#claude...claude... oh claude *sobs*

[immamapletreekid]

green guys in fe3h my beloveds

[noxtivagus]

that. au thing i see on twt in the ffxiv community seems cool

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

#𝗗!𝗟𝗙 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥.

𓆩♡𓆪 hot dilfs in your area! no sign up, no bullshit, just hot dilfs ready to fuck! minors dni!!

feat. zhongli, jebrael, regis adri floyen, claude alger de obelia, yoo joonghyuk, młynar & lee.

cw. fem! reader, sub!reader, modern au!, established relationships, consensual somnophilia, marriage (zhongli & regis), slight degrading, dilfs, mentions of age difference, size kink/size difference, big cocks, cervix fucking, belly bulge, rough sex, kitchen sex, quickies, mating press, doggy style, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cockwarming, blowjobs, deep throating, creampie, strength kink, sleepy sex, overstimulation, clit stimulation, squirting, pussy eating, fingering, biting, hickies, dry humping & office sex.

lati. bc i'm horny for dilfs and i just wanted to post something self-indulgent for once ajshbxa,,

#𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜。。。!

dilf!zhongli would always find ways to trap you against the kitchen counter when his two kids, xiao and ganyu, are too busy watching cartoons. he loves how you shift here and there against his bulge, flinching when it rubs against the curve of your ass and when you have to choke back a whimper when his hands begin to rub at your hips. you don't see the way his cheeks flush when you push back into him, or the way his pupils dilate when you just barely moan, the sound like heaven to his ears. but you have to be quiet, yeah? can't let his kids see you two getting heated in the kitchen.

seeing you pamper xiao and ganyu oh so lovingly makes zhongli fantasize about pushing your legs back to your shoulders and breeding you till your tummy is all heavy and swollen with his baby. he's always using a condom when he's pounding into your messy cunt, but there's always the burning temptation within the back of his mind to fuck your gummy walls raw. he finally gets his chance when the two of you are so lost in your lust-filled frenzy that you forget all about a condom. but you just beg zhongli to cum inside, too lost within your own arousal to even care about the possibility of pregnancy and craving the newfound warmth that spills into your belly. you make him cum just like that, and zhongli doesn't waste any more time in doing his best to knock you up.

dilf!zhongli who loves to kiss and suck on your puffy clit, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. he's addicted to the taste of your slick arousal, drilling his tongue in and around your puffy folds like a starved man. each squeal and breathless moan of his name only further spurs him further until he has to pull away to breathe. streaks of your release is swiped with a finger, which his tongue swirls around fervently in desperation as he looks at you with such intensity that lulls you further into this sensual spell.

#𝗝𝗘𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗘𝗟。。。!

jebrael who's always having to finger your pussy bc he's just so big and thick and he's super worried abt hurting your pretty cunt. but even his fingers are thick, stretching out your tight little cunny nice and wide so you can take his fat dick without becoming a sobbing whiny mess. even if you plead and whine for him to stick it in already, he gently eases you into lying back down and insists that he properly stretch you out. he knows just how big and strong he is, and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt you and leaving your pussy achy n messy.

jebrael givin' you constant creampies inside your needy cunt over n over bc he just can't stop thinkin' about how pretty you'd look with your tummy all nice and swollen with his baby. he likes to watch the cute little bulge from his hung dick pop up and down your tummy bc he knows you can barely take his dick but still you do your absolute best to accommodate his length. a babbling crying mess beneath him, you take load after load of his creamy cum until his heavy balls are completely emptied. by then, he's sure that you'll surely become pregnant with his baby.

getting manhandled into positions that let you feel just how heavy n fat jebrael's cock really is bc you keep palming his crotch just out of jeht's view or purposefully bending over to expose those pretty panties that just barely hide your cunt. leg thrown over his big broad shoulder and fingers toying with your achy clit until you messily cream around him, but you're loving every second of it. you love it when he fucks you like a dumb little slut, pushing his fat dick deep inside your needy cunt and grinding up against all your sweet spots. and he knows it too, which is why he doesn't bother holding back as much as he used to before.

#𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗗𝗥𝗜 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗘𝗡。。。!

sweet sweet regis who always pampers and spoils you during each love-making session, lips trailing over every inch of your body that he can reach. he makes sure to kiss and suck each and every one of your sensitive spots, leaving your skin hot and tingling as he trails lower and lower. when he reaches your dripping cunt, say goodbye to whatever free time you have bc he's gonna be there for a while. calloused thumb rubbing circles against your swollen clit while his tongue flicks and scrapes inside your gooey walls, he'll make sure that you cum at least once before the two of you become one. but with how skilled he's gotten over time, it's a given that you'll probably end up squirting by the time your husband is satisfied.

regis who wakes up to sloppy blowjobs from his pretty little wife bc she was getting so desperately needy for his fat dick. taking his cock all the way down to the base makes your jaw ache and your lips burn, but you're just so desperate to have even the tiniest sliver of your dear husband's manhood inside you right now. your husband doesn't mind having this done to him, though he's always embarrassed about feeling your pretty lips wrap around something so obscenely dirty, no matter how many times you suck him off right before he has to get ready for work.

encouraging your husband to fuck you stupid and split you open on his fat dick until you're sobbing from the overstimulation. he's never done this sort of thing before, so by a few rounds in, he's effectively yet clumsily put you in a makeshift mating press that leaves you an achy n sobbing mess. each thrust grinds his cockhead up against your cervix, drawing obscene lewd moans from your kiss swollen lips as you clench up around the thick intrusion inside of you. you gush all over him multiple times, babbling his name stupidly until he spills his thick seed inside your needy cunt again n again.

#𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗘 𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗔。。。!

waking up to claude grinding up against you, arms holding you in place and his face buried in the crook of your neck. you can feel him lazily sucking on your neck, you can feel him stroking your skin in languid circles, but you don't feel him so much as making an attempt to even slide himself inside. so you have to be the one to free his dick from his boxers then push the thick head into your pussy. he doesn't even really move all that much, just sighs heavily and occasionally rolls his hips into the tight heat but he wants to relish the way your folds cling onto his dick n how you spasm and flutter around him.

claude likes decorating your pretty neck with hickies n bites that'll be visible for a few days at most when you're sitting on his lap, cock nice n snug in your fluttering walls. he loves how hot and bothered you get when he starts nipping n sucking on your collarbone, he loves how you spasm n tighten up around him bc it just feels so good with his lips so near your pulse. you just look so pretty with that dumb expression, eyes blurry n drool leaking from your lips as you whine for him to properly fuck you. he just gives you one of his signature smirks and continues sucking on your pretty neck.

despite already having two daughters, claude's always fuckin' you like he's trying to knock you up, stuffing your pussy with gooey n sticky loads of his cum until it's oozing out. even if you're sobbing n whining bc the overstimulation is beginning to hurt and you're becoming stupid from the pleasure, he doesn't relent, even pinching your swollen clit in between his slender fingers. a part of him wants to see your belly all nice n swollen bc of him, wants to feel that little bump underneath the tips of his fingers. it's one of the few times you'll ever see such a desperate and soft expression on his usual stony face, and it absolutely melts you.

#𝗬𝗢𝗢 𝗝𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗞。。。!

dilf!yoo joonghyuk who fucks you doggy style in your shared bed in the morning, big hands squeezing and pulling your hips all the back with each thrust. he sets a brutal fast pace, fat n heavy balls smacking against your slick folds as he grunts and groans heavily into your ear like some kind of beast. he makes you cream around his fat dick multiple times, calloused pad of his finger aggressively rubbing at your throbby clit until you're sobbing. since his kids will be waking up soon, he doesn't bother pulling out, preferring to stuff your pretty cunt full of his thick seed to how he sees fit. it's practically dripping out in thick sticky globs onto the sheets, which he'll scoop up and shove back in to your oversensitive cunny. he needs you to take all of him.

getting folded in half by dilf!yoo joonghyuk, knees pushed back to your shoulders as he fucks you into the mattress, chasing his own high and not caring how many times you cum around him. he's watching you every second, from the way you sob as you cream around him for the nth time and how a gooey ring of white encircles his cock every time he pounds down into you. he fucks you like you're his cumdump, pumping you full of his thick load again n again regardless of your whimpers that you're "too full." something in the back of his mind is itching to see you all stuffed full, thick globs dribbling out of your abused hole when he's finished.

dilf!yoo joonghyuk who gets a little too excited when you walk into the kitchen wearing one of his oversized shirts that swallow up your frame. he lifts you up by your thighs, your arms wrapped around his strong neck for support as he pummels into you onto the counter, lost in the feeling of your walls clamping and sucking onto him for dear life even after he's cum. when he hears the sounds of his kids thumping down the stairs, he's quick to pull his cock out from your tight walls and tuck it back into his baggy sweatpants, though the sudden emptiness leave you dazed n gasping with your pretty hole gaping bc he's just so big. he stuffs your twitching pussy full with his fingers, scooping up any cum about to escape your gaping hole and stuff it all back in. it's hard enough trying not to cream around his dick when he isn't moving, but the rough pads of his fingertips scraping against your gummy walls take every last bit of strength to not cum right there and then.

