#frevor

[chloe12801]

Text post dump with Trikey, Framar, and Tranklin? Frevor? What do we call them lmao

[deshiroarts]

OCtober. A character in our campaign in female form breasting boobily.

[geostelar5]

"Because your my friend, any other stupid questions?" - I feel like this moment really needs to be emphasized, because as much as we talk about how Annabeth had a shitty childhood, has abandonment issues, etc. I feel like we don't talk about Percy's as much because he doesn't really bring it up that much. But its really important to Emphasize that all his life, up until Yancy it has been Percy and his mom VS the world, and for someone who's fatal Flaw is Loyalty, this must have KILLED Percy more than anything else. Not having anyone to really connect to, to live your life giving everything for your friends that you manage to make, only for it to be thrown in your face as you are ratted out, as you are betrayed or you have to move schools again. Percy is a person who THRIVEs when he has a group around him, he is a natural Leader, someone who brings people together, a grounding presense because everyone can trust him. They know that they can trust him because betrayal would never cross his mind. So, imagine how powerful, how impactful it is to Percy when he FINALLY has not one, but two friends that he can throw his whole heart into loving and trusting and they return it with just as much frevor. To assure him that they WONT turn against him, to be on His side no matter what. Grover was the first person that Percy met who clung to him and bonded with him, wanting to be his friend first and foremost. His best friend, the first one who didn't give up on him when it got tough. And now we have Annabeth, the second one, this girl who used to seem to hate you for who your dad was is now assuring you that she would turn against her mom, who she clearly craves approval from because you are friends. Who makes it sound like its the most obvious thing in the world to her. That your the idiot for even bringing up the possiblity that she would turn against you. Imagine how powerful that is to Percy, to finally have your Loyalty Rewarded, to assure you that *NO* your feelings and wants to go to hell and back for those who love you aren't wrong! That you WILL find people who return that love like its second nature to them. To hear some validation for all your efforts in the form of two best friends who will ALWAYS be there for you.

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Six — Jonathan Crane + impact play, femdom

Pairing -> sub!jonathan crane x dom!reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), edging, riding, ball slapping, slapping in general, dacryphilia, reader's kinda cruel, female orgasm, orgasm denial, degredation

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: The Dark Knight Trilogy characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

In the heat of your anger, you removed his belt, delighting in the way his face melted into an expression of panic as he squirmed away from you. You gave him a swift spank to the balls. “Fuck!” He gave a strangled cry, throwing his head back onto the pillow. “Owww.”

“What did we say about respect, Jon?” 

Tears spilled out of his pretty blye eyes. He sniffled, his lower lip trembled. “T-that I needed to respect you. Because you own me.” He said this all in a wobbly voice, like at any moment he was going to burst into sobs and bury his face in your chest — which if you said he was allowed to, he probably would.

“And what did you earlier today?”

“I flirted with other women,” he sniffled. “I told my colleagues you were my bitch.” There was a red hue on his cheeks, and he was looking away. “But I didn’t mean it! I just wanted you to punish me, to use me! I’m your toy, you know that.”

You spanked him again.

 “Hnghh — be nice!”

“Be nice?” you repeated, your tone low and dangerous. “Why should I be nice when you’ve been a such an ass?”

Jonathan’s lips formed a pout. “I’m being good now.”

“No you’re not. Good boys take what their mistresses give them.”

You brushed his belt over his face and gave him a hard slap across the cheeks. He whined and turned his head into the pillow, not wanting another one. His cheek was turning bright red, and the leather mark of the belt was starting imprint on his skin.

“You know what?” you decided, and Jonathan finally looked up. “You have been a good boy, I think I’ll give you a reward, but you have to promise to keep your hands on my clit, and to not thrust up. Can you do that?”

Jonathan nodded eagerly and spread his leg like a desperate slut. “Yes, yes, yes.”

You wet his cock with your pussy, grinding on it slowly. Jonathan whined at the teasing, but controlled his hip movements and didn’t complain, starting to rub you clit with his fingers.

