#dishevelled link my beloved

[tyrannicalgiraffe]

Zelda sketch dump!!!

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Propaganda

Lilian Bond (The Old Dark House)—no propaganda submitted

Fay Wray (King Kong)— the original scream queen!! she started acting in silent comedies as a teenager and got her first big break when erich von stroheim cast her as the lead in the wedding march. her career started to take off starring in silent movies at paramount, and she survived the transition to sound smoothly - josef von sternberg’s weird proto-noir thunderbolt was one of her first sound films. she began to make horror movies in the early 1930s, such as doctor x and mystery of the wax museum, both filmed in beautiful two-strip technicolor (which looked like this if you're curious. i just think it's neat!), as well as the vampire bat, the most dangerous game, and of course the boy himself, king kong. a little on how she worked with her most famous costar: “Although Kong appeared huge, the full figure was a model covered with rabbit hair, standing only 18 inches tall, that was filmed one frame at a time by stop-motion photography artist Willis O'Brien and his crew. The 5ft 3in Wray only knew one part of the ape's body when she was grasped in an articulated 8ft long hand. Hence the title of her 1989 autobiography, On The Other Hand. ‘I would stand on the floor,’ she recalled, ‘and they would bring this arm down and cinch it around my waist, then pull me up in the air. Every time I moved, one of the fingers would loosen, so it would look like I was trying to get away. Actually, I was trying not to slip through his hand.’” (link)

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Fay Wray:

Actress prominently known for starring in horror, she was one of cinema's original "scream queens". She knocks it out of the park whenever she's with the horror genre, bringing a depth and likability to characters that would other be flat and boring characters.

An early scream queen, name me another woman who could look so beautiful while so disheveled and scared for her life

She was name-dropped not once but TWICE in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. She's arguably the original Scream Queen.

[kitasgloves]

comforting your insecure bf

part 2 . part 3 . part 4

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post

— ♬ Kageyama Tobio

Your long-time boyfriend Kageyama Tobio was adored by many for his outlandish talent as a setter in volleyball and for his handsome looks. You weren't naive to the people developing adorable crushes on the athlete and the people thirsting over him online. It appeared to you that Kageyama was contented with what he has in life at the moment.

However, you were oblivious to your boyfriend's surprising confession of his insecurity. You have no clue that Kageyama has been harboring it for a long period. He tells you that it was perhaps linked to his high school trauma of being left behind, he developed a thought that he wasn't good enough when he was a teenager. That's why he pushed everybody away and focused on volleyball, he believed he wasn't good enough to make anyone stay.

Now, that was a load of bullshit. Although it's sad to think Kageyama still felt this way until his adulthood despite having a secure life, you weren't going to let him believe further that he was unworthy of being loved. Your boyfriend was lovable, he has adorable ways of showing you affection, and he's deeply honest and comfortable with you.

"Ahhh, [Name] slow down, please"

Kageyama lets out a breathless moan as you pumped his cock vigorously in front of the bedroom mirror. His athletic shorts were pulled down and his shirt exposed his toned abs. You settled from behind on the bed, burying your face against his neck as your warm breath tickles his skin. Kageyama desperately grips the bedsheets throwing his head back while you jerked him off.

"Baby you sound so pretty right now"

"Please [Name], want to cum"

"I'll make you cum if you stop telling yourself that you're unlovable"

The setter turns his head to you but you force him to look into the mirror. He gazes at his disheveled reflection, panting with your hand now massaging his balls.

"Tobio, you're so sweet, kind, and patient"

"You make me so happy in so many ways"

"You're better than what you think you are. If you were so unlovable, then I wouldn't have stayed would I, love?"

You whisper tenderly against his ear. He was hypnotized by your words and the way your hand around his cock continuously pushed him to the edge. His heart threatened to burst out of his ribcage.

"You're so fucking hot too. I like it when you moan, Tobio"

"I like the way you kiss me when we fuck"

"I like how your cock makes me cum every time"

Kageyama swallows as his head grows dizzy, his release is a few strokes away and you can feel it. His hips begin to buck against your hand as he watches himself fall apart through the mirror. When you cooed his name, he goes slack as cum shoots out of his cock, coating both your hand and his abdomen. He collapses in your arms. When he opened his eyes, he tiredly smiled at you.

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life, [Name]"

"I should be saying that to you, Tobio"

— ♬ Kozume Kenma

Being a famous YouTuber and a figure on the internet didn't save Kenma Kozume from all the wholesome, deranged, and horny posts about his handsome looks on the internet. Everyone was infatuated with Kodzuken once in their life, you included. You were just lucky enough to end up with him. You couldn't care less if the internet was mad about you for stealing their hot gamer YouTuber. Although you were unbothered about the small percentage of hate you got from the people on the internet, criticizing your public relationship with Kenma, there's a much smaller percentage you weren't aware that has been bothering your beloved boyfriend.

You know Kenma was chronically online, even if he chooses not to admit it. He always knows the trending topics and drama, no matter the size of it. So it's no surprise that he stumbles to the small group of people calling him unworthy of you. Kenma thought it was absurd for a while until he kept reading more.

He sees clips of his live streams where he's dismissing you during a tough game when you walked in the room to give him a snack, he even shouted at you one time because he lost. He remembers missing your anniversary because he got distracted playing with his friends. And how could he forget how he made fun of you live in front of his audience for sucking at Mario Kart when he invited you. Before he realizes it, Kenma is convinced that he is a bad boyfriend.

Despite his unbothered demeanor, you know how Kenma cares a lot even the little things. So when you found out how he's absorbing the hate he got online, you knew it had gone over to his head. As soon as he was finished recording a gameplay, you dragged him out of his gamer chair and pushed him on the bed. Surprised, he watches you push the mirror in front of him. He raises a brow when you order him to strip, he obeys when he sees the dark look in your eyes.

"Kenma, how long have you been listening to the wrong people, hm?"

You gently asked him as you slowly stroked his cock, Kenma whimpered, suddenly unable to form any words to respond. He was flushed all over, losing the ability to think straight.

"Do you think those stupid haters are right, huh? Do you think you don't deserve me?"

Kenma moans when you begin to play with his balls, his heartbeat wildly banging against his ribcage. His brain felt like mush.

"Look at the mirror, Kenma. Do you think that handsome man staring back at you is a shitty boyfriend?"

"...Yes"

"Well, you're fucking wrong. Because my boyfriend is the best in the world"

You hear Kenma's breath hitch. The male can feel his heart flutter in his chest. The longer you jerked him off, the more the pleasure overtakes all of his senses.

"My boyfriend is so cute and nice he gives me animal crossing plushies"

"My boyfriend is so smart and fantastic at video games"

"My boyfriend is so fucking hot when he fucks me hard after a tough game"

Now, you got Kenma openly moaning and struggling to keep his eyes on the mirror. If you continue showering him with compliments like that, he's afraid he's not going to last long. His hands grab your thighs tightly with every breath you steal from his lungs.

"Are you ready to stop listening to those people online, baby?"

"Are you ready to listen to me?"

Kenma nods and you smirked. Your hand pumps his cock faster ripping a high-pitched moan from your boyfriend. You force him to watch the mirror as you kiss his neck and inhale the scent of his hair while you jerk him toward orgasm. When Kenma cums, he spasms with his cum shooting in different directions. The crash brought by the pleasure was so overwhelming it sent his eyes to the back of his head. You waited as his high melted. Kenma meets your eyes through the mirror and you send him a sweet smile, and he returns it gratefully.

"I don't deserve you, [Name]"

"Hey! What did I say, Kenma?"

"That I'm the best boyfriend in the world"

"Damn right"

He turns around to pin you to the bed before towering on top of you, there was a determined glint in his eye that made you gulp.

"How about I return the favor, love?"

— ♬ Iwaizumi Hajime

Everyone liked Iwaizumi Hajime. He was kindhearted, hardworking, and most of all drop-dead hot. He can make anyone drool with that muscular body of his. Nobody was immune to the boyish charm of the athletic trainer, that could be said the same to you. As the manager of the Japan Volleyball Team, you were bound to meet Iwaizumi. You remember how incredibly lucky you were when he asked you out on a date.

When you and Iwaizumi became official, things began to appear clearer. You have concluded that you couldn't live without your boyfriend, as dramatic as it seems. You met Iwaizumi's best friend after the Olympics. Oikawa Tooru and you got along well through teasing Iwaizumi, the way you two immediately became close after meeting planted an odd feeling in the athletic trainer's chest.

He'd like to brush it off as a trick of the eye, but he thought you were smiling wider because of Oikawa. Your laughter sounded louder when Oikawa told you a funny story. He could've sworn he caught you blushing when the setter was anywhere physically close to you. Iwaizumi knows he wasn't jealous, he knows what that felt like. But this one's familiar.

It reminded him of high school when he saw people flock around his best friend. The way Oikawa effortlessly attracted everyone's attention and gained their affection made his chest hollow. After all, why would anyone pay attention to him? He wasn't anything spectacular compared to his best friend.

After Oikawa went home, you noticed how quiet Iwaizumi had been. You knew your boyfriend so it was easy to find out why he was behaving this way. When you realize that it had something to do with Oikawa earlier, your heart cracks. Did he feel insecure? No, it can't be. But then why does he appear so down?

"Hajime, come here"

You call out to him on the bed. He lazily walks over to you, as he sits you positioned right behind him. You wrapped your arms around him and planted butterfly kisses all over his neck. His breath stuttered when you reached for the hem of his sweatpants.

"Wh-what are you doing, [Name]?"

"Shhh, lemme touch you"

With red cheeks, Iwaizumi reluctantly helps you pull his sweatpants off. It didn't take long for him to feel aroused. The moment he got a boner, your hand was already around his cock. He lets out a low hiss. You give him a few leisure pumps.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, babe"

"[Name] I-"

"I said, eyes on the mirror, Hajime"

Iwaizumi reluctantly gazed at the mirror in front of the bed, he was not prepared for the lewd sight that awaited. His legs were spread with your hand stroking his cock, his face was flushed with sweat trickling down his forehead. Your eyes stared at his through the mirror.

"God, you're so handsome, Hajime"

"I'm so fucking lucky to have you in my life, babe"

The athletic trainer can feel his heart skipping beats, and his head begins to spin because of the sudden compliments and the erotic handjob.

"Were you upset earlier because I was hanging out with Oikawa?"

Iwaizumi nodded, he wanted to be honest with you. A tiny smile rises on your lips.

"I'm sorry, baby. Didn't mean to make you feel insecure"

"You know, you're the only one for me, Hajime"

You whisper tenderly against his ear. When you reach down to caress his balls, Iwaizumi lets out a choked moan.