#𝗠Ł𝗬𝗡𝗔𝗥。。。!

dilf!młynar who practically rearranges your insides just to fit the entirety of his thick cock inside your sopping walls, even despite previous attempts to loosen you up. you're clinging onto him desperately, whining n sniveling so prettily as the tip rubs up against your cervix, toying with nerves that make your stomach feel weird. yet you keep whimpering for him to keep going, ignoring the fact that you look about ready to pass out and wanting more of his fat dick to pummel your tight walls. his dick is just that good; how could you possibly think of anything else but needing it inside of you right now?

suckin' off dilf!młynar when he buries his nose in the newspaper, brain utterly fried from dealing with the unimaginable stress from his job. peppering the thick head with soft kisses laving your tongue all over the sides then burying his thick length all the way down your throat. his deep n hoarse voice groans out your name, mumbling curses and sucking in breaths as you take more n more of his fat dick into your throat. he even starts ever so slightly bucking his hips up into the slick warmth, relishing in the feeling of all thoughts about work leaving his mind and the pleasure that you always do your best to provide for him. you make him cum just like that, and you eagerly swallow up all he has to give.

cockwarming dilf!młynar when you visit him in his overtime hours at the office, keeping his dick nice and warm in your gummy walls. suckin' in shaky breaths bc he's just so big and you swear you can feel the tip threatening to breach your womb every time you shift about on his lap. sometimes he just gets so stressed and annoyed from his workload that he starts snapping his hips up into the tight heat of your pussy, your slick staining his pants with wet squelches. don't even think about trying to run away, bc he's gonna have a hand on your tummy locking you down and taking his fat dick all the way to the hilt. when he cums inside, it'll stay plugged up inside your walls, at least until he finishes with his work and can properly fuck you like you deserve.

#𝗟𝗘𝗘。。。!

dilf!lee whose big hands traverse and grope you whenever you're riding him, reminding you just how much bigger he is. he may be an old man, as he says, but it's cute when fat tears stain your cheeks because he keeps twiddling your engorged clit. honestly he's such a big perv, always teasing you when you cream around his cock like he wasn't the one rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers and chuckling when your walls flutter around him.

dilf!lee who always makes a mess of your pussy when he cums inside, curved tip pressed right up against your cervix. but how can you blame him when you're always begging him to breed you full, to make your belly full with his cum. he's sure that it's just the pleasure getting to your head, but who is he to deny his sweetheart what she wants? though he's not sure that he can even knock you up in the first place, but hey, there's no harm in trying, right?

mornings where there is little paperwork and not many operations to be had are rare, but they're lee's favorite, nonetheless. he can spend the entire morning, maybe even the entire day if he's lucky, just sloppily fucking your pretty little cunny and filling you with his gooey release. it's as if he's trying to split you in half, big calloused hands rubbing at your tummy as he nuzzles into your neck. it'd be sweet if it weren't for when he bites the juncture of your neck a bit too hard.

© latimeriafellfromheaven

[maxsimagination]

The world needs more Claudia Pina content so I’m requesting literally anything for her. Maybe like she gets hurt in a game or something and ends up super pissy about not being able to go out and do stuff and see everyone at trainings and stuff so reader realizes that and has to comfort her.

𝙢𝙞 𝙗𝙚𝙗𝙚 - 𝙘.𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙖

warnings: grumpy claudia, injury

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the moment claudia went down i was the first one there.

it just happened to be the el clásico, the biggest women’s game in the spanish league. barcelona were winning 4-1 in the 80th minute, but not even five minutes later, everything went crashing down.

it was a corner conceded by real madrid, which mapi stepped up to take. we were all huddled around the net, some pushing and shoving to fight for the ball. when mapi kicked it, it curved perfectly, almost going straight into the net. it just needed the tiniest touch to send it in.

claudia was the one who made that header and scored the goal, but just as her head had made contact with the ball, someone else had crashed into her, causing her to fall sideways. her left knee was the one that copped the brunt of the fall, being whacked against the goal post and the hard ground at the same time.

her scream was enough to stop everything, and i whipped around to see her on the floor clutching her leg.

she was sobbing, tears flowing freely down her face, which was not a normal thing for claudia. the medics instantly rushing onto the field, barley waiting for the referee to call them. they rolled her over gently, careful not to jostle her leg too much. i was kneeling by her head, refusing to leave until i knew what was wrong.

the medics did a quick assessment to see whether she needed to come off, but it was a no-brainer at that point. she could barley move her left leg, let alone walk off the field, so the medics brought on a stretcher and placed her on it gently. she was escorted off the field and disappeared down the tunnel.

it hurt to see her go like that but i had to see out the game, for her.

the second that final whistle was blown, i was gone. running off the field and through the tunnel to find where they’d taken claudia. it didn’t take me long, there was only one medics room.

i opened the door and poked my head inside to see claudia on the bed, a brace on her knee.

“oh, mi bebe.” (my baby.) i walked into the room to stand beside claudia. she was clearly very upset at being injured yet again, after having just come back into the starting squad.

claudia didn’t say anything but i knew what she was thinking, what was going on inside her head. it was a terrible way to go down, and in el clásico of all matches.

—

three weeks after that match, and claudia was already up and walking around. it was more of a hobbling really, but if claudia heard you say that you wouldn’t live to see another day.

the first week or two was spent with claudia on bed rest, and by the third week i had given up on trying to get her to stay there.

“claudia!

please come and sit down!”

there was a grumble and some sounds of movement from the apartment before claudia hobbled into the living room and plopped down on the couch.

“you have to rest, claud. otherwise you won’t heal.”

“i don’t want to rest!

i’m stuck here, just waiting for you to come back from wherever you go. training, team bondings, hanging out. i’m stuck here, on bed rest, until you come home to help me with everything.

i’m getting lonely.”

there was a silence that hung in the room after claudia’s admission, it was almost a guilty silence. i felt bad for not noticing sooner, for doing something sooner.

“i’m so sorry claudia, i didn’t know. i promise i didn’t try to exclude you on purpose, i just had no idea that this was what you were feeling.”

i gave the girl a hug, claudia melting into my embrace almost immediately.

we sat there for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. i rubbed my hand up and down claudia’s back, attempting to soothe her.

“i promise i won’t leave you out again, mi bebe.” (my baby.)

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Photographic Birthdays

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR JOSEPH SOBS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AAAAAAAAA

Rated Explicit | Warnings: The last one is dark cuz its Hypnotist Joseph

Moonlight Gentleman

The werewolves are energetic today, you woke up both men tussing outside as if they were pups. Rarely do you see Joseph entertaining the childish behavior of his twin Claude, though they are twins and appear to be in sync with one another— They are both very different.

Claude is the energetic one, a sweet one, fragile but such limitations do not stop him from playing with his brother.

Joseph is not as energetic, he is reserved, he prefers to look partially human to interact with you properly, not fragile at all. He is very protective of his brother.

Both are wolves, creatures blessed by the forest you live in, they greatly enjoy your company (Claude told you as Joseph would not admit it).

“It is our birthday!” Claude is still completely in wolf form when he runs into the house to greet you in the kitchen, “What shall we do today?” Transforming midway before hugging you from behind.

“Be careful! You know how easily humans break.” Following behind already as in partially wolf form, “He hasn't stopped talking about this since we woke up.”

You laugh, “Well it's your choice what we get to do today,” Claude squeezes you lightly, “Both of you have to share.”

“We can share you.”

“Claude!” His brother scolds him quickly.

You laugh, “We can save that for later,” Reaching behind you to pet those cute ears, “How about visiting town today? We can go see what the store has in stock and we can eat breakfast there.” Offering a suggestion. It has been some time since they have been to town, each twin having a favorite place to visit while you restocked on supplies.

“I suppose that will be fine,” Joseph says as he sits now at the table in the kitchen, he is eyeing you as if he wants to join in the room but is above that.

“Splendid idea!” Claude is always excited to visit human places.

Désire Mélodis 

There are many parties for his birthday, they are all grand performances of smiles and speeches for Lord Mélodis. He has never cared for them. Why bother when most of these people he is using to further his goals? Though he could say the same of your family, but not of you.

“Désire!”

The greatest gift you could ever give him is yourself, everything that is you is all he needs or wants. No cake, no materialistic gifts, no speeches— Just you in his bed writhing under him, ensnared by his love for you.

“Please, Désire! Let me—”

“No,” He holds you down by pressing his hands on your upper back as he thrusts from behind, “I will indulge in my gift how I want, (Name).” Grinning as you cry out in overstimulated blessing, “Yes, yes! Fuck.” Rarely vulgar, the Lord Professor keeps thrusting then stops to paint your walls white with more cum.

“You are all that I need for my birthday.” Kissing your shoulder as he lays over your body.

Azrael

Spring is coming early, the weather is still cold but the rain of spring is blessing the land. The patter of the rain hitting the glass window echoes, this before the soft music plays. You entered the room, a lounging room with a music player for your records. He remains lying spread out on the couch like a spoiled unbothered brat because he is being one as he cannot leave your domain until the rain has stopped.