When you finally sunk down on him, he let out a happy sigh, his movements pausing. You stopped, angry at his inability to follow orders, but before you could grab the belt he started rubbing again, pushing his fingers through your folds. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized quickly. “Got distracted.”

“I don’t want excuses.”

Jonathan blushed, his other cheek — the one you didn’t hit — turning red as well. He was so beautiful like this. Dark hair tousled, naked and marked with your bruises. This was truly his calling. He was meant to be your bratty whore.  

You started bouncing, moaning in pleasure. You circled your hips on his, reveling in the sweet whimpers that poured out of his mouth. He was tossing and turning, desperately trying to keep himself in control. He didn’t want to do anything that would make you upset, and possibly prolong his pleasure.

“Augh, don’t stop,” he pleaded.

You grinned. Sure, Jon.

Once you were both close to the edge, you felt it. Jonathan had starting thrusting.

He couldn’t control himself, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to, especially not when you teased him for so long. Despite all his talk of how he wasn’t like other men, how he was a scientist not ruled by the desires of humanity, you knew, and so did he, that once you got him in the right mindset, he was nothing but a pussy-driven man, hungry for your touch and body.

Jonathan didn’t even seem to notice his mistake. He kept thrusting up, skin slapping against skin, chasing his own release with frevor.

“Don’t come before me,” you ordered.

He nodded, closing his eyes. He started to rub your clit more vigorlosuly, wanting the release of climax to come sooner. When you finally let out a whimper, coming on his cock, he let out a sigh of relief. 

“Oh, fuck, need this so bad—”

You pulled off of him before he could finish his sentence.

It took a moment for him to realize what you did.

“Puh-pleaseeeee!”

He sat up, arms wrapping around your waist. He was truly sobbing now, you would have to get him a napkin for his nose later. “I need you. I need you!”

You grabbed his chin. He was getting on your nerves. “Shut up! I thought you were a good boy.”

“I am,” he whimpered. “It’s just  . . .” he trailed off, not knowing what to say. 

Seeming to accept his fate, he lowered himself back down on the bed, watching with a frown as you grabbed his belt again. He finally figured it out — the best way to get what he wanted was to obey.

“Ready?” you asked with a cruel grin.

He nodded, still crying, closing his eyes as he braced for the impact.

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[quartergremlin]

hi i thought about jocelyn.

I'd imagine that her parents were also members of the foot, so she's been exposed to *gestures at the foot's cult-like qualities* from a young age, even distantly.

- Started getting directly involved with training and such in her early-mid teens

- was immediately attached to casey's hip as resident Kid Whos Veen Here Longest/The Leader's Kid

- thought Casey was the Hot Cheese at first, which Casey drank up with characteristic frevor

- got bored with her after she started to catch up to casey in skill

- casey still craved her approval as her first and only her-age friend, and would often just go along with whatever she wanted, even if she had to change herself or take the fall.

- they still would have drifted apart even if she hadn't sucked rocks, just because she doesn't care about all the "boring" parts of being a foot recruit while casey is crazy dedicated to all of it.

- but she does. suck rocks, that is. so they had a bit of an explosive end to their relationship. (maybe somewhere shortly before canon)

[writingsofwesteros]

Rhaenyra and Daemon both being absolutely frothing out the mouth horny over a lady of the court/a dornish woman/Rhaenyra's sister/a dragonseed (she was claiming dragons before it was trending lmao), but she never seems to get their hints or even look their way. The depraved royals fuck like bunnies within the halls of the palace in hopes of her seeing them and stopping to join in, but alas she always stumbles upon them and simply walks past, totally ignoring them even as Daemon’s legendary cock begins pounding into the Realm's Delight with increased frevor, Rhaenyra’s beautiful tits bouncing merrily as she greedily circles her hips to allow her swollen cunt the satisfaction she desperately desired. Many lords, ladys, servants, and even Viserys, has had their own encounters with the couple which ended in them being totally ignored while the couple dirtily fanasize aloud about what they'd do to "their bratty girl."