"Oikawa may be handsome but you're my type"

"You're so fucking amazing, Hajime"

"You're so kind, patient, hardworking, and hot"

"Plus, you're good at pounding me senseless"

The pace of your hand went faster at every praise and it's making Iwaizumi go cross-eyed. He has a gorilla grip on your thigh as he watches you jerk him off to his release, he engraves it in his brain as it pushes him to his orgasm. Iwaizumi cums with a silent scream and throws his head back. He paints your hand with his cum. When he looks in the mirror again, you are smiling at him like he's the best thing that has ever happened in your life.

"Did you mean everything you said, [Name]?"

"Of course, Haji, why wouldn't I?"

"Especially the last part?"

"I only speak facts, babe"

Iwaizumi smiles as he grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours. Both of you collapsed on the bed, giggling and clinging to each other.

— ♬ Akaashi Keiji

You found it magical that no matter the stress Akaashi Keiji as an editor or a shōnen manga magazine, he manages to look so pretty. It seemed like the stress barely affected him at all. Your boyfriend was one of the underrated hardworking editors in his department, he may not have continued volleyball after high school, but he was contented with his life.

You and Akaashi have been together for long enough to be fairly involved in each other's lives. Being with Akaashi meant you have met his best friend, Bokuto Koutaro. Bokuto was a sweetheart, he was the former captain/teammate of Akaashi's and now a professional volleyball player.

Akaashi liked Bokuto very much, he looked up to him and cared about his well-being a lot. Today on his day off, he and Bokuto decided to hang out. They went jogging, he realized that he wasn't as physically active as he was in high school. They went to Onigiri Miya for breakfast, almost everyone approached Bokuto for an autograph or picture. They barely had a conversation because of the fans flooding in to meet him, and Bokuto was too kind to reject them. They ended up in Akaashi's apartment, it was a hot afternoon so both of them lounged in front of the fan, shirtless and watching a movie.

Akaashi subtly gazed at Bokuto's carefully sculpted body and looked at his slightly chubby tummy. Akaashi frowned, it was true that he barely had time to do some exercises or workouts because of how busy he was lately. Before he could stop himself, he began comparing himself to his best friend. He wondered how the hell did you end up with him, who was barely anyone special. He's just a guy you happened to fall in love with you.

Bokuto left later before you arrived. Akaashi decided to block out the insecure thoughts by finishing his work on his laptop. You notice how he was ignoring you when you got home, he looked frustrated when you checked on him. When you call him to eat dinner, he doesn't respond. You enter his office and approach him, but he won't let go of his laptop. You scowled and dragged him out of his office chair, he got out of your hold and sat down on the couch in front of the mirror. He was stressed, so you decided to help him.

"[Name]? What the-huh?!"

You settled behind him and unbuttoned his pants, he gasped when you pulled down his pants to his thighs. Your hand slipped into his boxers and grabbed his cock.

"[Name]"

Akaashi stuttered your name. You shush him by pulling his dick out of his boxers, his breath hitched. His eyes trailed to the mirror and watched the pornographic sight of you giving him a handjob, his heartbeat rings in his ears as he continued watching.

"[Name], please stop"

"Why, Keiji?"

"I-I..."

"What's wrong, babe?"

"...Why did you fall in love with me, [Name]?"

You chuckled and planted a soft kiss on his neck, Akaashi shivered when you continued to jerk him off.

"Because you're wonderful, Keiji"

"You're so handsome, hardworking, and kindhearted"

Akaashi wanted to protest, to deny that what you're saying was wrong because he doesn't feel special. Until you started massaging his balls.

"You're so fucking special, Keiji. I've never met someone like you in my life and there's no way I'm letting you go"

"Nobody has ever fucked me good after the first date"

An embarrassed blush rises on Akaashi's cheeks as he recalled the memory of fucking you all night after his first date with you. Slowly, he lets himself melt against your touch. He allows himself to be consumed by the pleasure. With lidded eyes, Akaashi watched you stroke his cock through the mirror as you peppered his neck with kisses.

"I fucking love you so much, Keiji"

The way his heart leaps out of his chest when you started pumping his dick faster causes a loud moan to slip past his lips. You smirk as you showered him with praises against his ear, effectively banishing the insecurity out of his head, and replacing it with your love and pure pleasure.

"[Name], gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum for me, pretty boy"

With that command, Akaashi comes undone. He shuts his eyes as cum messily spurts on his boxers and your hands. You give him a loving kiss against his temple.

"Go clean up, I'll wait for you at the table, darling"

Before you can leave the room, Akaashi grabs your hand. You look at your boyfriend filled with sweat, breathless, and with glasses crooked, he smiles widely at you.

"I fucking love you too, [Name]"

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[rblooms]

The Love That Slipped Away.

this is part two of my previous story the love we lost.

Description: (Gojo x Reader) It's been a year since Satoru Gojo cheated on you. He thought it wouldn't hurt when you left him. He soon realized that you were the one for him.

Warnings: 18+, Strong language, MINORS DNI!

part 1 linked here

Days have been extremely dull and gray. Satoru has done nothing but work, exorcise curses, go home and rest. It's the same cycle every day. Sure, his oh so beloved Amy was there with him, but it wasn't the same. You would always lighten up a room with a smile, But Amy didn't. Satoru and Amy didn't have anything in common other than their sex life. Ever since you left him, he's been nothing but an empty shell of who he was. You took his heart with him that day.

He thought he would be better off with Amy but he was so very wrong. Amy was nothing but a pretty face with no personality. Satoru's students disliked Amy. They would always ask for you.

"Sensei! Where's Y/n?"

"I wish y/n was here."

"I miss Y/n!"

He has no clue where you are or what you have been up to. You blocked his number and social media accounts. He obviously tried looking you up but was always met disappointment when you were nowhere to be found.

A few months later. It was mid spring when Amy had cheated on him with another man. Satoru was heartbroken shattered even. Amy had left a wound on his heart. He truly did love her. His world was all about her but what is his world now that his left? He was left ruined and alone in the place he once called "home". He sat on his bed lost in thought. Heart now broken in pieces.

"Is this how y/n felt?"

He had finally felt what you felt the day you find out he was unfaithful. It was an awful feeling. It was a stomach-churning feeling. His beautiful blue eyes had opened. He realized what he lost. What he let slip away. He took your love for granted. You were meant for him. You were his person. You saw much more to Satoru other than the strongest and a pretty face. Memories of you and him being happy together flooded his mind. Tears filled his angelic cerulean eyes. He sobbed and sobbed till no more tears fell from his eyes. His porcelain skin was stained with tear streaks. His ocean like eyes were now red and puffy. His snow liked hair was disheveled and ruined.

Was it worth it? He chose a girl with a pretty face. A good fuck. Were his friends and students, right? Did he really just pick a doll face over the most extravagant person who always bighted a room with just their presence alone? Whose voice and smile always made his heart flutter like a bird in cage ready to burst. His warm bed that he once shared with you was now cold and barren. When was the last time he got a proper goodnight sleep?

He would do anything to get you back. no matter how long it takes. He has to see his other person. The person who still has heart.

He walked around the streets of Tokyo. He looked at the Stores and Cafes nearby. The cherry blossoms where in full bloom. Streets were covered in beautiful pink leaves. He eyed the Pastries that people were handing out. The sweet fruity delightful aroma of the pastries filled his nostrils. There was on peculiar scent that caught his attention. It was your scent. That sweet scent you always had. It was as if spring had blossomed all over you. He would never forget that sweet scent you always had.

His eyes widen and he looked to where the scent was. His eyes rapidly scanned over everyone. All he could hear was the sound of his heart beating. His eyes fell on your beautiful smile. There you were. God, you looked so mesmerizing. You were glowing. A sight for sore eyes even. His cerulean eyes were focused on you. The pink petals that flew in the wind complimented you so damn much. He has fallen for you all over again.

He was so happy he has finally seen you after so long. He walked towards you. His heart was pounding like crazy with each step he took.

"Y-Y/n..? is it really you...?" He spoke softly but loud enough to make you look at his direction. His heart skipped a beat. Your beautiful colored eyes stared at his disgustingly beautiful eyes.

"Satoru." You replied with a nonchalant voice. His heart ached with the emptiness in your voice. Your voice used to be sweet like an angel.

"You look good." Satoru complimented you with a soft smile but all it left was a sour taste in your mouth.

"Don't try to sweet talk me" You scoffed at him. Satoru awkwardly smiled.

"It's good to see you again."

"I wish I could say the same" There was a hint of sadness in your voice.

"L-Look I just wanted to-" Satoru was caught off by a voice coming from behind you.

"Sorry sweetie the line was really long." A tall man with long black hair with weird bangs and black circle stud earrings approached you. The unknown man gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek while he wrapped his arms around you. He had a pastry package with him.

"Oh? Satoru what are you doing here?" Satoru got a better look at the man Infront of him. It was his best friend Suguru Geto. They were friends back in high school before they separated ways.

"Suguru? What are YOU doing here?" Satoru was caught completely off guard. Why was his best friend here with his beloved? So many questions swirled in his head.

"I'm here shopping with my lover" Suguru wrapped his muscular arm around your waist pulling you into his side keeping you in a secure grasp. Satoru had jealousy and sadness in his bright blue eyes. Seeing you with another man had his heart aching. Your sweet warm smile wasn't for him anymore. He is no longer the man you wake up to every day. That should've been HIM by your side. Not Suguru.

"You guys know each other?" You asked your boyfriend Suguru turning your face to look at his beautiful face. He was smiling. "We have some history from back in our high school days. Long story short he's my best friend." Suguru gave you a warm smile. "So, who is he to you?" Suguru asked you with sweet smile.

"He's the unfaithful ex-boyfriend I've told you about." You said with a sigh. Satoru's heart twisted with sadness and guilt at the word "unfaithful". He eyes didn't dare to meet your eyes. He knew what he had done. How could he ever get you back? There's no way he would be able to call you his again. The guilt that drowned him was enough to make him puke.

"Oh, so Satoru is the man that crushed your heart all those months ago?" Suguru was looking at Satoru with nothing with disappointment. "I'll admit Satoru. I never expected this from you. How did you let such a sweet person slip through your fingers like sand. Hm well, I guess if it wasn't for your fuck up, I wouldn't have landed such a lovely person."

Suguru looked at his white-haired friend. Satoru looked ruined as he finally faced the music. "I never meant for shit to turn out like this. Fuck! I'm so sorry Y/n. I know an apology isn't going to change the fact I hurt you. I know we can't fix shit between us. I finally realized how much you loved me. You were my everything and still are. You gave me your all. I was pathetic to not treat you the same way. But I've lost you now. Even though I'm not the one who's going to be by your side anymore at least someone will." Tears fell from his Ocean colored eyes falling onto the pale sidewalk. People looked the commotion happening but carried on their day.