“Do you hate today?” You ask him once the melody starts playing, “Do you regret it?”

No, he does not hate today and no he does not regret his fall. If he never fell, he would have never met you on this day so many years ago.

He is only upset with himself for not seeing how important this day is to you. His little mortal now sits on the floor leaning against the front of the couch. Azrael’s hand reaching out petting your head, his pet and lover, his divine mortal.

“No. Never.” Turning over to his side to drape himself over you, “You call it my birthday, why?”

“Oh, I thought it would be nice… Something you can look forward to like I do with my birthday.”

“Heh.” Mortal sentiment and it sweet you care to share them with him, a creature who will outlive you. “Pity it is raining. I would like to have you in the flower fields.” Humming at the end while you look away with burning cheeks.

Hangover

Long ago grief would not permit him to celebrate this day, a birthday he shared with his twin. He would drink himself into a stupor and wake up the next day none the better.

But he looks at the way you are trying to create a gift for him in secret, he is aware of it because you are not exactly subtle in your questions. You know it is a sensitive time for him even if he has moved on in honor of his brother— The wound is still there and can bleed again.

“(Name),” His arms wrap around you making you squeak like a cute animal, “May I see my gift?”

“Not yet! Let me finish wrapping it!” Pouting as he kisses your shoulder, “That tickles, Joseph!”

He hums, “When can I have my gift?”

“Tonight, if you will allow me to give a small celebration?”

In the past, he would reject such a notion. Would have been mean-spirited and likely hurt you with bitter words back then, but he has grown. Claude would have wanted him to live, to live for both of them.

“Tonight, then,” He hums, “I wait with great anticipation.”

Hypnotist

His favorite patient is trying to craft him a gift, how cute. Rorschach had advised against it naturally, only he is aware of the Hypnotist's sadistic treatments. Not like the fellow patient could do anything or report him, perks of being seen as a madman— A perk for a Hypnotist to use against Rorschach.

The doctor enters the recreation room, arts and crafts today, only you are here given how well-behaved you are.

“What are you making, (Name)?” Sneaking in and only announcing himself when it is too late for you to hide the gift anywhere.

“Doctor Desaulnier!” Jumping up and hiding the gift behind your back, “Oh, it's uh hmmm.” Flustered, and shy, he likes how well he has molded your mind. The treatments, his hypnosis therapy, have not only lessened those nasty little memories of yours but have you sweet on him. A pretty docile patient, pity Rorschach's mind is not as malleable as yours, ah well, the boy's fascination with the doctor's other patients works to Desaulnier's benefit.

“Is something the matter?” False concern as if he does not already know you have been working on this for weeks. Every day with arts and crafts happens you are creating your little art piece.

“Ha-happy birthday, doctor!” Pulling the gift out from behind you, “Happy birthday!” Saying it again.

“How kind of you, (Name).” Taking the over-glittered card with glue and paper cutouts of words from newspapers— All words praising him. When he opens the card, it is a drawing of him—Well, a poorly made drawing of him but the words you put in are far better.

“This is lovely, thank you.”

You smile brightly.

“But I do hope there is more to this, little mouse,” His hand slid then holding your waist, “Hm?”

“Birthday,” Trying to gather words from that poor mind of yours. The Doctor might have adjusted that, you need your words but not your memories, “For you. Any gift!”

“Very kind of you. Would you kindly lay back for me so I can have my other gift?”

A post-hypnotic suggestion programmed into the mind; he made sure it was something he would not say often and subtle enough for others not to recognize.

You do it so easily, hoping on the long table with your legs dangling on the edge, you lie back staring up at the ceiling. Doctor Desaulnier wants to laugh, God, his personal pet is so amusing!

[z3nitsusgf]

cw: fingering, afab reader, she/her pronouns (used once), womb tattoo, teasing

a/n: the lack of good black butler fics makes me sad, why can’t I have freaky hot sex with Sebastian or Claude or the Undertaker??

Making a pact with Sebastian, only later realizing that the place to chooses to display his mark is above your womb. A pretty glowing purple at makes you tremble and burn, it’s like you’re a cat in heat. Sweating and clawing at the pillows, mewling out when he doesn’t help you.

“Sebastian please,” you sob, hips twisting in the sheets as the feel the inside of your walls pulse and drip. It’s like a red-hot throbbing that makes your eyes go white and you absolutely wail when he presses his palm down on it. The skin on skin is so good, so hot, so- natural.

“My, look at you. So debauched.” He actually laughs at how you nearly cum from it. His palm smoothing over the burning hot mark over your navel, he traces it with painted nails. Watching how you quiver under him, chest heaving as you look at him with wide expecting eyes.

“You’re acting very depraved, darling.” He mocks, flashing you a pretty smile to make you flounder. And it works.

Sebastian knows it’s improper to play with his food but he can’t help it, there’s a certain air to you - he needs to see how far he can push before you tip over the edge for him. His hunger is inevitable, inescapable, rapturous.

He leers over you, looking over your trembling body. Your cunt drips and flutters around nothing, knees knocking inwards to try and relieve the pressure on your clit. His other hand grips your ankle, keeping you from squirming away. Though it’s not like you’d be able to escape him anyway.

“Please Seb-“ the words are plucked from your throat as the demon presses down on your navel again. You sob, legs kicking the bedsheets, twisting out only to be stopped by his grip on your ankle. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and it feels like too much. The mark making your insides feel lit aflame, the nerves so sensitive you think you’re going crazy.

“Ah, there we go,” he chuckles at your reaction, patting your hip as you pant and leak streams of slick onto the sheets. Oh, his eyes sparkle in profound amusement. The way you so vividly react to his hands makes him all the more ravenous.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Sebastian doesn’t slow down for a second, pushing your thighs apart. Marveling how sticky and glossy your pussy is, clit shiny and pulsing in the air. It makes him flash his fangs. He’s going to have to much fun ruining you.

He pins your legs with ease it makes you remember how strong he actually is. He could snap you apart with the flick of his wrist. You shiver under his hold.

Sebastian drags a finger up the wet slick, keeping a firm hand at your hip to keep you from bucking away. You moan, the nerves twitchy. He watches you through dark strands, circling your puffy clit with the pads of his fingers.

You choke on your saliva, hands gripping the lacy pillows above you to ground yourself. The burning above your abdomen doesn’t cease, growing and flaring with each of his small movements.

“Need more, ah,” You grind your hips onto the tips of his digits, trying to get him to push them into your cunt. He simply watches as you struggle, too amused with your torture. He waits for you to whimper, for you to grow desperate and slick under the tips of his digits.

“Of course you do,” he says, his hair falling over his ivory skin, sharp fangs poking from his lips.

“Always have been such a greedy little thing, haven’t you?” He coos, pushing three of his fingers knuckle deep into your sloppy cunt, hooking them up towards that gooey ribbed spot. You’re mortified by his gaze, pinned down by some unforeseen force.

He prods that it with precision, fingers rubbing back and forth over your velvet walls till you clamp your thighs around his wrist. Greedy walls clamp over lithe fingers, sucking them in. Drool slips from your lips, thick moans leaching from your mouth.

“You’re so sensitive.” He mutters, his thumb brushing over your puffy clit. Your thighs jump, stomach dropping in want as you feel the mark flare in need and you sob. Tears leak over the sides over your flushed face and Sebastian has half a mind not to lean over and lick them off your cheeks.

He works harder, curling his fingers up to punch the pads into your g-spot while his thumb rubs tight circles on your swollen nub.

“Sebastian, feels so good.” You feel like you’ve drank too much wine, head clouded and muddled. Your body is on fire and your muscles ache. Another slick palm climbs up your belly, resting on the curled purple mark above your womb. Your eyes widen, lashes smeared in dripping tears. You shake your head, “Wait-“

You catch the curved smile on his jaw before it’s curtained by the raven strands of hair. He doesn’t let you relax when he presses down on your navel, perfectly catching the pressure of his fingers prodding your gooey spot. You absolutely loose it, knees knocking together as you gush down his wrist.

You’re wailing, trying to kick the demon back from you as he fingers your sensitive pussy while pressing down onto your womb, but all he does is laugh and press down harder.

“There we go, there she is. Give it all to me.” It’s messy and slick with your cum, and you shake in the aftershocks. When Sebastian pulls his hand away his fingers are coated in a glossy coating of your slick, and he makes a show of pulling his fingers apart to parade the sticky webs of cum.

You pant, remnants of tears drying on your cheeks as you watch the butler take his slick fingers into his mouth. When he finishes he makes sure pull you down the bed by your thighs, leaning over with a too bright smile and saying, “Darling, did you think we were finished?”

[eileenslibrary]

Keep Your Eyes Peeled

Episode 4: Files, Family, Friends, And Records

Wriothesley x NB! Reader

Warnings: Grieving, OOC Wriothesley, Murder, Crimes, Terrible People

You look at the newspaper Charlotte forced into your hands before chasing after the strange man “I spoke with the duke” you mumble looking at the photo “How could I be so dumb” you whisper walking back onto the Aqua Bus.