Embarrassingly enough, no one besides the target of their affection was able to resist the urge to pleasure themselves to the memory of the prince and princess entangled so cravenly with no cares for who sees them, Viserys definitely remembering his trysts with Aemma while watching his brother plow the daughter that looked so much like a younger version of her mother... it's a surprise he didn't lure Rhaenyra to him through pretenses of talking about her duties as heir, only to trap her in his room as he stuffs his daughter full of her own dad's hot seed...

Rhaenyra is surprisingly the one to break first, stalking the poor woman down and waiting until she had her alone to strike. The woman had no time to speak before the princess had her stripped completely naked, her hot mouth greedily attacking the woman's pussy, sucking and licking her clit and finding her most sensitive areas. The woman fights Rhaenyra a bit before playing coy again and pretending like the princess's expert pussy eating skills weren't making her insides feel on fire, g spot pulsing with the need to be abused by her fingers... or even a cock....

The woman's stomach noticeably begins flexing as she reaches her orgasm, eyes flashing open widely, mouth opening in a silent scream as the princess moans and begins eagerly increasing the pressure of her tongue to completely blow her new lover away. Daemon walks in right as Rhaenyra is finishing making the poor girl squirt, having stuck between her thighs relentlessly since taking the opportunity upon herself, her lengthy time away being enough to make Daemon more than curious. Daemon pouts and rips Rhaenyra up by her silver hair, the loud suctioning sound of the girl's red clit breaking free of their prison being enough to excite him, but watching their beauty gush yet again all over his wife was mind blowing. Daemon kisses Rhaenyra roughly, spanking her ass and telling her to stop being so greedy, musing that she's lucky she's not being punished for trying to keep the girl to herself.

The poor woman gives up her fight when she sees the Rogue prince neglect stripping from his own cloths in favor of pulling his thick cock out from his pants and hurriedly pumping it a few times to allow the precum to start flowing faster. Seeing the way Rhaenyra refused to stop tasting her cunt, the woman knew without a doubt Daemon would not only completely wreck her virgin pussy, but he wouldn't stop until he stuffed her full of enough cum to make quintuplets. It's enjoyable for the couple to watch her accept her fate, the only fight coming from her is when one of them pull another orgasm from her, Rhaenyra straddling her face as she continues to lap at the girl's clit with the occasional taste of Daemon’s cock as it plunges into her gushy cunt.

The servants that come to check on the noises from a usually abandoned room are in for the surprise of their life when they watch the couple furiously overstimulate their favorite girl, it being evident to the servants standing across the room just how red her poor stretched cunt was as they watched, almost entranced by how well she was taking the depravity. It's almost sad for them to see how full of cum she is, her womb ballooning a bit from Daemon refusing to let her escape, plunging deep and rocking his cock inside her slowly to allow his seed safer passage to her womb.

She looks over at the servants once Rhaenyra dismounts and eagerly spurs her uncle on from her spot on the couch and that's when the deepest pit shame hits her as she now realizes the weight of the couple's actions, moon tea no longer enough to save her good name from being drug down with their's... that is if she would even be allowed access to anything of the sort with the royals' being powerful enough to ban her from taking such action or, even worse, they could propose she become a wife to them to aid in "strengthening the Targaryen dynasty" and nursing the young they already have. Yeah right, Rhaenyra would be on those mommy milkers like she were the baby... their children would either have to share or be fed by Nyra or a maid to help the poor girl out.

Unfortunately for her, it was the second option that took effect as Daemon had bored of taking her missionary style and laid her flat on the ground to pound in from behind. The change of position and overstimulation illicit the most primal of noises from her mouth as her brain switches off and alerts more people to the spectacle taking place. Daemon finds it in himself to fuck her even more savagely somehow and loses himself in her enchantingly tight cunt, gripping her hips like a lifeline as he can't find it in himself to care about anything beside thrusting his cock in her. Viserys walks into this: https://eoquetemprahj.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/GIF-2-Izzy-Delphine.gif , his own daughter viciously fingering her cunt as her husband utterly defiles another woman for all to see.

