asked.

"Ehhh depends what's the challenge?"

You hold up the bottle showing it to him.

"Whoever drinks the most"

"Y/n I don't know if you should drink th-"

You pop open the bottle smelling inside. It had a bitter scent, not smelling how you thought it would.

"Hm- seems good to me! You still sure you don't want any?"

You wave the bottle in his face.

"Nah I'm good, just don't start crying to me when you don't feel so good."

He replied in a mocking tone walking into the lounge area.

"Well- more for me"

You look inside the bottle checking for anything before take a large sip of the drink. Soon turning into a quiet coughing fit.

"Woah that does not taste normal"

You take one more sip, with it being a lot more than before placing the bottle on a shelf nearby.

"Ew why did I do that"

You soon forget what had just happened, shifting over to see what Lo'ak was up to.

"I'm surprised your dumbass is still awake, you'll probably get sick from that"

He was sitting on a small couch, his legs spread across the chair.

"Y/n look at this"

He held up a snowglobe shaking it around at focusing on it quite a bit.

You were interested in it too, but for some reason you felt like moving closer to Lo'ak. Too close, but you soon after could feel your legs getting wobbly.

"H-hey Lo'ak can I just-"

Your ass landed right on his crotch him.

"Y-y/n are you alright??"

He was suprised at first, but seeing your eyes lowered and your face flustered.

" 'm sorry" you said trying to move up.

He held you down with his hands around your waist.

"No Y-y/n are you alright? What happened?"

Sure you've sat in his lap a few times but usually it was just with some light hearted jokes.

But right now did not feel like a joke.

You sat back in his lap with one of his legs separating your thighs.

"I- I dunno, can we stay like this?"

"U-uh y-yea just-"

He was too flustered to think of a proper answer, too focused on your body on top of his.

After a few minutes a conversation was going and he started to feel a bit more confident. You however started to feel dizzy and hot.

Being so close to him, your bodies connected. You could feel his warm breath flowing down your neck. Not to mention your core was resting right on top of his thigh, which didn't help because of your horny and dazed state.

He was rambling about some funny events about him and his siblings, being so caught up with what he was saying that he didn't realise what you were up to.

You found yourself slowly sliding yourself up and down his thigh, slow enough to look like nothing's happening from afar.

Even you didn't realise what you were doing till later on. He did though, he was so flustered. The thought of you getting off of his thigh, he thought he was dreaming. But he couldn't let this moment go to waste, so he watched you as you cutely moved around on him.

You could feel the build up of how damp your clothed cunt was, too tired to care about him slutty you felt.

You slightly picked up the pace, making your heavy breathing hard to control.

You looked up at him regretting everything you'd done. This was the worst way to show a friend your true feelings for them. Especially when you're seconds away from cumming.

His eyes were glued to your body movement, the way your thighs were gliding across his.

He could feel your hot cunt getting rubbed all over him. He watched how your perky tits moving in sync with your hips.

"What's wrong? Done already? Surely you aren't, not a dirty girl like you"

Your eyes widened in embarrassment and terror.

You got up straight away but his pair of arms were glued around your waist.

"I don't think your finished yet, cmon get to work"

[delcakoo]

i’m sure most ppl expected this so i’m not gonna make a big deal out of it but!! yes i am going on hiatus for an unspecified amount of time.

it’s honestly quite simple, i’ve just been losing interest in most aspects of kpop aside from the music, which makes writing for it a lot harder than before. i also dealt with a lot of burn out for months and still forced myself to write which only made it worse. lastly, i’m an executive of two clubs at my school this year on top of all my classes, so finding time to write would be even worse than it was before :’) !

YEAh that’s kinda it! for now my works will stay up, moots can dm me for my disc/spotify!! even if we’ve barely spoken pspsps i wanna stalk ur music cmere 🤲 a special shout out to my emoji anons too, you’re all amazing people ilysm, especially those that have been stuck with me for so long <3 (u know who u are!!)

i’ll try and check in here every so often to chat, esp if a new comeback for enha/txt happens!! love u guys and stay safe <3 you may send an ask if u have any questions!

extra stuff i wanna say to moots below! (it’s all word vomits i’m sorry)

RAVEN. MY WIFEY. my BELOVED blr wont let me tag u but you already know i adore u sm playing roblox with u is so fun even if that one banana game was kinda ass!! 💖 thank u for being so so sweet when putting up with me all the time and raising our fav corgi daughter with sm love <3 i hope u get more confidence in ur writing because your fics are always so creative and well written, and in yourself too bc a certain mf thats name starts with J and ends with N is MISSING OUT. 🙄🙄 ok im still gna be annoying u all the time so. bye ig….. smooches

@seongclb katto u deserve an award for putting up with me in dms ilysm 😞 watching the promised neverland together brought me so much joy and i still have a ss of you calling gilda a tractor ok i love u!!!! i would read your fics all day any day u are so talented and ur photography skills are amazing, i hope we get to keep in touch WE SHOULD FIND ANOTHER SHOW TO WATCH TGTHER !!!!! i need to fix your lack of anime knowledge ‼️ PLS KEEP WRITING AS WELL ENHABLR NEEDS U!!!!