You looked at Satoru as he silently began wiping his tears. Suguru's grasp around your waist tightened. Suddenly, the memories you tried so hard to forget came back. The day you ended things with Satoru. The day your heart was shattered to pieces. The one fucking day you saw him and his girlfriend passionately making love. skin on skin. lips on lips. hand in hand. It all came back to you. You watched as the man in front you broke down in tears. His eyes becoming puffy. His blue ironed button up was now wrinkled and stained with tears.

You grabbed Suguru's hand and intertwined it with yours. He let go of the grasp he had you in. You looked at the broken man Infront of you.

"I wanted you and only you. But you wanted something more. And I couldn't give you that. You made your decision when you picked her over me. I gave you my word, my loyalty, my trust. But you didn't give me anything. I always ate dinner alone waiting for your arrival, but you would eat another womans dinner and share a warm meal together. Where was I when you went to her house to fuck? Was I even a priority to you? I was questioning my worth every damn night. The lipstick stains on your neck and clothes never went unnoticed. I begged for your attention for you to look at me again, but you never batted an eye. I was never important to you Satoru. I never was. The nights I slept alone and cold in our shared bed were always the worst nights ever. You only started caring once I left." You looked at him once more before turning around and walking away with your boyfriend hand in hand.

Satoru can only stare with tears running down his face. He was an idiot to come looking for you. He was an idiot losing you in the first place. Your words struck his heart. He looked at you as your walking away from him. He has to live with the guilt of betraying you. He managed to pick himself up and head home. The sky turned gray, and rain started pouring. He hopes the rain will wash away his sorrow. No one will ever replace you again. His love that slipped away. Maybe one day. just maybe you will comeback. Until then he'll wait for you with open arms.

Thanks for reading!!

Bloo Note: Hey guys so sorry for part 2 coming out so late. I was not gonna make "The Love We Lost" a part 2 originally lolol. BUT I did mange making a part two while juggling school. Ending was INSANLEY rushed but hope u guys eat this up (or hate it idc). credit to the people who made the dividers!! taglist: @kawaiivillainess98

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I have taxes to do, who wants to study/work with me and the blorbos?

Zelda groaned as she laid face down on the bed. Her companion stared at her, bemused as he raised an eyebrow. "Uh... you good over there, Princess?"

Slowly lifting her head, she glared at him under a heavy brow and disheveled curls. "I hate paperwork."

"What paperwork?" Link asked, crossing his arms and growing even more bewildered. This was the first she'd mentioned such an issue on her Epic Search of The Hero that had to involve him.

"I promised my mother I'd help sort out a negotiation with the Zora," Zelda explained. "But I have to read all this stupid rhetoric and figure out what they're even trying to say."

"You... brought homework on your quest to find the Hero." Link surmised.

A loud snort emitted from downstairs in the small home that had been gifted to them. Zelda huffed, yelling down the stairs, "I have a kingdom to run, okay?! At least I'm doing my duty!"

Link looked between the irate princess and the shadows of their elder companion downstairs as he flopped lazily onto the ground beside his beloved dog. Friend barked happily, scurrying up the stairs and then back down, tail tucked in excitement as she made the lap two, three, four times.

"Do you, uh, need help?" Link offered hesitantly. He wasn't exactly good at treaties, but he'd had to read a few contracts for his business.

"That would be great, actually," Zelda quipped, immediately perking up. Link was starting to regret this. She added loudly, "Our friend can help us too."

"I can't read," came the dull reply.

Zelda shot to her feet. "That's a lie and you know it!!"

"I mean..." Link shrugged. "He does live in the woods."

"He still won't even tell me his name," Zelda moaned, rolling her eyes. "I know you're the Hero, you jerk!"

Another snort from downstairs.

Link sighed as he grabbed the parchment from the princess' loose grip. This was going to be a long night.

[frost-link]

Can I have a Sidon x hylian reader angst fanfic or headcanon, where Sidon is in love with reader and wants to marry her, but he’s engaged to Yona, and his people might not like a hylian queen?

(Absolutely! I apologize if this is cheesy and short, it's currently 3AM!)

Where Fate Leads (Sidon X Reader Angst)

The sounds of water rippled throughout the architecture of Mipha's Court. The night was solemn, like the gentle rain falling from the gloom. Sidon stared upon Mipha's statue lost in thought. He pondered many different possibilities. What if his beloved sister was still alive? Would she have married Link? Would that have enabled the possibility of him getting to marry you instead? While the Zora had gained respect for Link, they had not opened their hearts to the idea of any other Hylians coming into the picture. Sidon had only ever seen Yona as a sister to him, you were the love of his life. His face was filled with so many different complex emotions. Words alone couldn't explain the pain he felt.

"Sister... I wish you were here to give me advice..." Sidon's voice was close to breaking. His fists were tightly clenched, as he was doing the best he could to maintain himself. "It's not fair, why must fate be so cruel?" He spoke quietly, soon shifting his gaze to the ground. He could see his own reflection being distorted from the rainfall. He was trying hard to control his own emotions. He didn't want anyone to see him in such a disheveled state. He soon heard a voice echo through his whole being.

"Sidon..." You had whispered gently, he immediately turned to you. He had lost his composure at the sight of you. He felt tears starting to pour from his golden irises.

"It's simply not fair, (Y/n). The only thing fate had ever done to me was take away the things I love." He had said in a broken tone. You had never heard or seen him like this before. He was clearly unhappy with his engagement to Yona. You approached him, softly grasping onto his tightened fists.

"Well, fate brought us together for a brief moment though, hasn't it? Isn't that at least a good thing?" You asked, trying to comfort him. You were beyond broken yourself but you wanted to be strong for him. You didn't want him to feel anymore pain. Sidon's hands had loosened a bit, before he moved them to hold yours.

"It's cruel nonetheless, my love... I'm always supposed to see the good in everything, but I can't see the good in fate right now, not when it's being the thing that's going to tear us apart." He cried to you, beginning to pull you into his arms. He held you close and tight, as if you would vanish if he ever let go.

"Sidon, I'll always love you. Even if you marry another. Even if we can't be together in this lifetime..." You murmured, feeling yourself wanting to cry as well. Sidon then pulled away.

"No... I refuse to let fate get in between us!" Sidon stated with a firm tone.

"Sidon, you can't just alter the arrangement. The Zora don't even like seeing us together..." You said trying to reason with him, you didn't want to watch his reputation crumble either. You wanted the best for him, your feelings didn't matter at this moment. This is what you told yourself anyway.

His saddened gaze turned into a stern one, eyeing you. "My people are important to me, (Y/n)..." Sidon starts, his voice picking up a bit more. "However, this supposed fate is not real to me... Not anymore. What's real to me is you. I don't care what my people think. They'll learn to get to know you, and eventually love you for who you are. If they can do that for Link, they can do it for you." He said, determined. He seemed to have a new possible spark in his slitted pupils. You nodded quietly at him. "I'll find a way to call off this engagement, my love." Sidon said before giving you a kiss on the forehead. To him, you were worth fighting for. Even if fate took that away.

[jaegerisim]

Screaming And Crying (and kissing in the rain).

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One of these days Will was going to fire his manager. The manager in question being his beloved stepsister, El Hopper.

"So I'm supposed to believe you forgot Mike fucking Wheeler is gonna play my love interest? You just conveniently forgot, right? Fucking great!" Will paced his living room back and forth. He was on the verge of hysteria. It didn't help his mood that Dan, his boyfriend, had cheated on him. That fucking asshole.

"Just calm down, Will. I know you and Mike have a complicated history between the two but you need to do this" reasoned El, calmly sipping from her mug of coffee.

"Do what? A gay rom-com with Mike Wheeler playing my boyfriend? How is that gonna help? How is that gonna change the fact that him and I detest each other. How?" demanded Will, throwing himself on top of his couch, like the dramatic person he is.

"Oh, the tragedy! You and Mike have to make-out! Oh, the horrors!" interrupted Max Mayfield, Will's best friend, eating a baguette.

Will plucked the baguette from her hand and took a bite from it.

"Oh, shut up. Besides I doubt you guys want to see Lucas anymore than I want to see Mike!" snapped Will, knowing he'd hit a sore subject for both girls.

Max pressed her lips in a fine line. "Lucas will probably ignore me, which is what you should do with Mike! Ignore his antiques and live your life."

"Besides why do I need to do this?" spoke Will while chewing.

"Ew, gross. Swallow before talking, for fucks sake!" Max gagged.

"Will, I need you to get this through your thick skull, m'kay? You are an actor, right? Well your job is acting then. Not living off the press and media like a leech." scolded El, and she did have a point. Will had been living off the press for the last 2 years with romantic scandals and modelling jobs.

"Fine, I'll do it. Whatever. I don't care, but if this movie flops it's your fault!" Will wags his finger between Max and El, for emphasis.

"If you'd even bothered to read the script you would know this movie isn't going to flop." The red haired huffed

"I don't need to read to know it's gonna flop 'cause Mike and I are gonna play boyfriends and we are rivals! He is my nemesis, even! I can't stand his smug, freckled face!" Will let out a frustrated groan. "I need a smoke. Max, you coming?"

Max gave El a small kiss on the lips and followed Will to the garden.

"How can I play Mike's boyfriend without gagging. We have 0 chemistry! Who the fuck casted this shit?" said Will lighting his cigarette and passing the lighter over to Max

"First of all, the casting was done by Robin Buckley and the director is Murray Batman, so you keep your mouth shut." snapped Max, she was Mr. Bauman's greatest admirer. "Second of all, you guys used to have loads of chemistry. Remember when the 6 of us used to interviews together?"

Will turned over to look at Max, whose eyes glinted with nostalgia in the moonlight.

He took a long drag and exhaled slowly, Max mimicked him.

"That was when we were 15, Max. Nine fucking years ago. We haven't talked since then. How are we supposed to show chemistry? Anyways, it's not like I have much of a choice, do I?" Will sighed, softly. He remembered his teenage years with Mike. The both of them were wild and free. Not worrying about scandals and reputations.

"Do you want to be my friend?"

"Yes."

"Nope." she answered.

"Ok. Well, I'm guessing the both of you are characters too, right?"

Will threw his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it. The red-haired woman did the same.

"Yeah, El plays your childhood best friend and I play the antagonist. I'm Mike's stepsister and in love with you." Max rolled her eyes.

"Ew."

"I know, thankfully you only kiss Mike. Lucas plays your coworker and El's love interest. Dustin is your kind neighbour who happens to be Mike's best friend." explained Max, entering their house.

"These are gonna some complicated years of filming, it better be worth it" Will thought.