Even worse is the fact that the couple seemed to derive pleasure from the prospect of a bastard, Rhaenyra making a strangled gasp as she watches Daemon deposit another load into the girl, his large hand massaging her hips and cupping her belly as he allows his cock to finally soften in her, sweat and cum sticking them together (along with his unwillingness to move). The princess shamelessly continues plunging her fingers inside herself, twisting and turning her body like a possessed woman as she stimulates her nipples and finally comes with a burst upon watching Daemon have to slowly dislodge his cock from their girl's tight cunt, her grip locking him in place and making him have to pause to not hurt her in the process.

Viserys is furious, yet mainly jealous, when he orders Daemon to marry the woman. Even the "oblivious" man knew there was no way moon tea could prevent a babe from taking root after how many times his brother had came inside her.

Maybe Viserys gets his revenge by fucking both of Daemon's wives on the wedding night, stating that it's the King's right to do so and as Rhaenyra’s father he should obey him before her husband 👑💀

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THE HOTTEST!!!!!!!

As ever I can't add anything !

Viserys being jealous is just too delicious and he will take Daemon's wives...for a night that is.

Daemon and Rhaenyra have completely ruined her ;)

[punkcalf-art]

"Stay out of the forest. A warning engulfed in a stories, told with frevor and passion around the campfires across your peaceful planet. No clans, just You. You and your siblings many. A story of eons past when They came to Your planet. When They thought They needed your essence to surivive. A miscalculation, nothing more. They never needed You. But They had drank from You had they not? Such a grievious mistake They hade made. Angering the planet You live on. Angering the Mother that watches over You. They did not need You. And their punishment, not reward was life eternal. They stalk the forest, unable to die. Unable to live. They were terrified of death and sought to evade it. Their wish has become truth. Walking, eternal on the planet They invaded."

[lover-also-fighter-also]

"it's on my to-do-list" for Maria x Ria

Thank you for the suggestion @somerandomjewelleryonthefloor

Ask list here

This HC is after Ria and Maria move in together and are at the starting stages of their careers. Hope you like it

Maria: Ria, have you seen my planner anywhere? I can't seem to find it.

Ria: You mean this? (waving it in front of her teasingly)

Maria: Ria, please give it. I've got a long day ahead and I need to keep track of everything.

Ria (pouting): Fine, you win. But you may want to check everything again.

Maria reads through the days list, a smile slowly forming as she reads till the end

She pulls Ria close and gives her a long, passionate kiss which Ria returns with equal frevor.

Ria (in mock surprise): What was that for?

Maria: Oh just finishing one of my "tasks" of the day. One that I enjoy the most.

[sonicasura]

A Surge of Power

No.10's power was unlike anything Hoshina's ever seen, calculated punchs that shook the earth when hit, a harden hide that could take load of punshiment and still stand strong, and even if you did damage the hide the Kaiju's regeneration would fix it in a second. It was truly a devastating force, made worse by it's seemingly intelligent nature.

* BOOOOOM*

Another earthshattering punch hit the training ground taking all in it's away from the sheer strength of it's punch. This was bad, he had a sinking feeling that he himself wouldn't be enough to Neturalize the Kaiju. It was learning all his moves just from seeing them once, the gaps in it's armor, were now being reinforce with extra muscle making Hoshina have to exert even more force for his attacks to work. As it stood his suit would over heat leaving him defenseless.

Hoshina: * Thoughts* Dammit.... at this rate all my energy will be exhausted, there.... there has to be some..!

It was at that moment Hoshina wanted to facepalm, he did have something that could help even the odds and potentially turn the fight around.

After dodgeing another punch Hoshina began retreating backwards to give him enough distance, eyes never leaving Kaiju No.10, he sheathed his blades.

No.10 who saw this was unhappy at the implication of Hoshina putt away their weapon.