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@sunoksunny sunny <3 my other gf. i remember our first vc u had this goofy pfp i cant remember what it was but like u are so easy to talk to and funny?! and PRETTY??? your fits are always stunning and your singing is beautiful ugh the whole package fr… and. we need. to play. genshin!!! I REDOWNLOADED IT FOR U OK WE WILL DISCUSS THIS SOON!! ILY

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[takeurexam]

dynasty || XI

genre:

non idol au, time travel, romance, rivals to allies to friends to lovers, crown prince to emperor taehyun, reader gets appointed as an concubine

pairing(s):

non idol!taehyun x reader

(warning, this does not reflect the REAL idols personality, and no smut will be written to respect the idol, and i am not comfortable as well, and the taehyun in this ff is not the actual taehyun)

story:

in which you, an excellent law student about to graduate collage suddenly gets dragged into the past, meeting the famous-fawned over emperor of the kang's dynansty. but you getting dragged into this mess was beyond a mystery, and it seems like you have something deep to discover. meddling with the past is a risky decision after all.

>dynasty masterlist

11. Anticipate

The sound of the crunch of the soil comes from your shoes as you hold your skirt up to your knees to avoid dragging it through the dirt, while you and your maiden make your way back to your chamber.

"Woah! The sunset looks cool." You notice an orange hue shine through your eyes, which you immediately cover, but you soon realize it was the shine of the astonishing sunset right infront of your eyes.

You continue walking, the fading orange light shining towards the shadow of the two of you while heading towards your chamber.

A thought suddenly crosses your mind, as you swiftly look at Hong-Yeon, as she jumps, taken aback. "Hong-Yeon, how is the Imperial Crown Prince treated usually by the royal court?" She holds her chest, clearly startled. She breathes deeply, calming down.

She thinks for a while, "He's treated with respect." Something lacked in her answer, and you knew it. "Hong-Yeon, answer me honestly." You cross your arms, as the two of you are brought to a halt.

"He's usually treated as an puppet, with the impression that he will become like his father. I used to serve the Crown Prince once, and he seems very different from the Emperor, and he is very intellegent." She squeaks out all of it in detail, remembering her moments where she served the boy himself.

"Does the Emperor know of his talents?" You scratch your hair, mind full of new information. Hong-Yeon hums, before answering. "For now, I dont think so. He's been hiding it to prevent any conflict from families or avoiding to be used." She nods.

"Woah. Kang Taehyun might be smarter than I think, or he's just pure stupid sometimes." You laugh, as the young maiden prays inside her mind she wont be beheaded soon, because of your innapropriate words about the Prince.

Noticing the dark night roaming around the palace, you think about how dangerous it is for a concubine to walk around at night, with no eunuchs or court ladies.

"Aren't concubines supposed to be by their chambers by now? How cruel would it be if something were to happen to the concubine favored by the Empress." A chuckle erupts behind you, as you widen your eyes, thinking it was someone unfamilliar.

You take a breath, before throwing your fist at the person behind you. "Take this!" You scream, confidently as the punch fails immediately.

The man catches your fist with his palm, as he chuckles. "Is it so dark that my bright face cant even provide light to you, or is it that you're so blind?" Speak of the devil, Kang Taehyun. You scoff, pulling your fist back towards you.

"Your Imperial Highness!" Hong-Yeon bows, as you just stare at her with a brow raised. She pushes your back down, making you bow at the Prince. "Ow!" You escape Hong-Yeon's grip, underestimating the girl's strength.

"I thought it was a creep... you kinda sound like an old man, to be honest." You step back, crossing your arms and glaring at the man before you. He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"Im quite hurt, after our long history of interactions." He smirks, obviously teasing you. You roll your eyes, with your glare still around him.

He maintains his smirk, "Well, how about I escort you back to your chambers? Its not safe for a concubine like you to walk back after being publicly announced to be favored by the Empress?" You curse under your breath, hoping the worst for this man. But he was right- something could have happened if he had not arrived, because the awfully quiet and empty palace was suspicious.

Thinking about it, you would not want to risk your life either. Along with your maiden's. Its either making rumours or getting hurt.

"Okay, fine. Since you insist anyways, and I would not like to be hurt in any way." He laughs at your answer, as you just scoff at him and walk into the right direction, with Hong-Yeon trailing over you.

"Hey, wait!" He catches up, tagging along your journey.