[betbeton]

✃ Fools Aplenty

How Various AoT Characters Ruined Sex

Drabbles

Warnings - Explicit Sexual Content, Modern AU

18 + Minors DNI

·GN Reader·

·A/N- get a load of these dudes·

· Part 2

⪧ Eren Jaeger

The gall of Eren to not run the fact he wanted to fuck your throat by you was astounding. To say you were mad at him would have been very wrong you were a little annoyed, but more so curious over how someone seemingly so smart could be so gods damned dumb to believe something he saw in porn. Thus there you sat rubbing your sore throat and grilling Eren, voice slightly raspy from the uninvited intrusion moments earlier.

"Did you really think all people liked surprise deep throating?"

The little huff and side eye he threw your way had your eyebrows ticking in mild irritation, but his words had a cackle rumbling up from within your abused esophagus.

"Listen babe, how was I supposed to know? They say amateur so I figured they were like you and I in a sense." The tone of his voice was exasperated the growing flush from pure embarrassment something you hadn't seen in quite sometime on your usually stoic boyfriend's face. A sight for sore eyes and throats.

"Well if they're like us then I guess I get to punish you, eh?"

Reaching a hand out you ran your fingers through his disheveled tresses giving a light tug to gain his full attention when his eyes slipped shut for a moment before you continued to speak. The brief respite of affection throwing off any grumbling Eren might have done over your previous statement.

"I am placing a ban on you getting head." The mischievous smirk that crossed Eren's lips as he tugged your hand down to kiss your palm had your heart a flutter, only for it to be sent into overdrive by his response.

"Then don't mind me going down on you everyday to get my oral fix."

⪧ Zeke Jaeger

A shuddering sigh left you the moment Zeke's trousers dropped to the floor. His pretty cock wasn't the problem, it was the fact he had decided to forgo trimming downstairs even a little bit. At the end of the day it was his body to do with as he pleased so you resigned yourself to wading through the metaphorical forest growing from your beloved's crotch.

The man was no stranger to being patient, but the moment your eyes slipped shut and you plunged forward had him backtracking slightly. Taken aback by your seemingly unyielding will to not mention what other's do with their own bodies and simply provide what you had earlier begged to while pawing at his pants like a starved man. Reaching a hand out he ran cold fingers over the tip of your ear gaining your attention as he spoke voice impossibly raspy from just the little bit of pleasure you were wringing from his body.

"Does it taste as good as you said?"

The way your eyes slanted with mild nausea each time one of his hairs rubbed a little too high on your cheeks for comfort had a snort of laughter barely contained by his lips. Though your grumbling with his cock bulging out the side of your mouth had the laughter pouring out in a very unattractive gargling mess, seemingly a mix between a hack from choking and a sneeze more than laughter.

Tugging off his cock fully you flicked a hair from your cheek before softly mumbling out a reply in embarrassment. "Babe, I hate to ask this but can you maybe trim a little? I can't suck cock in a forest."

"All you had to do was ask."

⪧ Reiner Braun

The awkward tension in the air was almost palpable as you gently wiped Reiner's cum from your thighs. Soft sobs flitting through the air like a morbid symphony for your ears only. If you hadn't been staunchly told off by your partner for trying to comfort him after sex, when the first tears bubbled up in the corners of his eyes, you would have assumed this moment wasn't purely of his own making and due to some slight or wrong doing on your end.

Setting the damp cloth down on the bedside table you rested on your side gently linking a single finger with one of his as you mumbled out your first words since he told you off moments earlier. "All good, bubs?"

Met with only a shakey breath you took only a beat or two to encapsulate his hand within both of your own puffing warm breath onto his clammy hand awaiting his response. The words you had waited for came alongside his rough hand slipping from your grasp to gently smooth over your cheek, those eyes of his so full of adoration and tears gazed back into your own worried visage.

"I'm fine I just love you so much."

The giggle rasping from your throat was immediate and something you really didn't intend to let slip in fear of upsetting Reiner, but it only had him rubbing his knuckles over your cheek in pure unadulterated love. Both of you were definitely head over heels for one another and you wouldn't have it any other way.

⪧ Porco 'Pock' Galliard

All was well, with you face down ass up and Porco absolutely ravaging your hole with his cock. And all would have stayed well had Porco's little horny brain hadn't concocted an idea so foolproof it would seem like Zeke himself had come up with it, the only problem was Zeke was a fool as was your pretty partner. Reeling his hand back Porco took a moment to admire you, more specifically your actions in the moment, head stuffed into the duvet as your hands desperately clawed for anything to grab and sink your nails into all topped off by your hips desperately writhing in his iron like grasp. The moment felt like forever but was mere seconds before Porco was slipping from inside of you and freaking out as much as you were.

"What the fuck was that for, Pock!"

"I missed your ass!"

"How the fuck do you miss someone's ass!"

It is safe to say you made Porco rub soothing cream onto your sore skin for the entire time the aching spot persisted. He did it without complaint however he did try to make an argument that he wasn't a dumbass or a fool and that it was perfectly normal to miss your partner's ass when looking directly at it.

⪧ Jean Kirschtien

With your arms lazily thrown over your partner's shoulders and his gazed locked directly with your own lustful orbs the moment couldn't have been more perfect. His cock rubbing deliciously against your needy walls as his one free hand groped and prodded at your sex greedily trying to rip an orgasm from your body. Neck craning you connected your lips in a heated embrace tongues sloppily intertwining as spit dibbled down your cheeks marring your heated skin in a quickly cooling slick sheen.

As you were cresting the precipice of pleasure into the borderline ecstasy meeting your climax could bring you, a needy whine tumbling from your kiss swollen lips as Jean bullied his cock impossibly deeper into your greedy hole the word that left his mouth as the first ropes of his thick warm cum seared at your inner most walls had you reeling back to reality and careening away from pleasure like a speeding bullet. With an absolutely deadly gaze fixated on his handsome face your words hit him like being doused in chilled water, his cum still dribbling from his cock as he anxiously returned your gaze.

"Did you just call me Varric?"

He was quick to answer with a dismissive tone to his voice as he tried to desperately avoid the consequences of being caught spewing out the name of his favourite videogame character.

"What no babe! Why would I call you that? I don't even like Varric Tethras!"

He walked himself directly into your web, like a poor little fly.

"I never said Varric Tethras. Do you want to fuck the dwarf from Dragon age?"

You would never tell him, but if you're being honest you too would gladly fuck Varric Tethras if given the opportunity, it was far more fun to watch your partner to through the five stages of grief alongside horrible post nut clarity of his embarrassing mistake.

[thedeathofduty]

Talisman III

Summary: The day you've been so excited for has finally come to pass. You'd imagined that your wedding with Aemond would be jovial, romantic, and peaceful. Unfortunately, the events of Storm's End hang over the both of you like a dark cloud.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x UnspecifiedHouse!F!Reader

Warning(s): Reader has a panic attack

A/N: When I was younger, my older sister told me about when she attended my uncle's wedding as a little girl. Apparently, when it was time to kiss the bride, he pulled her veil up and used it to hide them and given themselves some semblance of privacy during the ceremony. Anyway, my life has not known peace every since that day. It remains one of the most heartwarming and absolutely romantic things I have ever personally heard of in my entire life, and I absolutely believe Aemond would do that for his wife. I was originally planning on including the actual ~wedding night~ here, but that's going to be its own separate part. Here's a link to my master list with all the parts!

Not for the first time that night, your hand found Aemond's on the table, wrapping carefully around it and squeezing. He kept slipping into his deep pondering, leaving you to pull him out of his own mind wracked with vicious guilt. It had all happened so fast; a mere fortnight ago Aemond had been on his knees in your chambers after the fateful events of Storm's End. Word had already reached the Black Queen of her son's death. It was said that she fainted when her husband brought the news to her and, when your betrothed heard this, you feared he would do the same from the way his already pale face had grown even more pallid. His crime would be answered in time, you both knew this, but tonight was not about that.

Your wedding ceremony in the Sept earlier had been grand and beautiful, but in such a hollow way. Not a single member of your house had come to bless your union and, though you had tried to stay strong in the wake of such absolute rejection, Aemond had still noticed the glassy sheen in your eyes. When the time came for him to kiss you in front of the congregation, he was kind enough to gently grab the fabric of your red headpiece and cast it up as a curtain to hide your tear-stricken face as his lips found yours in the golden light. It had been simple, sweet, and chaste, but you were both smiling widely when you gazed into each other's eyes. The bells rang so long and so loud, each clang melted into the beating of your heart.

After his brother's return from his ill-fated journey, Aegon had been ceaseless in his celebrations. For the past twelve nights, the Red Keep had been filled with all manner of performers and musicians. Now, the Great Hall was once again alive with wine, music, and revelry. The sun was nearly gone outside, the night fast approaching, and you tried not to appear as nervous as you felt inside. Your beloved had not been himself of late and that was only making you more uneasy for what awaited you tonight.

Servants had been fretting over you all day, constantly fixing your hair into intricate braids studded with small rubies and emeralds. Even now, you felt you could not move your head freely lest some errant lock of hair come unwound and leave you looking completely disheveled. You were dressed in Targaryen red and black, but your entire bodice carried the embroidered design of a golden dragon with bright green eyes. Everyone in the royal family had the same dragon somehow displayed on their clothing, but only yours was so prominent.

It was to show your allegiance and, though you would be happy just to come out the other side of this inevitable war with all your limbs intact and your loved ones still of this world, you knew it was important to signal for everyone to see you were a Green down to your bones. You only hoped such an open declaration would not hurt your father or any of your extended family, but their fates were with the Mother and the Warrior now. All you could do was pray for mercy and safety.

When Aemond's tired eye met your face now, he gave you a weak smile and wound your fingers together. "You needn't worry about me."

"And yet I do." You carefully used your free hand to fix his eye patch, making sure it sat perfectly perched on his head as he had fixed your braids a few times throughout the day. After you were satisfied, you leaned back to regard his placid face and began to gnaw at your lower lip. "Are you happy?" The question came so suddenly, you almost did not realize you were asking it until it was already said aloud.

"My love," he murmured, gently tilting your face up to his with his free hand and, as always happened whenever he touched you, the world melted away, "is that what you fear?" When you did not answer, he brought your hand up to his mouth and pressed a small kiss to your knuckles.

"Are you with me?" you asked his favorite question quietly. You wanted him to be here with you, completely in this moment that the two of you would only ever experience together once. Though you knew what ailed him, you still ached at how distant he felt. He had even lost his temper with you a few days ago when you had asked him a question about what sort of cake he might like the kitchens to make. That was not like him, he never snapped at you... Of course, he had apologized immediately, cradling your face in his hands and darting his ocean blue eye back and forth between yours with a look of pained desperation. He had not released you until you softened under his touch and stroked his hands. You were trying to be patient and sympathetic, but a small part of you was afraid. Had Aemond's awful crime changed him completely? Was he still the man you had come to care for or had something dark taken hold of him somewhere deep inside of him, somewhere your love could not reach?