No.10: Sheathing your weapons? Are you planing on running away. No... this won't do at all, you are supposed to be my rival. To flee battle like a coward

That. Would. Make. Me. FURIOUSSSSS!!!

The roared echo out across the training facility pushing rubble back from the sheer force, and caused Hoshina to dig in his feet, to keep from flying backwards. However while this would indimidate many, Hoshina just had a smug smirk adorning his face.

Hoshina: Jeez I didn't take you for the chatty type but I'm afraid you got it all wrong.

Grabbing something from behind his back, he unsheathed a pair of blades much different from the last one. These were the finalized version of the Smithing Core's " New Wave" weapon. The dual blades have been made from Seregios's scales acting as the bladed part, along with the finest steel, and tge handle being reinforced with Nergigante Scales.

These weapons where Hoshina's Ace in the hole.

This revelation only excited No.10 and caused him to go back on the attack with even more frevor than before.

A head to head clash ensued, however the advantage was turned over to Hoshina, the blades cut the through No.10 armor and allowed Hoshina more attack oppritunities, with not have to solely aim for the gaps in No.10's plating. There was another effect taking place however that both were unaware of

Bleeding

The effect that caused wounds to be more painful and take longer to heal. This effect was devastating and it currently had No.10 in it's iron hold. Every slash left wounds that took longer and longer to heal, and sapped away at No.10's energy from regeneration. A wound that would normally take No.10 less than a second to heal soon took 2 seconds, than 4, than 7, than 10. The slow down on regenration was something Hoshina immediately took notice of and used to his full advantage.

" Sword Slayer Technique No.6 Eightfold Slasher"

A devastating blink and you'll miss it flurry of slash hit No.10 and seemingly kill the Kaiju. The team monitering the fight cheered however Hoshina cut the celebration short.

Hoshina: It's not dead yet I only managed to knick the core before it moved.

No.10 putting all of it's power to transform into a towering Kaiju and soon a massive red behemoth stood in the training facility. Hoshina stood wide eyed at the monstrosity, especially when Okonogi told him that the Fortitude clocked in at 9.0. This was bad Hoshina had put almost all his energy into that clash and No.10 still had the energy to keep on fighting.

This however is when 2 things happened

Okonogi: Wait, the fortidude it's.... decreasing!

No.10's fortitude went from 9.0 to 8.1, then to 8.7 then back down to 7.7, the fortidude began to heavily fluctuate rapidly going back to 9.0 before dropping once again to 7.9.

Unknown to all, when Hoshina knicked the core. The bleeding effect wrapped it self around No. 10's core causing instability, and caused it to be unable to hold a stable fortitude as it's energy was literally being sapped from it's very core.

The second thing was a powerful fireball hitting No. 10, as all eyes turned to the skies and were met with Rider and Ratha joining in on the fight.

Rider: Hey, Captain dude catch!!!

A jar was thrown down to Hoshina, which he caught

Rider: That should give you back your stamina, hurry up and chug it down!

Not wanting too look a gift horse in the mouth Hoshina did just that, and in an instant felt as good as new.

It seemed like luck was on the Defense Forces side today.

What do you think? And sorry for the length of the post.

Don't worry about the length cause I don't mind! This is definitely awesome btw.

Bleeding tends to be quite the nasty ailment for even a prepared hunter. Hunting Seregios or any other monster that can afflict the status was quite the pain in the ass whenever I played MHGU, not as bad as the Deviljho surprise encounters. Stamina potions definitely would be useful for the Defense Force since it would stave off overheating for quite awhile.

I can see Hoshina leave enough of a sample inside the jar for the Science Division to analyze later. Despite being weakened, No. 10 is definitely hyped to tussle with Rider. This oversized beetle does want rivals and will throw hands even against a teenager.

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

Millennial Tree Cookie - Light of Purity

Fire Spirit Cookie - Light of Frevor

Sea Fairy Cookie - Light of Hope

Moonlight Cookie - Light of Wisdom

Wind Archer Cookie - Light of Protection

Idk what Frost Queen and Stormbringer would be ._.