"So, care to tell me why you're representing the Choi family? Have you put them in a daze?" He laughs at his own joke, while you roll your eyes. "Its a long story. If not for Beomgyu, I would've been eating fice soup all day." You swear you almost drool thinking about the delicious broth.

He merely chuckles, putting his arms behind his back, maintaining posture. "Well, I was suprised when someone like you would enter the palace."

Now that you think about it, entering the palace was a pretty bad move. Yet it would be the only way to enjoying your life once everything goes well. "Im aware, yet its pretty much a part of my goal." You respond, his words engraved in your mind.

"You have goals?" He laughs, his stomach hurting until he couldn't breathe anymore. "I hope you choke!" You furrow your brows.

"Well, we're already here anyway. Dont wish for something that bad, it hurts me." He smirks, presenting the chambers you resided in. "Have a good night, My Lady." He grabs your hand to tease you, but you pull it back, wiping his print off.

"You're gross." You feel the need to slap him, but you hold back. You dont wanna cause a problem and get you beheaded any time sooner.

Atleast you got back safely.

"The sky looks so nice today!" You smile, yawning from the long rest you just had a few minutes ago. A nice morning walk was the first agenda to do this morning. The palace's wind was cold, as if you were in a tall mountain. But the beautiful sunrise saved the trip, as you thanked the sun for rising and giving you a new tomorrow.

"I wonder whats the next test." You rest your arms into a stone balcony, where you can absorb all the cold winds. "It must be challenging for some stupid people."

Honestly, you were slowly getting used to life in another time. Some things may be missing that were present in the modern times, but that wasn't something to worry too much about.

"Rebirth..." A word that can describe your situation, as if giving you a whole new life. "There must be a purpose."

"Well, Hong-Yeon and Court Lady Choi might go crazy once I dissapear so I should go back before they send a whole army." You put your coat into your figure, covering you.

You walk back to the path you took, which was easy to identify due to the close distance between the balcony and your chambers.

"I see." You hear a voice on the wall beside you, as you quickly hide into a corner as they both marched towards the path. They stop in the middle, which they seemed to be discussing something.

"Must we really sabotoge a poor woman?" The aristrocat in richer clothing spoke, meanwhile the one in less flamboyant clothing nodded. "The Governor is paying a lot for it, we must do the job." They tried whispering to each other, which was horrible because you could still hear them.

"Heres the thing," The richer one puts his hands on his hips. "The test will start, and one of the concubine's will be delayed and come late. My Lord did not say who, but it is someone. The Empress removes points from concubines who do not follow the time, and sometimes result into a low chance of becoming a royal."

You listen in, as a concubine. "I cant be the one sabatoged!" You shake your head, bringing your nails to your mouth, biting them. "How cruel can people be."

"And what are you doing?" A voice reaches out to you, as you turn your head into the direction you had no sight on. Suprised, you see the Crown Prince right beside you, in training clothing.

It brings deja vu from the time you both also met at a time like this. "Shh!" You shut his mouth up by covering his mouth, taking him aback. You have your hands all over him, as he feels himself being suprised.

The aristrocats pause, obviously hearing commotion somewhere. The possiblity of someone listening in would probably be possible, so they shut their mouths.

"Get out, get out!" You push his butt out of the area, and into another corner. Just in time, the two checked the area, but no one was to be found.

Your hand still covered on the prince's mouth, Taehyun scoffs and pulls it off as hard as you pulled away your arm last night. "Its quite disrespectful to place your hand so easily on the Crown Prince."

"You were so noisy. I was listening into a conversation." You roll your eyes, letting go of him. He raises a brow, "And what made you listen in?"

You double check every side, making sure no one could see you both. You lean into his ear, whispering. "A Governor is paying out some aristrocats to sabatoge a concubine for the next test, I heard that whoever comes late has a low chance of passing, so they plan to delay some concubines."

"How awful." He comments, then he realizes something. He smirks, "You're afraid to be that concubine, aren't you?" He laughs, catching a glimpse of your angered expression.

"Fuck yo-" Something clicks in your head, before you even finish cursing at him. "Hey!" You shake his shoulder, "You're a genius!" You jump around, shaking his shoulder as he wobbled, confused.

"What?" He asks, while you giggle.

"Are you absolutely sure you're not putting yourself into more danger from this?" The man asks, as he fixes his armed clothing. "Walking with me means enraging my fan club."

"You have a fan club?" You laugh in disbelief. "Even you guys have fanclubs here, how insane." General Beomgyu clears his throat, waiting for you.

Well, to explain, the plan which clicked in your brain was to bring someone who would guarantee a safe and undisturbed trip. Since General Beomgyu is a respected person in the palace, even a mere aristrocat would not dare to go near him.

You explained the thing you overheard to Beomgyu, in which he completely agreed, because he didn't also want to risk anything.

"Lets go!" You walk along side him, with your maiden's and eunuch's trailing behind you both. It was the perfect plan to successfully arrive on time at the royal court.