Ding!

“Madam and Sir Dumas have arrived Master” you hear George speak through the door “Please tell them I’ll be down in a moment, also prepare some tea and crumpets” you speak powdering your face and clipping on your pearl jewelry, you look in the mirror, long black pants with a gold belt, a white scruffed blouse, a black vest, a pearl necklace, a pair of pearl earrings, and a black hat to finish off the look. You take in a deep breath and open your bedroom door, you look over the stair railing and see Claude’s parents huddled on the couch sniffling you hear Mrs. Dumas “I can’t believe he’s gone” Your heart squeezes at the pain in her voice, you take one more breath and make your way downstairs “Good morning Mrs. Mr. Dumas” you bow slightly in respect for them “Oh sweetheart” Claude’s mom Angelina sobs quickly standing and pulling you into a hug, you quickly reciprocate “This must be twice as hard for you, y-your brother” she sobs into your shoulder, you are at a loss for words you expected to be screamed and shamed for your brother, you never really got to know Claude’s parents because they were always out on business but when you met them at first they were cold and quiet, but you feel so much better knowing they don’t hate you. “Angelina I think Mx. Vincent is getting quite uncomfortable” Claude’s father Charles sighs looking at you both “Yes yes, sorry dear” She quickly steps back and sits back on the couch “I think it’s time we discuss” you hum sitting on the armchair. 

“I have gotten a permit to meet with Wriothesley of the Fortress of Meropide to review my brother's past files and crimes. I will also gather information on Lady Lucia, Sir La’Cron, Lady Sirene, and Miss Ruby. There has to be something on them all, I will make sure Claude’s murder is not forgotten.” You stand placing your hand over your heart, eyes full of determination, Claude’s parents look at you in surprise and awe “Claude truly chose the right one” Charles sniffles bringing his pocket square to his nose as tears gather at the corners of his eyes. Angelina nods fighting back a sob as she brings her gloved hands to her face. You hold back tears of your own “I think it’s about time we eat lunch” George kicks in saving all of you from crying “That’s a splendid idea, George” You stand up and call for someone to clear the table and set up the dining room for all of you. 

Two days passed.

You take in a deep breath standing at the entrance of the fortress, two guards stand next to you, you watch the elevator doors open and shakily walk inside “Will you be alright Mx. Vincent?” one of the guards asks “Yes, just a bit intimidated is all” you clasp your hands behind your back fidgeting with your ring, you still adorn, it’s one of the last things you have of him, you packed his clothes so his parents can choose what to do with it you kept his favorite pair of gloves as well and you wear them now to give you some extra strength to get through the day. 

The doors of the second elevator leading down to the main floor open and you look up, a certain stranger stands there a bit wide-eyed ‘Nuevillette must not have warned him’ you think a smirk playing on your lips slightly “Hello again Duke” you tease stepping out of the lift. His eyes relax and he speaks “How may I help you Mx. Vincent?” he puts one of his hands in his pockets “I need to look at some files and crime records is all” You hum handing him the permit. His blue eyes scan the page he mumbles something under his breath that looked a lot like ‘Fuck’ You look at him expectantly he sighs “Follow me then” he starts walking, and you quickly follow “Didn’t expect to see me so soon did you?” you ask quietly “I guess you could say that, let me guess you’re here because of your brother” he inquires “Exactomundo, I need to get into his crime record as well as a few others” you answer. 

He opens the large doors of his office, and you both make your way up the stairs, he leads you to the bookshelf and presses upon one of the books, you watch as a door is revealed beside the bookshelf “After you.” He insists and you hesitantly walk into the room, you look around and see large shelves full of drawers which you guess are filled with records and files “Follow me” Wriothesley hums walking farther into the room “What names do you need to be searched” “Lucia Abrigens, Ruby Grabiels, La’Cron Joel, and Sirene Reinhardt, Dominique Vincent, is this even legal?” You ask “You’re not in Fontaine anymore, welcome to the underworld where rules can be stretched. Plus I would like to see these crooks' crimes be brought to light” he leads you to the letter A “Connie Ariels, Karry Amlie, Lucia Abrigens right here” He grabs a rolling ladder next to the drawers climbing up it, he pulls out a large stack of files “Be ready to catch!” Wriothesley warns you to extend your hands so he can throw half of the stack in your arms. He throws the manilla folders down into your arms, steps down from the ladder, and plops the other half of the folders into your arms “Put those on my desk, I will grab the other ones” You make your way back to his desk putting the stack on the desk, he comes back in with a smaller stack “Ruby Gabriels right here” “Thanks sir” you walk back into the room “Y’know you can call me by my name” he follows after you watching you walk to the J section “I need another reminder” you joke reading the names and bending down to open the drawer for La’Cron he sighs his gaze falling to you “How long do you have until the trial?”  “Ten days, Monsieur Nuevillette gave me extra days to gather evidence and let Claude's parents settle in so they aren’t startled, I mean they just found out their son was killed by his Fiance’s brother now they have to be a part of a trial with their son's murderer.”

 You sigh hauling the stack over to his desk he follows holding Sirene’s files, it is a very big stack “Holy shit, just how many crimes did she commit” You gawk at the amount, “One too many, but what can you expect from people like them.” “Would you like to do the honors?” Wriothesley questions in a joking tone trying to lift the mood “I would actually” you huff in amusement “Lead the way” he chuckles motioning for you to go back into the room. You find it quickly “Need the ladder?” he inquires rolling it towards you. Wrio stands beside you offering you a hand up, you grab onto his forearm and hop up climbing to the second last step, you open the cabinet and pull out his files and records you hear Wriothesley whistle lowly “That’s a lot of records and files” “Yeah tell me about it” you huff “Can I have some help?” you chuckle nervously “Yeah, comin’ up” Wriothesley steps onto the first four steps of the ladder and takes half of the files “Thanks Wriothesley” he nods stepping off the ladder balancing the stack on one of his hands and holds out the other as you come down the ladder, he grabs your arm when you get low enough “Careful” he says helping you off of the last step “Thanks” You smile at him walking back into his office and putting the stacks on the desk. “What now? We just spent fifteen minutes collecting these files.” “Now I go through about 500 or so files in ten days” You place your head on his desk sighing “Better start now I guess” You huff sitting back up.

Six hours passed.

Tick

Tick

Tick. . .

“Four hundred and fifty left” You huff “Thank you again, Wriothesley for letting me stay here so I can get all the proof I need” he looks up from his papers a pair of silver reading glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose “As I said, I want to see these crooks get what’s comin' for ‘em” he looks at the clock “It is quite late how about you head to bed, I’ll be in here working come and get me if you need anything” he stretches stands up and turns towards the wolf insignia on his wall he hits a latch and pulls back the metal plate and reveals a nice bedroom with a small cot set up for you with some soft blankets to keep the cold out. “I was thinking the same actually, I guess I’ll see you in the morning” You step past him and into his room, you slink to the cot and slip off your vest, hat, and shoes, you slide under the blankets and close your eyes.

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[positivelybeastly]

"How screwed up are you really, Hank?" Tess' question is blunt as a brick to the face, though she asks it in that wry way of hers, the corners of her mouth twitching up in a little half-smile. She watches him with her head slightly tilted. "On the scale of mutant dysfunctionality."

The lowest level on the Mutant Dysfunctionality Scale is "Somewhat Fucked Up".

"Hmm, well, let's see."

Hank thinks about it for a moment, standing with his legs apart and his paws shoved in his suit jacket pockets, casting his gaze to the heavens as if asking the cosmos just how truthful he should be.

"I've died twice, though I was robbed of the pomp and circumstance of an actual funeral both times, coming right back to life with a new face and an entirely new neurochemistry.

I've been stabbed, beaten, strangled, drugged, poisoned, hypnotised, brainwashed, shot in the heart, electrocuted, felt my fur and claws fall out, had my mutant energy drained away from me until I was an amorphous blob of flesh.

Every member of my graduating high school class, my priest, my principal, and my first girlfriend, were all murdered by an alternate universe version of me that would have killed my parents as well, were it not for a bizarre moment of conscience.

I've been left to die of malnutrition by said alternate self, bricked up in the basement of the building where I first shed my semblances of humanity in a fit of ego.

Almost every single one of my friends has died at least once, some multiple times, all of them while I had to watch on, knowing that I couldn't do a thing to save them. One of them was posed on my dying body like a particularly shitty Claude Monet painting, that was ever so nice.

I've had my higher brain functions ripped out of me, hunted students, eaten human flesh, had to throw it up in a S.W.O.R.D bathroom after brushing my teeth so hard my gums bled.

I've plumbed the depths of mutant creation, torn down the walls of reality, sold my soul in search of answers to the Decimation, only to be told, sorry old boy, the game was rigged from the start and you did all of that for nothing. Worse still, it was all written down, so of course someone found out about it and used that information to create bio-Sentinels out of the corpses of students I used to teach.