Frost Queen could be Light Of Memories

Stormbringer idk she really don’t because there’s not much to her story :/

[cal-writes]

inspired by this promotional image, i will make no promises of ever polishing or making a thing out of it but i figured i'd share some drama. this isnt edited and i wrote it while watching james camerons avatar lol so i take no responsiblity for spelling or other mistakes

“This is stupid.” Heiji muttered, putting his chin on his hand. He glowered as the celebration around the came into full swing. Shinichi smirked underneath his helmet. “They’re acting like we’re meeting for the first time.”

“It’s tradition.” Shinichi reminded him, shifting slightly on his spot at Heiji’s side. Heiji sighed and sat up straight as the music reached their end and the dancers in front of them parted to reveal Princess Kazuha in her ceremonial dress, face veiled. Shinichi let his smile fall, keeping his face neutral. His hands were resting folded over his sword. The princess knelt in front of Heiji and the music stopped. A drum sounded in the distance. Heiji’s back was tense when he bowed down and the princess followed suit.

“The proposal has been accepted!” The high priest of the Toyoma family declared and the dancers cheered, the music picking up again with frevor. Shinichi closed his eyes and took a deliberate breath, thankful for his helmet hiding his expression. 

Kazuha and Heiji both sat up, Heiji giving her a charming smile that didn’t reach his eyes. The drum flared and the cheering died down. Another woman came from the crowd of dancers, dressed in the same clothing as the princess. She came up behind her and carefully lifted the veil from Kazuha’s face. She smiled the same sad smile that Heiji had. How they all hated this display. The woman behind her covered Kazuha’s face again before helping her stand. They both turned to the dancers and waited for Kazuha’s parents and their high priest to stand before them before bowing to them. The drums accentuated their movement. The dancers were the first to go to their knees. 

Kazuha’s parents looked at their daughter for a long time before they both bowed their heads. The music resumed and as Kazuha and her companion turned to them the dancers rose and cheered again. 

Kazuha sat down on Heiji’s other side, her companion mirroring Shinichi’s place next to her. The music reached a crescendo. “May the celebration begin!” The high priest announced and the dancers broke from their formation, the royal family took seats on Kazuha’s side of the room and servants rushed in with food. Heiji’s shoulder slumped and he leaned over to Kazuha. “Nice to meet you. Again.” He said jokingly. She chuckled quietly from underneath her veil. 

“You too.” She said and leaned forward slightly to look at Shinichi. “Good to see you again as well.” She told him and Shinichi inclined his head. From behind them the taste testers came forward sampling everything brought before the royalty. Kazuha’s veil was attached to a circular hat that allowed her to eat while still covered and they dug in as the feast began. Shinichi glanced over to her companion. The clothing was identical and the veil nearly opaque but there were only so many people that would have been chosen as Kazuha’s decoy and her body language gave her away, he smirked faintly and she caught him staring, the veiled head turning toward him. Neither of them were allowed to speak to each other in this company but her fingers waved to him from where she had them folded on her legs. Mouri Ran, royal court lady and close companion to the princess. They hadn’t seen each other in a while. The roads between the kingdoms had become more dangerous over the past few months, making travel scarce unless absolutely necessary. Before that Heiji and Shinichi had visited often, on royal behalf and not. Kazuha and Heiji had known each other since early childhood and as such Ran and Shinichi did too. 

It was only natural that Kazuha had been chosen as a candidate to be Heiji’s bride. Heiji’s father and king reign was getting old and had been urging his son to find a bride for years. Now with rising tensions, the request had become an order. Kazuha’s father was in a similar situation and due to the proximity of their territories, merging them made sense politically.

Shinichi understood all of that. He didn’t have to like it. 