"This morning, I noticed you and His Imperial Highness engaged into a conversation. Have you discussed this matter with him?" Beomgyu asks, as you nod. "He accidentally saw me listening in and caused me some problems, so I had no choice but to share it. Maybe he could do something anyway."

After a conversation with Beomgyu, mainly the main topic being the Crown Prince, you both finally arrive at the royal court, safely with no bother.

"Thanks, Gyu!" You wave goodbye, as he merely nods and walks away. You and the maiden's walk inside to reveal only one concubine inside the court, along with her servants.

"Shes probably either first or her father paid them to do the dirty work." You think, observing the lady. She was quite demanding and picky. Something you would call a brat.

After a while, the Empress finally arrives with only five concubines present. She obviously assumed what was going on, and decided to continue on with her duty.

You prayed that every single piece of stock knowledge would enter your mind and guide you throughout this test.

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tw : someone is killed in this one, so uhh yeah procceed w/ caution.

Her big brother handed her the knive, eyeing her up and down, wondering if she was really up to it. She looked back at him, wordlessly, taking the knive and holding onto it tightly. There was a pressured, tense atmosphere in the room that hung over them. They were in their own little world, their own little drama. And the person sitting on the chair, tied to it, muffled, desperately trying to get out of their bindings simply wasnt part of that world. His eyes werent as calm as they usually were, he looked stressed and pent-up. He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "You know you dont really have to prove anything to me. You dont need to incriminate yourself so you -really cant betray me- or anything like that. Its good enough for me you figured my secret out and didnt go screaming and running in the other direction." There was a sort of gentle determination in his little sisters eyes now "No, youd get paranoid around me, whether id change my mind, what happens if we have a fight - and so on. I cant take that risk. I need my big brother. At all costs. No matter that he hurts people like this sometimes. This doesnt change anything." Then she finally turned around at the poor person, sitting there all tied up. The sheer horror in that persons face suprised his little sister. She couldnt relate to ever having felt that unsafe around him, and even now she did not fear him.

She stepped closer to the person, and the person recoiled. In his little sisters eyes, this person was a little more than a worm, a annoying insect, a bug to squash to ensure her big brother would not question her loyality. Hardly a person. But she did not take pleasure in that little bug being horrified either. She just wasnt inclined that way. But doing this would make her feel closer to her big brother. It would ensure their bond would never, ever rip apart. She had been quite surprised to find out about her big brothers risky "hobby". Though it kind of made sense to her, knowing him. Slowly she lifted up the knive.. and put it to the persons throat. "Big brother.. Im worried I wont kill them on my first try." He chuckled, and answered her in a voice she did not know of him "I wouldnt mind watching you struggle a little bit to get the cut just right." Finally she made the cut in one swift confident movement. The person made a gargling sound, the hands twisting and tensing in immense agony and pain - shock like a wave enveloping the persons entire body. The blood soon made its way out, and there was so, so, so much of it. She had ignored the resistance of the muscles as she had cut the persons throat. His helpless body twitching, tied to the chair. She took a step back. "Was it enough? Will that kill them? She asked innocently. "We will just have to see, my little dove." He whispered into her ear, having snuck up to her from behind, and now holding her tightly in a warm embrace. She put her hand over his and leaned into him. Her brother felt as warm and kind as always, and it was weird, because there were parts of him that clearly were anything but that. She could feel his boner poke her from behind. "Oh." She simply mouthed, she knew he was watching that person struggle to accept their untimely demise, saw their body twitch in agony - saw the blood, oh so much blood. Heard these unsettling sounds the person made even through the gag. "I love you big brother, you know? I dont need to understand why to love this part of you as well." She said, her hand now slipping behind her to get a good feel of his member through his pants He moaned at her touch. "Are you sure? I didnt know you felt like you had something to prove to me to that degree..”

"But youve always been there for me, youve done everything for me, youve doted on me.. you made me forget my original family.. after ive been adopted by your parents... youre everything... surely I owe you that much?"

She then got on her knees, unbuttoning his pants - pulling down his boxers and started to suck him off, tugging her hair behind her ears. She loved him, but she felt somewhat detached from the situation itself. As if this had been necessary to do, or as if she wanted to get close to her big brother, now that she knew he had had such a big secret, then she needed to do this sort of thing. It seemed natural and logical to her. No one but him and her mattered anyways. She tasted the sweat on his skin, and took his dick inside her mouth as deeply as she could - but never going as far as it reaching her throat. She carefully sucked him off, as he continued to fixate and watch the dying person. When he was about to cum, he pulled out and came all over her T-shirt, not wanting to stain her face.

She got up from her knees and looked at him, he looked back at her. So they continued to be in their little world. And the little bug had now deceased. "Big brother... I think theres a lot I still have to learn about you.." She said, seemingly in thought.