I've been told by multiple members of my team that I'm a traitor to the mutant race, that I don't consider the consequences of my actions, that I'm unstable, unreliable, untrustworthy. I have a lightning bolt scar on my lower back where Storm electrocuted me, right before she threw me in a cage for a week, where everyone could see me, and point, and laugh at me. Like a circus animal.

I'm deathly afraid of ever having children, because my genetic code is spaghetti and, as the foremost mutant geneticist on the planet, I don't think any child of mine will successfully make it term. If they do, they'll likely die young, or curse me for inflicting my mutation upon them.

I've been told by an extra-dimensional Watcher of time and space that I disgust him. That I, alone, am responsible for the destruction of no end of positive futures for the people I love.

I've had to watch the man I love die, multiple times. I fear telling him my true feelings, because if he rejects me, then, well, that really will be it. At least this way, I can live in quiet, sobbing despair and pining."

Hank smiles back. Tightly.

"So, to answer your question, Tess, I'm doing just dandy. Why not let's go ten pin bowling I'm doing so well."

He breathes deeply for a moment.

"Oh, and I stubbed my toe this morning. That stung a fair bit."

[megaphonegirlk]

give me rheagard (001) for the ask game!

when I started shipping it if I did: It's a little complicated! Probably...oh geeze. 2020? I kind of always did like it, in it's way, since the game came out...but personal exotrauma reasons kept me from admitting it out loud until we came to terms with it >_> my thoughts: They are...PERFECT, your honor! They have so much in common , but are each convinced the other's the representation of everything they hate despite them being in the exact same boat. They've got the torrid enemies to lovers angle going...two women who waged world-shattering war against one another out of a presumed hate finding out that they're far more similar than either would have ever admitted. The Flame Emperor and the War Saint Seiros clashing together, and falling in love...not to mention, the synchronicity with Edelgard's ancestor, implied to have been Seiros' lover. What makes me happy about them: They can find what they thought forever lost in one another **SOBS** , they're such perfect mirrors, and when they finally open up they're so cute together!!!. Those moments before Rhea knows Edelgard's the Flame Emperor, too...the attempts to be gentle and almost motherly, they're fantastic. What makes me sad about them: They've each lost so many people, and are only going to lose more as long as the war rages. They both fight desperately so it'll never happen again, while not understanding that it will as long as they remain locked in combat. things done in fanfic that annoys me: When they demonize Hubert or members of the holy family just to get a convenient enemy for the fic, honestly. things I look for in fanfic: Pining from opposite sides of the war, finally having to fucking talk, swordfights/battle, and i am attached to the 'dragon/Nabatean Edelgard' idea i've seen a few times. I think it'd be cute Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Edelgard: Byleth, Hubert, Jeritza, Any of the Black Eagles, Claude Rhea: Byleth, Manuela...a few other smaller ships. My happily ever after for them: The war is resolved, be it through Byleth's use of time loops or simply intervention at the right moment. The two women finally have to look one another in the eyes and see beyond the masks they'd put up. After years of reform and work fixing Fodlan's many problems, the two retire to the woods together to a cottage known to all their friends and loved ones, where they spend their days together. Rhea teaches Edelgard to properly handle the mutagenic power of the blood in her veins, and perhaps even helps her to fly. who is the big spoon/little spoon: Rhea is the big spoon on account of how tall she is, but Edelgard keeps trying to reassert herself as Big Spoon because she may love her but hell if she's going to _Yield_ what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Growing their own tea, and gossiping over teatime, I'd say!. Or... flying together

[beantothemax]

When Claude dropped dead, the noise that led him to them wouldn't end. The baby still sobbed. He had left it on the floor by the broken throne.

Throné had gone to pick it up, but found she was no good with kids.

"Here, let me," Osvald whispered as he took it.

He held it so gently, stroking its cheek and shushing it. It fell silent in no time and he just managed to look up in time to see Throné remove her collar. She wept with relief.

"Let's go back to New Delsta, we all need to rest," Temenos said, "Osvald? Are you listening?"

"Huh? Yes, right. Let's go," he said, but he was still focused on the child in his arms.

How old was it? What was it's name? Gender? Who would take care of it?

Well, two questions were answered when he noticed embroidery on the hem of the blanket it was wrapped in.

"Judith" it said.

When they returned to New Delsta, he couldn't even celebrate Throné's freedom with the rest of the group. He found himself hurrying around the city, searching for everything one needed to care for a baby.

By the time he was done, the sun had set. He joined the others in the tavern, carefully sitting while making sure not to wake Judith.

"What are you gonna do with her?" Castti asked.

"You could send her to an orphanage, or some of the nuns in Flamechurch could take care of her," Temenos suggested.

"I... I don't think I want to do that. Orphanages aren't ideal for children and I'm not busy with anything else at the moment..." Osvald said.

"What about Elena?" Castti asked.

"She'd be thrilled to have a younger sister."

As they ate and Osvald had more time to think about it, he thought back to his own childhood. He never particularly liked his parents. What frustrated him the most, was how they distanced themselves from the rest of their family. He hardly saw his grandparents and scarcely knew he had cousins until one died. It was all so confusing growing up knowing so little of his family's past...

"Would you want to be a part of Judith's life, Throné?" he asked.

She hardly thought for a moment before saying, "Yes, of course."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, she's my sister! Why would I ever say no!?"

- Five years later -

Throné had been walking on air all week. After a particularly busy few days of train repairs and negotiating with obnoxious businessmen, she finally got a two week vacation. Well, Partitio practically had to kick her out of the factory. No one had ever expected her to like engineering when they first met, but she found all the screwing and tinkering was shockingly similar to lockpicking, only more fun because it was something she could be proud of, rather than stealing from random passerby.

She had a bright smile on her face as she walk from the newly built Sai trainstation to Osvald's home at the outskirts of the city. She had seen Temenos on her way from the station, but they managed to exchange only a few words.

"Woman going into labor two streets down, tell Osvald Castti and I will be late!" was all Temenos said before running off with his arms full of various pain numbing medicines Castti had at home.

She yelled "Goodluck!" at him before snickering to herself about how strange that interaction must have been to anyone nearby. In no time had she reached her home, and she hardly knocked on the door once before it swung open and a little girl ran into her arms.

"Nene's home! Nene's home!" Judith cheered as Throné picked her up.

She spun around and laughed with her sister as they both got dizzy.

"Oh! I gotta tell the others!" Judith said as she ran back inside.

Throné followed her and was greeted by Elena and Osvald.

Elena would have run to hug her as well, but her hands were dirtied with cooking oil and tomato sauce as she was preparing tapas. Osvald had been in the middle of teaching Judith math, but gave up and started putting away the textbooks the second she ran to greet Throné.

Elena, Judith, Throné and Osvald all talked and talked as they set the table for lunch.

"I learned how to do sub-trashon!" Judith boasted.

"Sub-trac-tion," Osvald corrected her, "But yes, she did. She's an incredibly fast learner."

"She has an excellent teacher," Throné laughed, setting plates down.

They all sat at the table and debated whether they should wait for their beloved healers to return.

"But the food will get cold!" Elena pouted.

"And Temenos said to expect them to be late. They won't mind," Throné added.

"Alright then," Osvald said, and he began serving them all.

Just before they started eating, though, the door swung open once more. Castti and Temenos entered. Both looked exhausted, but they were there.

"Sorry we're late," Castti sighed and sat.

"I really, really hope you washed your hands," Throné laughed.

"Bathed already," she smiled, "I'm taking a nap after this though."

As they talked and ate, Throné looked out at the group. Only one was related by blood, but she would walk to the ends of the earth for each and every one of them. They were family after all.

WAUGH!!!!!!!!!!!

FAMBTILY!!!!!!!

throné liking engineering work because it’s just like more involved lockpicking to her… I like that a lot!!!!!!!! good for her!!!!!

and the part about temenos just. yelling about some woman being in labor was amazing. something is incorrect with him

and obbval…. the os…. wegh,, EVERYONE AT THE FUCKIGN DINNER TABLE PIE I AM GOING TO BORE A HOLE INTO MY WALL

[battleaxeproficiency]

top five historical art pieces? :3

we are going BROAD with this one

images and ranking under the cut because there is some mild gore

5. Tlatilco Figure Kissing a Dog

i SOBBED when i first saw this little guy . look at that . ancient people were just like us . it gets to me

4. The Blue Madonna, Carlo Dolci (1616-1687)

one of my favorites of all time . i have her as a print in my dorm room . she lives in my local museum . i could stare at her for hours

3. Woman With a Parasol facing left, Claude Monet (1886)

why is this image so little . anyway . much love , my favorite impressionist painting <3 i also have a print of her

2. David with the Head of Goliath, Caravaggio (1610)

images that make me unbelievably sorrowful . carvaggio is so so sad to me all the time and i love him so much . its theorized that he painted himself as goliath's severed head and his lover as david .