The celebration took several hours and several courses of food and drink, music and more dance. By the time the sun went down, the prince and princess were made ready for departure. Shinichi ate with the rest of the guard they had brought and looked over their route for the trip back. They had brought a minimal entourage, not wanting to draw too much attention but the engagement celebration was impossible to keep a secret. The rest of the Toyoma family would make the trek only for the wedding in a few months but they had decided to move the princess tonight, giving possible assassins as little time to prepare as possible. The Toyoma family’s royal guard would accompany them, scattered across several carriages. The royal carriage would be occupied by guards while Kazuha, Ran, Heiji and Shinichi would all reside in one of the common carriages by the end of the convoy which was a decision Shinichi had protested to now avail. 

“Stop sulking.” Heiji told him as they set out, carriage rumbling underneath them. Shinichi gave him a look that Heiji had full view of now that his helmet rested on the bench next to him. Ran gave a good natured chuckle next to him. Inside the privacy of their coach they were allowed to be unveiled. 

“One of us is on duty.” Shinichi reminded him.

Heiji scoffed. “‘A prince is always on duty.’” He said, imitating the gruff cadence of his father’s voice. Kazuha leaned her head back and groaned. 

“I can’t count how often I heard that.” She said, the poised posture from the ceremony gone as she was comfortable in their presence. “‘A princess doesn’t slouch’, ‘a princess doesn’t eat like that’.” She ranted and Ran smiled. 

“As queen you will be allowed more freedoms at least.” She said, eyes flickering down, unable to keep up her happy demenor. Kazuha looked at her. Mouth open to speak before she swallowed her words. 

“At least.” Kazuha settled on, lips pressing together in a tight line. Shinichi’s eyes flicked over to Heiji whose gaze was far away. The road was uneven and unrelenting, the simple carriage less padded then the royal one would have been. Shinichi knew the way by heart, they had traveled it on foot, on horse and on carriage hundreds of times. The second they weered off the path he knew. He turned his head, hand flying to grasp his sword. Heiji’s attention snapped to him frowning before he noticed their changing path himself. 

“What’s wrong?” Ran asked but fell silent when Shinichi raised a finger to his lips. He carefully peeled away the curtain. Outside the dark forest passed them by. The carriage slowed down little by little. Ran and Kazuha looked at each other and covered their faces. Shinichi rose from his seat, standing hunched in the cramped carriage and Kazuha switched to take his place next to Ran. 

Shinichi put on his helmet as the carriage came to a stop. “Stay inside.” He whispered and stepped outside. “Like hell-” Heiji hissed back but was silenced by the door closing in his face. Shinichi could only hope he would listen until whatever was going on was done. 

“What is going on?” He asked toward their coachman, eyes trained on the treeline. Not even a moving shadow. When there was no answer he briefly glanced over. The man that had been leading their horses sat slumped over in his seat, a dart sticking out of the side of his neck. Shinichi drew his sword, ears straining against the noises of the night. 

Time to become a shadow himself. 

He unclasped the cape from his shoulders and ducked just as a dart whizzed past his head, riccocheting off his helmet. He dashed into the direction it had flown from. The attacker was too slow to avoid him. Shinichi slammed his elbow into the man’s chest, making him gasp. His sword arced upwards, slicing along the man’s chest and arm. His blowgun flew off into the dark underbrush. Footsteps behind him. Sloppy. Shinichi’s leg shifted, carrying the momentum of his sword, parrying the swing from his blind side. Shinichi smirked into the enraged face of his attacker, who tried to lift his sword out from underneath his only to take Shinichi’s foot straight to the ribs and land in the dirt. With one quick punch he knocked him out cold. The man with the blowgun tried to tackle him but Shinichi threw him easily over his shoulder, slamming him hard into the ground. An arrow flew from the tree line, missing him by a hair and drawing his attention. 

He was already several steps toward the source of it when he heard the coach door open. Another attack had come from the other side to get inside only to meet the blund end to Heiji’s shinai. The man fell back into the dirt and Heiji jumped out of the carriage. 