Shame marred his fine features and he kissed your knuckles once more, an unspoken apology. "I am with you, my little talisman." You gave him a warm smile, an unspoken forgiveness.

No sooner had the two of you found your peace that Aegon was standing up from his seat next to your husband, his drink raised far over his head. "A toast!" he shouted, his voice breaking loudly over the music and all at once there was silence. For a moment, he stayed like that, his dark crown resting severely on his silver head as he grinned and inhaled the quiet he had commanded. "To my brother," he continued, clapping a rough hand on Aemond's shoulder, "a man so devoted to the Crown that not even the gods could stop him." Your eyes widened at the King's words as you tightened your grip on Aemond's hand in an attempt to provide some sort of comfort. "I wish my brother and his bride a long and happy marriage. To Aemond Targaryen, the Kinslayer!"

The crowd cheered at his words, some of the men even drumming their hands on the large wooden tables around the Great Hall. Everyone drank, the King included, as Aemond's lips pursed together and he looked down before forcing a stiff smile onto his face. Before you could stop him, he too stood with his glass of wine.

"And to my brother Aegon, second of his name, our one true King. Perhaps now the Princess will know her true place."

Alicent sighed deeply next to you and you turned to look at her. You imagined the two of you looked much the same right now, both full of grief and bowing under the weight of the fear of whatever wrath the gods might visit upon you all. Aemond had told her the truth the morning after he returned to you. Maybe he had asked you to accompany him because he thought he would have been able to keep his composure. If that was the case, he was mistaken.

When he told her, she had collapsed into her chair with a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries and her eyes brimming with tears. At the sight of him on his knees with his sobbing face buried in his mother's skirts and her arms around him, her cheek pressed into his hair as she assured him over and over again that yes, she did still love him, of course she loved him, she loved him so much, he was her son... You rushed out of her room with thick, hot tears in your eyes and did not stop until you reached the godswood. Your family did not worship the Old Gods, but still you found yourself praying that whoever was listening would grant you the strength to be your love's shield. You knew he would need you now more than ever.

Ser Criston was the one who found you there, though you did not notice him until you stood. The two of you had hardly ever exchanged a few words, but he seemed fond of you. You suspected the only grievance he had was that your presence in the training yard often distracted his star pupil. He bowed his head to you as you asked him what he prayed for.

"I pray for justice for those I love who have been wronged," he'd said, "and forgiveness for the many sins I've committed."

"Sins?" You had always known him to be overall a kind man, though he could be quite stern with Aemond. It was the sternness of a father, something you felt every young man needed to stay on a righteous path.

"We are none of us free of sin, my Lady." You nodded gravely, and he stayed with you for as long as you needed in complete silence until you were ready for him to walk back with you.

Much of the rest of the dinner passed without incident. You did not have to rouse your husband from his thoughts again and for that, you were thankful. More than a few times, your eyes drifted over to the place of honor that had been reserved for your family: the long table closest to the royal family, and the empty seat at the end of it that had been meant for your father.

'This is my family now,' you reminded yourself as many times as you needed. Your girlhood spent seeking shelter in your father's shadow, growing cold and lonely at his distance following the death of your mother, the childhood laughter and sadness that most likely still lingered in the halls back home, it was all gone. Though you did not always feel it, you were a woman now. You had been the maiden and in time, you would be the mother. You inhaled the lavender-scented oil on your wrists any time you had to calm your nerves. That very morning, it had arrived for you, sent by your father from wherever he was now. It was the only proof you had that he did not hate you for marrying without his explicit permission. Though Aemond told you he'd ridden out on Vhagar to find him and ask for your hand, some part of you doubted he would allow you to marry a man who had committed so vile a sin as kinslaying. The thought that the Prince had forced him or threatened him somehow, though you knew it should frighten or anger you, only made you smile.

"I think you will like being a mother," Helaena told you at one point during dinner and Alicent smiled at her daughter's words. It seemed to be easier for her to speak when Aegon was not around and now he was out in the crowd, dancing shamelessly with a few of the younger ladies. "You can experience everything again through your children's eyes. They are innocent."

"I have always wanted to be a mother," you confessed. "I always imagined myself with a little girl, though I suppose that is because I always wanted a sister."

"Aren't we sisters now?" You smiled softly at the realization and nodded.

"The three most important women in my life," Aemond said and your face flushed. "Thank the gods you all get along so well or else I'd go mad."

"Oh, hush," you chuckled, lightly smacking his shoulder, "you know how I love your family."

"Even my brother?"

"Aemond," Alicent warned, though her voice held no real malice.

Throughout it all, the Lord Hand merely observed. It unnerved you sometimes how he just seemed to enjoy watching the smaller, simpler parts of life without participating. He was like a sleeping sentinel who only came to life when necessary. When Aemond had publicly told the Council of his crime, Otto had allegedly been the first to jump out of his seat, fury and curses on his lips as he struck the Prince. How Alicent had allowed that, you were not sure, but you were not privy to those meetings. It was difficult to truly know what went on in there. You knew you should not listen to idle gossip and so you did not mention what you had heard to anyone. If it was false, there was no need to continue dishonesty, and if it was true... Aemond was already burdened with more than enough shame. He did not need you to press at any of his gaping wounds.

"I hope you are all enjoying the celebration," Otto said lowly and a hush settled over all of you, "because while we are all drinking and dancing, the Rogue Prince and his false Queen are plotting our demise."

"Father, I think my son deserves a proper wedding."

"What he deserves is best not discussed publicly." Alicent opened her mouth to speak again, but he held a hand up to her. "He has brought war and destruction to our door and we reward his behavior by giving him a bride and a feast? It is an outrage and an insult, and I'll partake no longer. Perhaps when our King is able to stand from his bed on the morrow, we may meet in the Small Council chamber to plan our next move." With that, he took his leave, though Alicent trailed behind him with a hard look on her face.

"He is right," Aemond said and you shook your head but said nothing.

Aegon rejoined his family at the table, a laugh still on his lips. "Where did grandfather go?"

"He was mad that you threw a feast for Aemond," Helaena said and Aegon shrugged.

"Perhaps if he drank a little, he would see there's no cause for concern. This war will be quick."

"No wars are ever quick to the families who experience the losses, You Grace," you chimed in, wiping your palms on the fabric of your dress when he looked at you strangely.

"Very well-said, Y/N. You've a clever wife, brother." You did not think what you said was clever at all. It was just the pure truth. "Oh! I was speaking with Lord Lannister and he told me he is very eager for tonight."

"And what is happening tonight?" Aemond asked.

"A 'return to tradition', he said. I do not know."

Your eyes immediately found Aemond's, the panic clear on both of your faces. "A what? What did he say?"

"Nothing, just that he was looking forward to a return to tradition, now that this is a young King's court again."

Aemond sat up straight in his seat, one of his hands in a fist on the table as the other grabbed yours. Your heartbeat picked up in your chest until it pounded loudly in your ears. "Did he say anything about my wife?"

Aegon took a swig from his glass. "Just that she's very pretty."

Aemond was gripping your hand so tightly, it hurt. His face was twisted in fury and you longed to reach out and comfort him, but you felt leagues away and so, so dizzy. "That's the bedding ceremony, Aegon. That's what he is talking about."

"What? No, not even father did that."

"Yes, hence the 'return to tradition,'" he growled, his voice steadily growing louder, "are you stupid or do you merely pretend?"

Fear clawed at your chest and your breath came out hard and fast at the thought of what was being described. A group of old, lecherous men staring at you as you did the most intimate thing possible with the person you loved most? You would die. You were certain you would die of fright the moment the servants had stripped you down to your chemise. "Aemond," you gasped and he released you to instead put a firm hand on the back of your neck, swiping his thumb at the tender skin just below your ear. He turned to you abruptly and you could feel his eye scanning your face, but he felt so far away from you. It was like your soul had tripped inside your body and was having a hard time standing again.

"I am here," he murmured as you trembled, feeling farther and farther away. It may as well have been happening right then and there. Alicent was back. When had she come back? You could not remember.

"What is happening?"

"My wastrel brother has decided to let his Lords look upon my wife on our first night together."

"Do you really think I would do that?"

"Aegon, you are bringing back the bedding ceremony? How could you do something so barbaric?"

"I am not bringing back anything, the man just assumed-"

"Yes, and why would he assume that if not for the fact that you are a man filled with sin and depravity? Filth recognizes filth."

"You've some nerve talking to me about sin. I have no interest in watching you fuck your new bride, brother."

"I very much doubt that. Nothing is beneath you."

"Aemond, please. Both of you, enough."

Hands found your arm and you startled. Helaena had moved next to you and was stroking your arm gently, though she could not meet your eyes. It was fine, you did not need her to. Her kind gesture was enough. "I need air," you finally spoke and that seemed to cut the tension enough.

"Of course, my dear girl, come," Alicent said softly as she began to help you out of your seat. "Helaena, help me with her."

"Not here," Aegon said quietly, "we can talk outside."

Alicent and her daughter walked with you outside into the brisk night air. With a hand on the wall to steady yourself, you took a few quick greedy gulps of air before you felt yourself fully come back into your body.

"Aemond will not let this happen to me," you declared it as the immutable fact you knew it was. Nobody had seen Alicent when she was with King Viserys, nobody had seen Helaena, why then should anybody see you? You wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand.

"My son has always jealously guarded everything he loves," Alicent said with a tight smile on her face. "When he claimed his dragon, he would not allow any of the dragonkeepers to touch her. He still does not allow it. You are safe, Lady Y/N."

"What if Aegon forces him?"

"He won't, he loves him too much," Helaena said simply. You waited for her to elaborate, but it seemed she was done speaking.

Eventually, you returned to your seat and continued the celebration with everybody together. When it was time for your dance, you leaned into the choreographed steps and allowed your body to do it all for you. Before Aemond had even left to Storm's End, you had spoken often of the dance and how you wanted it to go. At first, he had not been very passionate, but he grew to care as he saw how much you enjoyed it. He moved around you like fire swallowing a candle or the ring of light surrounding a star. As he held you close and twirled you around to present you to the world, you felt as precious as a rare jewel.

When it was time to leave, your chest tightened uncomfortably in fear. The moment Aemond noticed your apprehension, he gently held your hand in his.

"Look at me," he murmured and you met his gaze with wide eyes, "you are my talisman. You are the wishing star in my sky, the salt over my shoulder, the mark of my fortune. Nobody but I will see you tonight, darling wife."