Judith Slaying Holofernes, Artemisia Gentileschi (1614-1627)

this is my favorite painting ever in the entire history of the whole world . (maybe. i have a lot of those . this is just the current one)

artemisia is one of my favorite artists. the GORE the LIGHTING the STRUGGLE in this one ???? oh my GOD . she put so much naturalism into the way that blood seeps into the fabric of the sheets that its genuinely off-putting to look at . its horrifying and bloody and INCREDIBLE

[noxtivagus]

ain soph aur brainrot

[butchcraftwrites]

For the ask game, Rhea and Manuela, please?

Look, I'm just going to tell you straight up. This has been about Rhea. This has always been about Rhea. From the beginning of this seemingly endless FE3H rabbit hole that I have for some god forsaken reason thrown myself down, it has been about Rhea. Rhea, my beloved. Rhea, you parallel of a demigod or angel. You eternal victim of a hate crime. Baby. Baby cakes. Honey.

*Blows a kiss up to the sky* For the Immaculate One.

First impression: I honestly didn't piece together that Rhea was Seiros until the end of my first run (Silver Snow), so I didn't realize it was her in the opening cut scene. What I DID realize however, when she noticed Byleth walk into Garreg Mach for the first time from her Star Terrace, was her VOICE. Cherami Leigh's voice echoed from my speakers and immediately my ears perked. From like the first conversation she had with Byleth, I pretty much fell in love.

A friend of mine who was also in the middle of completing the game asked me which character so far was my favorite and when I told them, they were like "Oh." (as in "oh, of course") and then told me that I could only S-Support her if I played Edelgard's route. I had already picked Claude by this point and I really am not the type to restart a game once I've already put a few hours into it.

Anyway I restarted the game immediately and my head has been filled with pretty much nothing but Rhea ever since.

Impression now: *GESTURES TO MY BLOG. GESTURES TO MY MERCH COLLECTION. PUSHES YOUR FACE INTO MY DOC OF FIC IDEAS. SHOWS YOU ALL OF THE SAVED PHOTOS ON MY PHONE* *Breathes* Okay. So. I love her. So much more than I could have ever imagined. Dear Lord. I love her for being so resilient. I love her for loving the very species of people that massacred her family. I love her for her stumbles and oopsies in governing (which, to be fair, all in all she's done a pretty great job). I love her for being born with a purpose, having that stripped away from her at a fairly young age, and still day after day striving her hardest to choose kindness. I love how much energy she dedicates towards nurturing other people even though she knows they are going to die long before she does. I love how she is a Scary Big Dragon but treats children delicately and with tenderness (Cyril, the students who have anxiety, the mentions of how much she loves visiting the orphanage and playing with children). She just. She has so many reasons to be cruel and tyrannical and she just isn't. I know a big part of this is her trying to prepare the world for her mother's return (which no doubt is a delusion she's committed to false-memory) but that's honestly also another reason why I love her character. She is flawed. Very flawed. And yet after 1K years of life, we get to see her slowly decide to develop and change. And I love watching how immortals decide to finally do things. Anyway tl;dr She ticks like all of my boxes and I would die for her in a heartbeat. Also. EARS.

Favorite moment: HOW DO I PICK THERE ARE LIKE 5 CUT SCENES AND THEY ARE ALL GREAT. Maybe when the Empire invaded Garreg Mach and she morbed off of a cliffside (fun fact, I went into this game completely oblivious to the series and when I saw that she was a dragon I SCREAMED ENDLESSLY. In fact, I am still screaming, and writing is the only way to bring the eardrums of those around me peace). Or perhaps it was when Byleth woke up with her fucking head in Rhea's lap like it was a fucking pillow, another moment that made me scream and sob the first time it happened. Or perhaps it was in Hopes when Edelgard asked Rhea for the assistance of the Knights of Seiros and Rhea very quickly decided that she would lend a hand but immediately established her boundaries in doing so. It was such a small moment, and yet...

Idea for a story: :) Oh, wouldn't you like to know... I DO have a one shot Rhealeth fic in mind that's another Crimson Flower AU that plays lightly on the French texts of Guinevere and Lancelot. It will give me the opportunity to play more heavily with purple prose.

Unpopular opinion: I love Rhea as much as the next person in this small section of the fandom, but I think the crown she created is absolutely ridiculous and probably a constant strain on her neck and or shoulders. Don't get me wrong, I love her for it, but it just gives me another excuse to make fun of her(affectionate) and for me, it's True Love when I pick fun at a character relentlessly.

Favorite relationship: I'm pretty sure at this point, shipping her with Byleth has overridden everything else in my life.

Favorite headcanon: I like to think that the children Sothis created herself (those not born of Nabateans already created) were made fully grown. I imagine Rhea was born exactly as she is now, and she already knew how to fight, dance etc. I think she had a nice few years surrounded by family and loved ones, but that didn't last for much more than a decade or two before her mother was slaughtered. Strange that this is one of my favorite head canons, but hey, my favorite classical works are all tragedies, so.

AND NOW FOR MANUELA. My beautiful, glorious disaster. I love you. So much. You deserve everything. Everything. I raise my glass to you, sweetheart.

First impression: I was firstly annoyed with her. I generally dislike depictions of feminine flirtatious women in media (bit of aftershock from being tomboyish and coming out as young as I did), so I thought "Oh, it's that trope" and thought nothing of her. Clearly, I was wrong.

Impression now: Manuela is so nuanced. A lot of her motivation comes from needing to be loved, sure, but she gives as much love as she desires to receive. Like, dude, at some point between being a diva at a renown opera company(full time job) and coming to work at Garreg Mach, she became a physician. And a Professor. Like, HOW. I calculated this once, but at the start of 3 Houses she's only around 35??? At some point she must have started cramming her studies as hard as she could, and each field of study she chose benefited others. I also love that her ending cards sometimes mention that she dedicated the rest of her life to educating students from less fortunate families. Girl just wants life to feel good, and I love her for it so much. I think I've said this about every character I've been asked about so far, but she's one of my favorites.

Favorite moment: When she rants about wanting to stab the Death Knight herself. Or when the Death Knight isn't on the battlefield and she's like "Great, even the Death Knight is running away from me..."

Idea for a story: Manuela finds a spellbook on the ground that someone dropped. It's unlike anything she's ever seen, and that WILL show Hanneman, damnitt! She starts casting spells from this book that go HORRIBLY wrong, but she's oblivious and thinks she's doing great. Also she hasn't pieced together that the book she found is from Abyss.

Unpopular opinion: Is it popular to have an unpopular opinion about Manuela? Everyone has so many... Unpopular opinion: there's no way that Manuela is straight. Nope, nope that's also a popular opinion. I give up. I'm just sheeple.

Favorite relationship: With Ferdinand... I know, I know. I just think they are Rally Cute, and I love how he becomes a stay at home dad while she becomes Prime Minister.

Favorite headcanon: I am not the creator of this headcanon at all, but I love the headcanon that she stabbed the knife into the anatomical dummy to help her through the stress of getting attacked.

[pansexualkiba]

i'll soar away into the dawn oh i wish i could stay

Edelgard sat down in her seat on the airplane.

"Hiiii~!" Claude, her flight attendant, smiled, which was the first sign something was horribly wrong, "Welcome to Flight 17, where our motto is "We hope you make it☆!"

"Excuse me?" Edelgard demanded. She was ignored.

"On this two hour flight," Claude continued, "Kick back and relax because our captain just came back from his two year-long suspensioooon~♪!"

"Suspension?!" Edelgard shot up.

"But no worries! Calm down." Claude urged happily. "He just graduated from flight community college!!!!"

"COMMUNITY?!?!??!" Edelgard screamed. Suddenly, the intercom pinged on.

"Hi everyone! It's me, your pilot for the evening!" Dimitri sang, "My name is プレインクラッシュ, which is Japanese for Plane Crash." Edelgard's face became haunted. Dimitri continued. "We will be taking off in a few right when I can find thi-" A button was pressed, and Dimitri was cut off.

"너를 보여 줘!!!!!!!" Chuu screamed.

"달콤달콤해 새콤달콤해," Yeojin and Go Won sang, "매콤매콤해 매콤새콤해, 상큼상큼해 상큼-"

"WOOhoohooHOo," Dimitri sobbed as he turned off the music, "I'm so sorry I'm so sorry that is my playlist it's my birthday next week I'm sorry-"

"Get me off this plane." Edelgard demanded.

"No." Claude refused.

They stared at each other.

"GET me off this-"

"Aaaall right~♪!" Claude clapped his hands, "Any questions?"

"Sir?" Edelgard raised her hand.

"Yeah."

"Why am I the only one on this plane?" Edelgard asked, motioning to the otherwise totally empty cabin.

"That's a great question, baby." Claude answered.

Edelgard stared at Claude. "Why am I the onl

Claude walked down the aisle, culotte heels clacking as he went.

The plane took off as the cabin shook from the captain's playlist.

Take me High High High High 이 기분이 너무 좋아 두근대 (So bad) 어떡해 (Oh yeah) 내 맘이 달아, 달아올

[these-detestable-hands]

1, 3, 5, 8, 17, 18, 19, 21, and 22!!!!!!

1. Favorite traveler and did I start with them?

It's Osvald and no, I started with Partitio

3. Favorite single chapter?

Osvald chapter 4 obviously, I also really like Partitio chap 3, Castti chap 2 Sai and Throné chap 3 Montwise

5. Favorite boss fight?

Claude, Roque or Dolcinaea. I love Claude's gimmick of turning into (I think it was that) other characters, I SCREAMED when I saw the train and oh my GOSH the song of hope is so good plus Dolcinaea's sprite is so cool AND the gimmick of fighting her twice

8. Favorite secret job?

Arcanist! I love the whole "do damage, get hp/sp" thing, plus I put it on Osvald and he's so so strong I love him

17. Best relationship/dynamic between to characters?

Not picking just one cause that would be a crime.

Castti and Malaya: obviously it's flawless, they are tragic lovers

Castti and Edmund: I am such a huge fan of an annoying mf getting whipped into shape by a mom friend who snapped

Osvald and Harvey: you played the game, you get it

Oboro and Ori: even though we never see them interact, it's still an awesome duo and I love (despise) them so so much

18. Headcanon for x character?

I'll do one for each!

Ochette is dyslexic. Castti is Italian/icelandic. Throné's favorite movie is one of those Barbie movies that they made like a million of. Osvald likes licorice pipes. Partitio chews on tabbacco and smokes so so much. Agnea goes feral over brigadeiros. Temenos has body image issues for various reasons. Hikari is autistic.

19. A moment that made me cry?

So on my first playthrough, I didn't cry at all. But before doing journey for the dawn, I started a second file for fic research purposes. I started sobbing at the end of Osvald's chapter 4 battle when the grieving golem started doing damage to itself to heal the party. Hurted my heart fr. Almost cried at Castti chapter 3 both times I played it. Did not cry at Temenos Stormhail but did feel upset. In journey for the dawn, then during the last phase of the fight where you use all 8 travelers, everyone has a special line they say. Osvald's is "Elena..." I heard it and started sobbing. I had to pause the game for a few minutes so I could actually focus.

21. A moment that made me laugh out loud?

In journey for the dawn, I wanted the last hit on Vide to be with Osvald max boosted one true magic, but it ended up being with hired help cause I underestimated the amount of damage I did.

22. An amusing anecdote from your playthrough?

I was home alone while playing on the tv. I repeat things characters saying and I talk to myself so a lot. My sister came home from school while I was doing Partitio chapter 3 and I was talking so much that she joked about me being a gameplay youtuber

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Golden Wildfire - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

And now... more notes.... *sobs about these chapters*

Story

Lysithea is concerned about the future of their new federation. She says the structure between the Federation and the Kingdom is different, but she’s not actually basing it off of anything.

Lorenz says the Five Great Lords still have voices for the King to hear, so if Claude does something he doesn’t like... he will use that voice to say who is truly worthy to rule? Uh.... bad news, Lorenz... 

Minor nobles are more upset with the changes, it seems. 

One NPC notes that they should ally with the Kingdom, and it would be a good chance to improve relations with them. 

While the minor lords never had a vote before per say, they could still submit complaints in and be aware of roundtable discussions. Now, they can’t anymore. 

Lorenz thinks there is unrest due to imperial troops instead. 

Petra wants to return to Brigid. 

Interesting, so the Eastern bishop coronated Claude. Claude was kinda against it but eventually was convinced. The bishop said it wasn’t truly necessary to become king without the goddess’ blessing, but simply that the world wasn’t quite ready for it yet. 

I’ve noticed that there are far less recruiting here in GW. By this point, SB has given you a lot of new characters - two in chapter 4, three in chapter 6 or so, etc. But GW has drip-fed me a recruit, one a chapter or none at all per chapter. 

Wait, Claude is going to meet with Edelgard now? 

Oh... oh no.... It’s happening, isn’t it?

“I only response to a invitation by an alliance lord, the attack wasn’t unprovoked”. Jesus, Edelgard.

 I guess gunning for the Alliance’s capital was ALSO invited, HM?!

That is not an apology (even Claude calls her out on it a bit).

Edelgard sent a letter, and now the Central Church must be eliminated. 

The character models literally popping into existence in this scene is hilarious. 

So, because they are offering stability on the border, Claude is just... ok with helping taking out the Central Church?! Literally, the Central Church has done nothing until this point. They finally only did something in this chapter, which is appear in territories that want to leave the Federation and that’s it. 

At least there was a better build up to this alliance than whatever SB had to fucking offer. Sort of. 

Edelgard literally ignored Shez, kek. 

And Shez is right. “Wait, the Kingdom and the Church are suddenly our enemies now? and everyone is just on board with this?” apparently, maybe yes, Shez. 

Holy fuck, literally the first battle for the side missions is chase down the Knights of Seiros. 

Literally wtf Claude? 

“This is not a repudiation of the teaching of Seiros, just to dissolve the Central Church.” THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS. 

HOLY FUCK. WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! 

WHAT HAPPENED?! 

WHAT?!

WHAT IS GOING ON?!

ALL OF THIS CAME FROM NOWHERE, WHERE DO I START?! 

“That would mean killing Lady Rhea” EXCEPT IN SB APPARENTLY, EDELGARD WAS INTENT ON JUST CAPTURING HER, WHY DID WE JUMP RIGHT TO KILLING HER HERE?!

“Those two [Rhea and Seteth] aren’t what they seem to be, if what the Empire says is true, that’s it” YEAH, BUT YOU ARE READY TO GO AFTER THEM NOW?!

Ok, I have so many thoughts that I had to put them in a separate post. Please.. check this post out for them here.

That NPC who wanted to join with the Kingdom is worried about trusting the Empire, and is surprised this is happening.

Linhardt also has new words to say. He doesn’t care about the Empire anymore but is glad for the ceasefire because it means he might... get to rest more since they won’t need his Empire knowledge anymore. Y-yay?

In one of the side battles, we have to fight Viscount Albany, one of the Alliance lords trying to defeat. Another side battle as a different Federation lord looking to defect as well. 

Another interesting side map where a rescued commoner becomes an ally and becomes a wyvern lord.

Ah, is this when Randolph dies? The man designed to die at all times?

Looks like the Imperial army is struggling against the Knights of Seiros. Which didn’t happen in SB. 

Claude’s got another scheme that he’s not telling us. 

Ah, we recruit Hapi and Constance in this chapter. 

There is a strategy called “Fleetfoot” here, which is literally magical shoes you can get that can make you run faster. 

Even the Knights are like “What, who is attacking us?!” 

Claude says to not letting of them escape. He was more worried about imperial troops in part 1 and their lives than he is the Knights here in part 2.

Randolph is dead. Bye

Hapi has a cute nickname for Catherine. Cathy!

Huh, unlike in SB, Constance and Hapi seem more ok helping the Church. In SB, they were like “urg, why are they making us?”

And... we killed Catherine. Poor thing.

AND WE LOOT HER CORSE FOR HER SWORD

None of the church’s soldiers survived the fucking battle.

The Imperial forces were wiped out, while the Federation forces were barely hit. 

Claude feels bad because while all the enemies (as he calls them) being wiped out is the ideal outcome, it still leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

“These hands will never be clean again.” YOU DAMN RIGHT BOY.

It’s amazing. I actually feel MORE like a bad guy in this route than fucking Edelgard’s route, and they said things like “THE ENEMY CHOSE DEATH BY NOT BENDING THEIR KNEE TO OUR WILL”

At least Shez is chewing him out. Even Judith is chewing him out. That he’s not inspiring loyalty with his actions. 

Even Lorenz during battle was like “wtf?”

“I’m going to follow the path I believe in” Ok , pop off, king. 

I just realized something. This was meant to be a chapter putting down Alliance nobles that are trying to defeat. Well, they got defeated in those side battles.... and the route mission ended up being killing all those Knights of Seiros. 

Guess Claude allowed for Constance since she wasn’t a knight of seiros. 

Chapter 10

Fleche also exists just to be crazy and have be full of tiny revenge. 

Claude’s actions are about to have consequences. 

This “Imperial general” is 100% a Slither though. 

Fleche has a thing about wanting to kill kings. 

Whoa, Byleth again. We’ve.... we’ve barely seen him this time around. Guess this is the recruitment chapter for him. 

And now, no one has anything to say about Claude’s actions.

And also, no one in the Federation fucking cares that the fucking Church has been declared war. And I thought the Central Church was in control? 

“We are going to wipe the Church of the map and defeat the kingdom, but in a way that kills as little as possible” Yeah, good luck with that. 

Another map with a single battle? Damn. More than SB already. 

Claude thanks me for Shez and Judith giving it to him so he doesn’t get wrapped up in his own ideas. Sigh....

The Eastern Church has no soldiers because the territory that keeps them prevents them from every having them. HMMM?

Even Arval is like “since ancient times, people have thought it was wise to band under a single king and try to unify their viewpoints. He wonders when that will end. 

Linhardt has a point - “the end result is the same anyway, even if I voice my concerns with the king”. 

Literally people are more concerned with the fact Claude didn’t tell them than what he actually did. 

Hapi and Constance have concluded they only got to live because they weren’t truly Knights of Seiros or Imperial Forces. 