Your eyes fluttered as his words pushed all the air from your lungs. You ached to lean into him, to kiss him deeply and tell him you adored him completely, but all the eyes in the Hall stopped you. "Do you swear it?"

His lips grazed your knuckles. "Have you ever known me to be false?"

You leaned in closer to him, your stomach fluttering at the way his breath stuttered and his eye instantly dropped to your lips. "Will I finally see all of you tonight, my love? I am your wife now. We are one body, one heart, one soul, for all eternity."

You thanks the gods that Aemond was not the type to interpret your words in a lascivious way, and that he understood what you were alluding to. Though the two of you had grown close and he lavished affection on you at ever turn and yes, you knew he trusted you, he had never allowed you a glimpse under his eye patch. Once he had told you he had a sapphire put in place of his lost eye and you had found the concept so charming and almost romantic, that he had taken something so tragic and turned it into something beautiful. It was admirable, really, but you had worried then that complimenting him without having seen it yourself would make you seem false or sycophantic. If you could see him tonight, though, you could finally share your secret feelings with him.

"As your Lord Husband, I owe you complete honesty. I vowed to honor you in any way possible, and this is one of those ways." He trailed his fingers along your arm and you smiled at him. "As long as you do not run screaming, all will be well."

You laughed softly. "I may as well run screaming from myself. No, my dearest love, I am with you from this day until my last day."

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

Hello I submit our beloved depressed wraith Raziel for the blorbo bingo <3

TWO ASKS FOR MY BOY!!! Okay here goes:

My disheveled depressed blue corpse son, my Skrunkly little scrimblo ... 🕍💀⚰️🧛🏻🌀 💙👻🗡️

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The free space is for Raziel's last gift for Kain: Hope ;)

Pretty privilege includes wraith form btw (I know zephon mocks his ass saying he's not Kain's pretty boi anymore but I have to disagree, he's still pretty to me)

I liked him as soon as the intro for Soul Reaver 1 finished, and my love for him only grew with each subsequent hour playing and with each subsequent game. Some reasons why (there's too many!!!!) :

HIS VOICE, THE ACTING, THE THEATRICALITY OF IT ALL, THE GESTICULATION THE DIALOGUE THE PHILOSOPHIZING THE MORAL GRANDSTANDING... Ugh I love his inner-monologues, his musings and narrations (guys... I-I... may have a type....)

Like, HIS WRAITH DESIGN! ALL HIS DESIGNS BUT WRAITH ONE IS SO UNIQUE AND MEMORABLE! I had seen his design before playing the games and it immediately grabbed my attention. I have never forgotten about it ever since I first saw it. The " no lower jaw no pants thing" he has going on, I love that he's self-conscious about his missing lower jaw so he hides it with his former cape/cowl. I love his low poly ass in SR1, his empty ass rib-cage,the very grabbable waist, the glowing blank eyes, the mascara running down his bony cheeks, his blue tits… I see a game that let you play as a disheveled corpse and I'm all in. In love with it immediately, and it pisses me off that I'll never look this good!

I love his animation for eating souls.

Shout-out also to his T-posing jesus thing he does to pass through grates!

I love his ability to shift between the material and spiritual relms sooooo much, the way the architecture and environments bend and twist, my beloved

I love him as a vehicle for you to go and explore the history of Nosgoth, the way you the player are just as clueless and ignorant as he is in a way that draws you to want to dive in deeper and deeper into this world, it's so well done

I love his Ouroboros-core ass and all that that symbolism entails, I love you doomed by the narrative but nevertheless never stop trying

I love you harrowing tragic experience after tragic experience, take my boy outta these situations but also don't because they're so good

I love you endings of Soul Reaver 2 and Defiance and what it does for his character, I love you hope and trust

I love how he's everyone's pawn and his attempts to free himself from that all throughout space and time

I love his utterly confused and lost ass

I love his history, both what is in the text and all the hints and details you can read into if you want, I've seen such good meta and headcanons! ALSO Everyone shut up and go read @razielim's Metasanguine for some delicious scrumptious raziel and his brothers' meta and empire era fleshing out of their characters.

I love his self-righteous indignation I LOVE YOU "YOU'RE A RIGHTEOUS FIEND AREN'T YOU APPARENTLY I AM" (allow me to toot my own horn and link to this art I did right after the ending of SR2 fucked me)

I love his character development

HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS KIN, ESPECIALLY KAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

ALSO HIM AND JANOS

HIS TIE WITH AND EVENTUAL REVELATION OF THE SOUL REAVER SWORD YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH SOUL REAVER 2 FUCKED ME UPPPPPPP AND HOW STUPID I FELT FOR NOT HAVING SEEN IT COMING I LOVE FEELING LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT

Love his multiple incarnations throughout the many centuries (it's so good to see the many ways he has changed and the many more he may not have changed at all. ) THE FACT THAT THESE FOUR ARE THE SAME PERSON AND IT'S NOT JUST A CLUSTERFUCK THERE IS MEANING AND INTENT BEHIND THIS AND AAAARGHHH WHERE ELSE DO YOU GET THIS KINDA SHIT

I COULD GO ON AND ON YOU KNOW HOW IT IS...

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Diahann Carroll (Paris Blues, Carmen Jones, Porgy and Bess)— Face of an angel. She had the range. She brought chemistry with every romance she portrayed. She also had a great fashion sense, and was so pretty Mattel made a doll based off of her.

Fay Wray (King Kong)— the original scream queen!! she started acting in silent comedies as a teenager and got her first big break when erich von stroheim cast her as the lead in the wedding march. her career started to take off starring in silent movies at paramount, and she survived the transition to sound smoothly - josef von sternberg’s weird proto-noir thunderbolt was one of her first sound films. she began to make horror movies in the early 1930s, such as doctor x and mystery of the wax museum, both filmed in beautiful two-strip technicolor (which looked like this if you're curious. i just think it's neat!), as well as the vampire bat, the most dangerous game, and of course the boy himself, king kong. a little on how she worked with her most famous costar: “Although Kong appeared huge, the full figure was a model covered with rabbit hair, standing only 18 inches tall, that was filmed one frame at a time by stop-motion photography artist Willis O'Brien and his crew. The 5ft 3in Wray only knew one part of the ape's body when she was grasped in an articulated 8ft long hand. Hence the title of her 1989 autobiography, On The Other Hand. ‘I would stand on the floor,’ she recalled, ‘and they would bring this arm down and cinch it around my waist, then pull me up in the air. Every time I moved, one of the fingers would loosen, so it would look like I was trying to get away. Actually, I was trying not to slip through his hand.’” (link)

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Diahann Carroll:

Another groundbreaking black actress, although she might be better remembered for her television roles. She was also an activist and worked with charities to support women in need.

here she is hanging out with shadow prince anthony perkins :3

Fay Wray:

Actress prominently known for starring in horror, she was one of cinema's original "scream queens". She knocks it out of the park whenever she's with the horror genre, bringing a depth and likability to characters that would other be flat and boring characters.

An early scream queen, name me another woman who could look so beautiful while so disheveled and scared for her life

She was name-dropped not once but TWICE in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. She's arguably the original Scream Queen.

[stareulogy]

˖ ࣪ ⭑ WHAT IS YOUR MODE OF TRANSPORTATION, BELOVED PRINCESS?

A SPACESHIP THAT WE HAVE STOLEN FROM A FEW PIRATES! YOU GET A REPUTATION FOR BEING ABLE TO MAKE THE SPACE PIRATES KNEEL AT YOUR FEET! RESPECTABLE, YET SHOWS OFF YOUR POSITION!

A FLYING CARRIAGE TO YOUR LOCATION! YOU WERE CAUGHT IN SPACE TRAFFIC FOR A FEW MINUTES, CAUSING YOU TO BE QUITE FASHIONABLY LATE TO THE TEA PARTY EVENT! BUT YOU ARRIVE FASHIONABLY!

PLUTO! YOUR DRESS IS RATHER DISHEVELED BY THE TIME YOU ARRIVED, AND YOUR HAIR IS A MESS! OH MY, PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION IS A HUMBLE MOVE! (SHALL WE KILL PLUTO FOR HIS TRANSGRESSIONS, PRINCESS? ♡)

A MAGICAL TRAIN RUNNING THROUGH SPACE AND TIME! YOU TAKE A FEW EXTRA MINUTES WALKING TO THE VENUE, CAUSING YOU TO BE RIGHT ON TIME!

A TELEPORTATION DEVICE LINKED TO THE VENUE! YOU ARE EARLY, HOWEVER, BUT YOU HAVE PLENTY OF TIME TO HIDE OUT AND WITNESS YOUR OPPONENTS ARRIVING! THIS GIVES YOU TIME TO PREPARE YOURSELF!

... i think captain spaceboy would be upset. assuming that you’ll take it from him. i don’t want to do the first.

i’ll take the .. flying carriage. you reiterated that i’ll arrive fashionably albeit late, so it works out! my dress is pretty enough.

i have enough time to see about putting a bow into my hair, or something. i don’t get the option of accessories, but i want to wear something little up there.

[frixiot]

Utilising tumblrs long word counts to dump my Oc info here for easy access 🙏 this is mostly to link on other socials but ig if you’ve come across this your welcome to read too (note I’m not a writer, i just don’t have the time to draw all this)

Here is a summary of how my current Dnd characters met & fell for each other :)

Arkzire ended up joining the Wavecutter after the captain of Tyrnan’s ship found him chained up in a ship they were raiding (long story). He was knocked unconscious while leaving that ship so Tyrnan didn’t properly meet him till the morning. When Arkzire woke aboard the ship he left his room still a bit dazed (& probably concussed) to look around. He saw a couple crew members on deck but his attention was immediately drawn to Artemis, who is Tyrnan’s beloved pet/familiar (a wandering albatross!). Arkzires special interest is birds & his absolute favourites are Albatrosses but he’d never seen a real one before, so he went over to her right away. Leaning down to marvel at her, not knowing that she belonged to someone.

In his excitement he did not notice the man standing patiently right behind him. After having a thorough stare at the bird, Arkzire took a step back & was startled by bumping into… her owner, Tyrnan! Poor Tyrnan hardly got a word in before Arkzire yelped out a sorry & ran off embarrassed. Tyrnan assumed he’d scared him & felt bad about that (for once), the captain had told him specifically to be nice to the new guy. Whereas Arkzire ran off because he was not expecting to turn and be greeted by what in his eyes was ‘the most handsome man he’d ever seen’. Tyrnan would spend the rest of the day trying to get a proper introduction in without startling him, and Arkzire spent the rest trying to make himself look a bit less dishevelled (he had half his face bandaged & was covered in various small injuries from his rough treatment aboard the bloodhounds ship). Eventually they did get to properly introduce themselves, Tyrnan tried his best to appear non threatening as he truly thought Arkzire was terrified of him.