So Claude just showed up one day with a letter from his mother. And since she was friends with Judith, that’s why Judith has been supporting him since then. 

Commoners got to be part of the roundtable but like... Ignatz, you are friends with the king. It’s not exactly the biggest change of all time. 

Petra thinks Claude did a good thing and praises his actions instead as a “good hunter”. 

Well, time it invade... the Kingdom....

No wait, Fleche is coming for her revenge. 

Phew. 

And I betcha she hired Byleth and Jeralt too. 

Wait, we persuade Yuri this chapter too?

And we are protecting Claude this chapter, kinda like how we protected Edelgard in chapter 9 in SB

Myson appears here. Those Slithers... and that’s it, he retreats

This game REALLY wants me to care about Fleche and Randolph. :/ 

Path A - Recruiting Byleth

It was really easy recruiting Byleth this time. Except Claude didn’t sometimes MOVE so I had to repeat the battle once as a result. 

This doesn’t feel as impactful as SB. We honestly barely fight Byleth here. 

Oh great, Claude is like “It’s like I have been calling out to you this whole time.” 

Ok, we have not seen Dimitri or the Church members this whole time. 

Whoa, they only suspect the Federation had a hand in Catherine’s death. Interesting. 

Seteth is shocked that the Empire allowed the Eastern Church to rise, rather than the Federation bend a knee to the Southern Church. 

Did we just skip the part where the sea route was suggested?

Ah, here is Nader. 

Nader fucking manipulated the King of Almyra to sign a piece of paper he didn’t know he was signing. 

HOLY FUCK, CLAUDE REALLY INSTIGATED A SRENG ATTACK.

CLAUDE

CLAUDE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

And now we are after the Kingdom, JUST GREAT. 

Path B - Killing Jeralt

Ok, so, the difference between recruiting Byleth or not doesn’t make as much sense as it does in SB. Jeralt just decides to continue his job despite Fleche dying. But in the other way, he just decides to stop. It’s a little contrived.

Judith’s death is a little harder to swallow than Randolph’s kek. Poor Judith. You really feel it, it feels more personal this time. 

Finally, now HERE is a real consequence to Claude’s actions. 

Although Byleth was only doing his job here, it’s also just not a random battle. This was a group out for revenge. 

Both better and worse than SB in different ways. Siiiigggghhhhh

Now THIS feels like a lesson learned about letting Randolph die. 

Finally, some nuance here about Crests a bit. Lysithea points out that not everyone who has a Crest is a noble. At this GW has a leg up on that front compared to SB. 

“These aren’t just mercs selling themselves for gold” No, but they are about to be an invading force instead. 

Aaaannnnd the mood is like Judith never died in the first place in the next scene. Sort of, some minor dialogue changes.

Paralogue

One paralogue pops up in chapter 9 - Lorenz, Ignatz, and Raphael. I already did it in my SB run, so I won’t discuss it again here. 

Chapter 10 also sees one more paralogue - Hilda and Marianne’s. 

There have been very few paralogues so far, especially unique ones. 

So Hilda was scouting a kingdom camp and got seen.

Ingrid appears as the final boss of this map too.... :( 

That’s really all I got out of this paralogue, lol 

Supports

Some supports open up here. 

Claude and Shez B - Claude tells Shez that it his idea that they should get rid of the roundtable. 

“Alliance” “Federation” “They are the same thing. Just named something different as to get rid of the old system” That means it’s not the same thing, Claude. 

And nooooow we are back to Shez’s adoptive mom. Boring. But... why was Shez booted from the village after his mom died? That’s weird. 

Hilda and Claude A support - Hilda feels like the new system is actually more of a hassle than the roundtable ever was. “We need a fierce leader” Claude, calling  yourself a fierce leader ,huh?

Hilda asking him if this is really wanted. And she finds the fact there is a king uncomfortable, especially since it was a friend of hers. 

Claude and Marianne A - Lots of older house leaders are passing their titles to their heirs, likely because they don’t... like these changes to the Alliance. And I guess Claude’s worries are mostly gone now, since he has “resolve”. Ok...

Hilda and Shez A support - Nothing worth noting

Shez and Holst A support - Nothing to note, really. 

Hilda and Holst A support - It’s cute. Hilda being the guest of honor instead. Hilda killed an enemy commander and changed the tide of the battle. I liked this one. 

Hilda and Linhardt A support - Um... it’s a support, all right. It exists. 

Ignatz and Raphael A support - A nice support. That’s all there is to say. 

Claude and Lorenz A support - Lay it in him, Lorenz. Although, Lorenz would rather be... king. 

A “non-hereditary monarch” Ooohhhh, “democracy”. Sure, sure... Ok. I mean, I have a lot to SAY about how that may fall apart without a proper set up, but ok, pop off kings. 

“The goddess’s grace didn’t support the creation of the Federation” but I’m pretty sure it did? Also, LITERALLY in this chapter there is a priest who said that Claude’s coronation DIDN’T need the blessing of the goddess.

Hilda and Lysithea A support - “Only Crests matter” and yet, Holst literally has no Crest. And was made head of his house and not Hilda....

Balthus and Hilda A support - “My brother can’t stand anything that isn’t just” and yet he’s more on board with invading the Kingdom for the Church! (Also, jesus, Holst and Balthus are SO MUCH taller than Hilda) 

Some support open up in chapter 10

Holst and Claude’s A support - Holst is Claude’s biggest supporter, even ok with overthrowing the Kingdom. 

Urg, this is all about how the Church enforces the system of nobility. Claude wants to knock down all the walls. But this support is more about... Hilda’s future.....

Books

Allied Territories of Leicester: Book One (1180 Edition)

Can be checked out freely

Riegan

A duchy. Had fertile lands and meadows. Has capital city Derdriu, which is a gorgeous port dubbed the Aquatic Capital. 

Has no dominate industry. But boasts robust fishing, agriculture, commerce, and manufacturing. 

Only drawback is lack of mineral resources. 

Gloucester

A county second only to Riegan in size in the Alliance. Composed of woodlands and plains, industries make up of its natural resources. Agriculture, like dairy farming, and lumber and hunting flourish. 

Has strong tradition of arts. 

Capital is Edgaria, home to many artists’ workshops. 

Daphnel

A county between the mountains and the vast plains of the Vimur River mouth to the east.

Hotbed of commerce due to bordering the Kingdom and having easy access to Derdriu. 

Has the Valley of Torment, Ailell, within its borders.

Phlegethon

A small viscounty, but home to the Great Bridge of Myrddin that spans the Airmid River, giving an advantage to trade. 

Siward

A small, mountainous viscounty with no notable products.

Albany

A viscounty and a stopover for pilgrims on their way to the monastery. 

Burgundy

A viscounty and the eastern gateway to the monastery. Near the source of the Airmid River, it features a number of natural sites including the Caledonian Plateau. 

Allied Territories of Leicester: Book Two (1180 Edition)

Can be checked out freely

Goneril

A duchy known for its undulating topography, including Foldan’s Throat. Produces rare gemstones there that are popular with nobility

Many warrior groups and mercenaries have banded there due to frequent fights with Almyra. Mercantile trade caters to fighters there as part of the economy. 

Ordelia

A county that spreads out west from the southern tip of Foldan’s Throat. Airmid River forms the region’s southern border. Water source allows for cultivation of various crops, but has been outdone by Gloucester recently. 

Spirit distilling is robust, with Ordelia-made vauda being considered a luxury item. 

Edmund

A margraviate consisting of the northernmost point in Leicester, along with islands to its west. Mainland is bustling and profitable hub of trade and is home to many merchants. 

Territory’s islands are infested with pirates. Sreng lies just across the waters to the north, and Almyran Navy is close as well. So, many dangers. 

Albrecht

A barony that is well-positioned as a hub of finance. 

Muller

A barony. Though narrow, the region is almost entirely covered in woodlands. 

It’s high-quality lumber is exported throughout Leicester. 

Nilsson

A viscounty that protects the Eastern Church to which is attached. 

Kupala

A realm of mountain people. Strictly speaking, it is not an actual member of the Alliance. The region has some relations with its surrounding neighbors, though not to an extensive degree. 

Bundle of Illustrations

Summary of Act I

Liora, an Adrestian village girl, finds herself lost in the deep woods that blanket the foothills of the Oghma Mountains. 

While making her way through the mysterious, foggy woods, she encounters a bizarre and gigantic creature. It has one long horn, and resembles both a wyvern and a pegasus. 

Summary of Act II

Liora flees the giant creature, but once again gets lost in the seemingly magical fog. Eventually a mysterious boy appears from the fog and speaks to her. “My home is just ahead. You can rest there.”

Summary of Act II

Liora begins living in the boy’s house deep in the woods. He is a skilled hunter and a capable blacksmith. Before long, Liora has fallen for him. Little does she know a reunion with the giant creature she had fled awaits her. 

Summary of Act IV

Having learned the truth of these woods, Liora is deeply trouble. The boy sees this...

(Synopsis of a Miffelfrank Opera Company production)