The days after that they didn’t talk very often as Arkzire was too nervous to initiate anything. He got assigned cleaning duty & would get a little distracted watching Tyrnan doing all the heavy lifting on the ship, he got caught staring a couple times. Arkzire knew he had a crush but wasn’t thinking it’d go anywhere and tried to brush it off, he didn’t think it was even appropriate for him to be having these thoughts about the first mate, let alone any crew member. He briefly discussed his crush with his new friend Quill who, having known this crew for years, questioned Arkzire’s choice in men.

The first more private moment between them happened when Tyrnan offered to help with the healing of the large wound on Arkzire’s face, left on him by the Grell of the bloodhounds when he was rescued. Arkzire had kept that half of his face covered in bandages since he got it and seemed afraid to even look at it. Tyrnan has healing magic & wanted to help, so they went to a more private room as Arkzire was still nervous for others to see the wound. He sat on a table & Tyrnan unravelled his bandages to take a look, Arkzire was expecting just a quick spell and they’d leave.. Tyrnan had innocent intentions, he just wanted to help (which he did) but he also solidified Arkzire’s crush tenfold by doing this… Tyrnan got quite close to him & while almost holding Arkzires face, slowly traced a thumb along the wound which spans from his forehead to just below his lip, using magic to heal the wound to a clean scar. An unintentionally high romantic tension scenario (quite especially when he got to the lip bit of the scar) which Arkzire could not stop thinking about for the next couple days..

Over the next few weeks-months they’d talk more and grow closer, the captain who is Tyrnans (adoptive/non biological) older sister noticed the two spending more time together. Being happy at the prospect of her brother actually being friendly with someone, she paired them up often, mostly for training type things as Arkzire was still new to all this pirate stuff. Tyrnan can be quite inept to people showing romantic interest in him, so by not noticing he only furthered it for the both of them, it took him awhile to notice that what he was feeling was more than friendship.

He did finally notice this was something more when the two started meeting on the top deck at night alone. It started as an accidental meeting, Arkzire had gone out to get some fresh air and think after waking from a bad dream, Tyrnan was also up late writing and saw a troubled looking Arkzire out on the deck and went to check on him. Then a few nights later they saw each other out there again, and again, until they were meeting nightly and neither could deny it was accidental. They’d sit out there talking and gazing at the stars, but Tyrnan never really was looking up at the night sky, his eyes always ended up wandering to Arkzire’s direction. It wasn’t exactly subtle, but the sight of his silver hair bathed in moonlight couldn’t help but draw Tyrnan’s attention more than the night sky. He wanted to tell Arkzire how beautiful he looked.

And then one night he realised that feeling was mutual, when in a little burst of confidence Arkzire moved right next to him and rested his head against his shoulder. After sitting like that for awhile, eventually his hand resting around at Arkzires waist, Tyrnan couldn’t keep it in him anymore,

“I think I’m in love with you” he said,

“I think I am too” Arkzire responded.

That night as they said goodbye, Arkzire gave Tyrnan a kiss on the cheek. And the night after, Tyrnan would ask if he could give Arkzire a proper kiss.

Some crew members could tell early on the two were together, noticing them holding hands under the dining room table & exchanging loving glances throughout the day. On one particular morning as Quill woke early he saw Arkzire suspiciously leaving Tyrnan’s quarters after being missing all night, he called it (& now Nox owes him 3 gold pieces for the bet they placed).

And then after a month of them being incredibly unsubtle, Captain Rita forgot to knock on her brothers door before entering and walked in on the two making out, cats out the bag. Might as well tell everyone, so they did. The crew eventually became accustomed to the lovebirds, although it initially was shocking for them to see Tyrnan’s sweeter side & hear his language change around his new lover, who knew he was secretly such a romantic!

Thx if u read all the way :) here’s when they got walked in on lol

[hylianmewmew]

blood & bramble AU -- ch 2 sneakie peekie

this sneakie peekie features my beloved ravioli blorbos <3 keeper is a mess and ravio loves to egg them on

“Oh my lovely, dearest, beloved partner I’ve returned! And we have some guests!~” Ravio called out in a singsong voice.

From another room came a loud crash and a very long string of swears. “SWEET MOTHERFUCKING GOLDEN GODDESSES RAVIO I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING CUSTOMERS INTO THE HOUSE!!! YOU TRY TO SELL MY SHIT EVERY TIME YOU DO!!” The voice rang through the house, before there was another loud crash and more swearing. From the room emerged a very disheveled person, who glared strongly at Ravio. “And what the fuck did I say about your wretched petnames in front of customers?? They don’t fucking need to know!”

“Oh but my lovely partner, Link, I have guests that are here for you! They said they’re looking for a hero named Link for something, something Hylia.” Ravio was unphased by the outburst from his partner, making a dismissive gesture. “Yes, yes I know! But we have more important things than letting others know just how much I love my dearest, most beloved partner?”

[daddycephalopod]

Stars Fading

Cody x Oc

Summary: A war erupts between the Jedi and Separatists, but you already know that story. This is the story of love blooming in a time of chaos, pain, and disorder. 
What will become of our heroes? Who will win? Who will survive?

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49394683/chapters/124650316

Due to trigger warnings related to PTSD, blood, war, and the inclusion of other mature themes as well, I will be posting all of my Clone War Auxiliary fics under the cut as I move them over. I’m moving this one over first because I really hope @starstofillmydream can read it easier this way 💚 she’s been very helpful in the characterization of our beloved Commander. Each fic has a song or lyric for the title, this one is a cover of Dream a Little Dream of Me by Kina Grannis.

Chapter 1: Sunshine

There was a reverent beauty in the setting sun and all that it touched, the skies bursting with pinks and oranges. The peachy color illuminated the part of the hanger where Kyra usually worked on broken or damaged fighter ships. She usually had her black hair pulled back, splotches of ink or oil on her face and the GAR issued mechanic suit.

Always disheveled, always covered in a dark liquid to some varying degree, and yet a certain Commander always found his heart beating a little more loudly as he watched her work. She had no idea he was there, talking to another one of the techs. She was looking up, focused on a wing that took damage. Her googles were on, hair in a messy bun today.

He recognized the other tech to actually be the weapons expert, Isla. She smiled slightly at him, now trying to discreetly get Kyra’s attention but failing.

“I’m just glad it was Kenobi instead of Skywalker. Anakin treats my ships like they’re bantha fodder, made for explosion only. I’ve asked Rory to have a chat with him, I don’t think she does or he doesn’t care when she does.” She said, scanning the wing with the data pad to fully assess damages.

Isla opened her mouth but shut it when Kyra kept going. Cody looked a little amused now.

“I’m tired of these Jedi thinking our resources are expendable, easy to come by. The senate pays the bill for it, sure, but what of it when they don’t or won’t anymore?”

“Do you have something against the Jedi? I might be able to launch a more formal complaint.” Cody said

Kyra almost hit her head, pulling away from the wing now.

“Hello commander.”

Kyra was just a hair shorter than him, able to basically look him in the eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. She rested the googles around her neck now, beautiful brown eyes on him.

“I apologize if it sounds that way, about the Jedi. I’m fond of the generals, just frustrated. My people have a very intricate and annoying relationship with them too, it doesn’t help their case.” Kyra admitted with a sigh

“Where are you from?” Cody asked, genuinely curious.

“Mandalore.”

The answer was short and didn’t offer too much personal information but he had several follow up questions. Maybe this would be a good time to ask her to dinner, which is something he’s been wanting to do for a while. Before he could, Isla witnessed the darkening of his expression. It was like a storm passed through the man at seeing Kenobi approach and Kyra’s expression brighten.

“You’re officially my favorite general, you barely scratch up my work.” She said with a smile.

“I don’t particularly try to be mindful of that in the heat of battle but happy it works out that way. Is Cody bothering you?” He asked

“No, he could never. The man is like sunshine is plastoid.” Kyra said, not able to look at Cody as she said it.

Isla winked at Cody, “I’m gonna head back to work on some stuff and see Jesse. Are you going to 79s later?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there.” Kyra said before beginning to work on the wing again.

“I’m inclined to agree, Cody is a wonderful asset to our team. As are you, you work very hard to keep us in the air.”

“Did Skywalker crash another one?” She asked, pulling some wires out of the wing as she spoke.

Those probably weren’t supposed to come out so easily.

“Yes. But I mean it, you’re a great asset to this team.”

Kyra blushed and waved him off, “thank you but really. Please. Yell at Skywalker.”

Kenobi smiled at that, “I’ll do my best.”

He left at that, it was just Cody and Kyra now. Did she have feelings for his general? Why did that sit funny with him?

“Will I find you among the other commanders and captains tonight, Cody?” She asked

“Maybe.” He answered, genuinely unsure.

He had so much to do in terms of paperwork and preparing for tomorrows meeting, but those beautiful brown eyes seemed to shine in the sunlight when they looked at him. They were an amber brown.

“I’ll look for you.” She said

That made his heart flutter but he chose to ignore it. She probably did like Kenobi, who wouldn’t? He had developed a slight crush on the man but it seemed to go away with time. Cody was pulled from his thoughts by Waxer, who was showing him a data pad to sign off on shinies.

Kyra had gone home after her work was done to wash up and change, going to 79s after. Isla was the only one there and she was preoccupied by Jesse so Kyra sat at the bar by herself. She was two whiskeys in when Cody approached her, sitting next to her at the bar now.

“Not going to go fight off potential bed warmers at the high command table?” She asked, probably a little too bold from the liquor.

Maybe Cody had misread what she meant when she said she would be looking for him but he wasn’t going to back down now, especially as Wolffe and Gregor gave him a thumbs up from their table. Kyra smiled a bit at that, maybe she should go easy on him.

“I’m only kidding, I know most of you have partners and aren’t like that. Although, sex is actually a great stress reliever.”

Too forward, too much. Someone kill her now. Kyra downed the rest of her whiskey and ordered two more.

“I think you’d like this stuff. If you don’t, hey. It’s a free drink.”

Cody took a sip of it, taking in the bitter somewhat smokey flavor of the liquor.

“It’s nice, thank you.” He said

“I’m not good with people. You put me in front of a broken ship or even building one, I’m spectacular but I can’t uh…I’m not the talker. I don’t talk to people well.” She admitted

“You don’t say.” Cody said, sarcasm laced heavily in his words.

Kyra blushed a bit at that, she wasn’t doing well with this at all. She opted for silence after and Cody hoped he didn’t offend her.

“I’m not much of a talker either.” He admitted.

“No?” She asked

He shook his head, “too much going on in my head. Sometimes I switch between Mando’a and basic without meaning to and one time, I accidentally insulted master Yoda. He was a Jedi about it but I still felt bad.” Cody sighed

“I insulted the Chancellor at a dinner once.” Kyra said, “to his face. It was an accident too. Kenobi really saved me from being arrested. Not that Thorn would have, not without me actually doing something illegal.”

“Have you ever been arrested?” He asked her.

Kyra faced him a little more now and he did the same to her, their knees bumping together going ignored by the two of them.

“I was held by the Corries for 1 night once. I accidentally stole a necklace but what happened was I was still kind of magnetic from an incident with one of the ships. Senators are dramatic and a necklace flew off of one of them onto me. Really, holding me was just a formality. I didn’t even go into a cell, I sat in Thorn’s office and played with Grizzer.”

“How did Fox let that slide?” He asked, taking another sip of whiskey.

“I’m friends with Kavra, she helped him take mercy on me. They should just shut up and date already. The world would be a happier place if people let go and let their feelings win sometimes.” She shrugged.

She was about to order another one, but Cody stopped her.

“Let’s get you some water and food first, okay? I know that hangovers during briefings are no fun.”

“Ah fuck, I have to sit in on that tomorrow?” She frowned

“Sorry.” He chuckled.

He ordered her water and something small to eat, Kyra watching him as he did so. He was in a black T-shirt and pants, no doubt the blacks from under their armor. He had various scars down his arms, but she noticed how toned his arms were and how long his fingers were. She shifted in her seat, clamping her thighs together.

“What?” He asked, noticing her watching.

She had to keep herself in check because it wasn’t polite to tell your sort of new friend you wanted them to choke you while railing you into next month. Kyra opted for a random fact that popped up in her mind, knowing it would divert the confused looking man from her semi-strange behavior.

“Some call you Commander Sunshine.” She said, smiling at him with teeth.

She had a small gap between her two front teeth and it lit up her whole face to smile. He felt his heart flip flop at that and couldn’t help his own smile.

“Why is that? I’ve been told I can be harsh on my men at times.”

Kyra vaguely gestured at him, as if that was answer enough and he laughed.

“Thank you for not clearing that up.” He said

“You’re welcome.” She smiled again.

After they both ate, continuing to talk, Kyra decided it was time to close her tab instead of keep drinking. The food seemed to sober her up a little bit and she knew a walk back in the cool air would help too. Cody insisted on walking her back to her apartment, it wasn’t far from here but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer on this. She was tipsy, he wasn’t going to leave her alone.

They walked in silence, enjoying the sounds around them as the cool air seemed to do the trick. It was a comfortable silence between the two of them and Kyra made a decision as they stopped outside of her apartment building.

“Did you want to come up for a cup of caf?”

Cody was a little startled by the question but said, “sure.” He followed her up, silently looking around the apartment while she went into the small kitchen. It was a little cluttered, lived in. Boots by the door, a jacket and scarf on a hook by the door. There was a couch with blankets draped in various spots and a data pad charging at a desk pressed against the wall in the corner. There was a small kitchen with barstools at an island instead of a table.

The counter top island had various jars and half drank cups of old caf on them. She had an easel set up too, tarp under it. A half painted bowl of fruit was on it, making him smile a bit. There was a small table in the middle of the room and another next to the couch, an end table. There was a helmet, beskar, but it seemed old. Worn, but not worn. The color of it a grey-blue mixture. Cody noticed there was a picture of a man with her by one of the lamps.

“I had a husband.” She said as she handed him the warm mug.

She was so quiet, he almost jumped out of his skin when she spoke. To sneak up on him was a feat many didn’t possess but he knew Kyra wasn’t going to harm him. Maybe.

“Had?” He asked

“He died. We had only been married for two years but it’s okay. It was an arrangement to bring our clans together, we were friends. Nothing more.”

“I’m still sorry.” He said

She nodded, “most people are.”

They both sipped their caf in silence. She sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her. Their legs touched again, silently enjoying the closeness but not admitting it.

“We should do this more.” She said suddenly.

“What?” He asked

“Hang out. Talk. Whatever this is.” She said, still not entirely sober but not entirely drunk either.

Cody brushed a strand of hair out of her face, the touch seeming to startle her. There was something slightly odd about the woman, anybody who spent more than 20 minutes with her could see it or sort of sense it. She seemed warm and kind, though, generally. The silences with her were comfortable, never tense or awkward. Eventually, Cody had fallen asleep on one side of the couch, Kyra falling asleep on the other. When she woke up, Cody was gone and it made her frown. She rather enjoyed his presence, she found, and it was sort of cold without him. She couldn’t explain it beyond that. There was a note taped to the fridge, the caf pot still warm to indicate he hadn’t left that long ago.

“Sorry if the caf is cold when you wake up, I didn’t want to bother you. See you at the meeting.”

Kriff. The meeting. She checked what time it was and saw she had an hour left to get ready and head over there. The caf would end up in a to-go mug after being microwaved due to waiting until after her shower. Her hair was down, air drying and she had on leggings and a tank top for now. She brought her data pad, just in case. She slid in next to Isla, maybe only 5 minutes late, and immediately felt a gaze on her.

Commander Cody, through his visor, staring right at her. She heard he hated tardiness and informalities, he was a proper commander after all. She smiled sheepishly at him before pulling up notes on her data pad. She paid very close attention, not noticing after a while that Cody seemed more interested in her than the meeting. You couldn’t really tell beyond the visor because it hid his face but Kenobi certainly noticed.

It was concern enough for the Jedi to pull Cody aside after the meeting, telling him he wished to speak to him in private. After everybody had filed out and it was only the two of them, Kenobi’s expression turned from friendly to very serious.

“I don’t know what your true relationship is with Kyra and it is not my business to pry in such matters, but you need to consider the relationship very carefully.” Kenobi said

Who was she that Obi-wan was warning him?

“We’re just friends, general. Nothing more.” Cody replied

“Even being her friend could lead to precarious situations. Her life is not as simple as it looks.”

How did Kenobi know all of that? Who or what was Kyra? The question seemed to entice him towards her more, sliding down to where she was working later in the day. She was with Aurora.

“So when is the wedding?” Kyra joked lightly.

“Shut up.” Aurora blushed

“Apologies, on interrupting.” Cody said as he approached.

“None needed, what brings you all the way down here?” Kyra asked

Ask her to dinner, for a drink. Kriff, she looked so beautiful in those leggings and tank top, her hair pulled up in a bun again out of her face. She had freckles across her nose and a few scars here and there down her arms and back.

“Cody?” She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly now.

He cleared his throat, “I need to speak with the General. I came looking for her.”

Why couldn’t he just ask this woman on a proper date? Cody was smooth, he could usually sweet talk his way into anybody’s bed but with Kyra he always found himself falling short.

“Well, I am done with her for now so I suppose you can borrow her. Only for a little while, commander.” She said, giving him that bright smile again.

“You should come to 79’s tonight.” He blurted out.

Yup. Smooth.

“Why is that?” She asked, looking amused still.

“You made a comment about the commanders and captains turning away bed warmers and I wanted to turn that jab into a bet.” He said

Something unreadable flashed through Kyra’s expression, there and gone in a second.

“Deal. I’ll be joining your table tonight then, warn the others.” She said

“Don’t you mean inform the others?” Aurora asked

“I didn’t stutter.” Kyra said before going back to working on repairs.

Maker, what had Cody gotten him and his vod into?

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I was dead and came alive.

I was tears and became laughter.

The power of Love arrived and made me Everlasting power.

I have seen everything. I have no fear.

I have the heart of a lion, and I shine like Venus.

There is a time on the journey when the beloved sweet soul is prepared to engage more completely with the heart of the Divine Lover.

The preparation will be a rich process, spiritually speaking.

It may also feel like being beaten, pummeled, simmered, and stirred in the pot of the divine MasterChef to become a sacred and savory meal fit for the most heavenly of feasts.

This is a courageous and bold process, one that will create the most delicious aromas in the soul.

And yet, it is one that will likely take us right to the places we would rather avoid… places of confrontation and pain over the loss of its grip on our being.

It no longer lets us quake and retreat from life in fear of uncertainty.

You have been through these tantalizing trials.

The push to surrender fear the realization your attempt to control amount to not so much…

So why not abandon them all together?

The trials have asked you to confront every part of your being that holds itself back in resistance to what is.

In resistance to what life presents at this very moment.

You have been asked to become comfortable with the possible discomfort of not knowing.

And to understand you don’t have to understand anything for life to work out with perfect synchronicity and generous grace.

You’ve been asked to bear darkness without losing hope for the return of the light.

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They were so powerful you were certain they must be real, you must be crazy not to run and hide somehow, somewhere.

And yet here you are still loving, still wise, and ready for a Love bigger than you have ever experienced before.

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I link my arm through your yours, and I urge you on.

Let us run together and jump over the edge.

No more half living in any way for you and me.

We will weep crystal clear tears, and we will laugh with such joy that stars will burst forth born upon our exhalations.

We will hear the beating of the cosmic heart pounding in our ears... and how we shall dance to it.

That sacred intoxicating rhythm moves hips and hands and hearts, raising the soul from slumber.

But that heart does beat so loud.

It can be startling to the parts of you unused… to such wild, unconditional affection and rowdy playfulness.

You may worry that this great Love is not going to be careful enough with you.

What if you get tossed around in the great oceans of Love?

You will surely be disorientated and become lost to the world you once knew.

How then will you know where to go?

Fear not my soulmate, Love has its wisdom and it’s way.

We shall become lost in its genius together.

Whilst our minds are tipped this way and that, tumbled in loves great waves, we shall be forced to surrender our useless intelligence and become mindless.

Then how easy it shall be to become for the perfection of Love to guide us.

For there shall be nothing within to question and resist.

We will no longer have to find the way, for we will have become the way.

More Love is rushing towards you like a great cosmic tsunami.

You will struggle with this blessing to the extent you attempt to hold onto what has been.

So don’t. Let go. Let it move you.

You’ll perhaps get some water up your nose but nothing will come to you that you can’t handle.

You’ll be disheveled somewhat, undoubtedly, yet as you’re washed up upon love’s shining shore, keeping every hair in place will be the last thing on your mind…

You’ll be too caught up in the wonder of perfection…

Realizing how deeply Loved you are, and how unnecessary it is to contrive a way to live your purpose.

Instead, you’ll have no idea what is going on.

You’ll be surrendered in passionate embrace with life.

Simply being your exquisite, crazy, unique self, saturated with divine Love.

It will drip from you.

Out of your feet, your eyes, your voice, your touch.

You’ll water the Earth with Love’s oceanic presence.

Let your hair get messed up.

Your destiny awaits you now.