“I told you to stay inside.” Shinichi said, turning to parry the next arrow flying toward him. One time he didn’t take his bow. He ripped off his helmet throwing it into the air, leg shifting back before kicking it toward their marksman. A muffled grunt followed by the snapping of wood. He turned to see Heiji knock out another attack with a swing of his bamboo sword. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Heiji said mid swing. Shinichi turned back to the carriage. 

“Get back inside. I’ll drive.” He said. Ran threw open the door. 

“Behind you!” She shouted, Kazuha peeking out behind her as if they were trying to get hurt. Shinichi dodged another swipe, parrying a second from yet another assailant. There was no telling how many were still hiding in the woods. They had to move. Heiji climbed into the driver’s seat, fussing over the driver and dragging the man’s unmoving body off. Kazuha and Ran helped him put the man inside the carriage as Shinichi slowly made his way over. He took out the first man’s knees with a decisive kick, feeling bone snap under his foot and an ear piercing scream as the man crumpled. The second swung again and this time it was Shinichi’s armor that took this hit. The metal slid off without even leaving a mark which only seemed to enrage him. The man snarled, swinging again and Shinichi blocked the blow with his own sword, his arm rattled as they collided. 

In the distance he heard the sound of hufs galloping. Allies or more enemies? They couldn’t afford to find out. He pushed the man back. “Get inside!” He shouted at Heiji, slashing at the man’s hand to make him drop his weapon in the dirt. 

Heiji hesitated by the door of the carriage, looking toward him. “Come on then!” He threw back, head turning toward the noise of people approaching. Suddenly Heiji pitched forward and just out of the way of an oncoming arrow. Ran behind him had her fists tight in the fabric of his clothing and pulled him back inside. Shinichi glared toward the marksman. They had stepped out of the cover of the treeline quickly noking another arrow. Shinichi rushed forward only to stumble. The man who’s leg he had broken was clutching at his ankle. Shinichi didn’t have time for this. He reered back with his sword and threw it at the marksman just as they let their arrow fly. The shot went wide, flying over the carriage as his sword embedded itself into their tight. Shinichi glanced briefly at the carriage, making sure Heiji and the others were alright before leaning down to grab one of the swords off the ground, tearing his foot out of the man’s grasp as he did.

He stumbled slightly in the wet mud, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. Someone else was rushing him head on and Shinichi out manuvered them easily. A twist of his blade against the others and the sword flew out of their hands. An arrow landed in his right calf. 

He didn’t notice the pain at first, too preoccupied with knocking out the man currently attacking him. He bit his lips, tasting blood and shifted his weight onto the other leg. He could still move the right leg, glancing down, it had only hit the meat of it and not the muscles. Shinichi whipped around toward the marksman that noked the next arrow toward him despite bleeding heavily themselves. He focused on them, hitting the next shot out of the air as he walked over slowly, every step agony. 

“Shinichi!” Heiji shouted. The idiot was out of the carriage again. His outburst distracted the marksman and they weren’t quick enough to dodge Heiji’s attack. “There are more!” He told him and Shinichi turned, wincing when he put weight on his leg without thinking. Two more. There was no end to them. He blocked one blow with the armor on his arm, feeling the force of the blow down to his bones as he swung his sword toward the other. Heiji shouted, running toward them to help him. 

Shinichi shot him a look. “Stop, idiot!” His warning was swallowed by his own scream. One of the swords had slid off the armor and bit into the flesh between his left shoulder and his neck. He fell back, leg threatening to fold underneath him as the sharp edge ate down into his body. The man grinned smugly, confident in his victory as Shinichi swung, taking out his legs. He turned to the other, ready to finish him off when another arrow whipped past Shinichi’s head but this time it hit the chest of his attacker. He looked over his shoulder to see their cavalry. 

The Toyoma royal guard ontop their horses came crashing through the trees, quickly forming a protective wall around the carriage and causing stragglers that could still walk to retreat into the forest. 

“Shinichi!” Heiji came to his side, hands on his back and Shinichi threw the assailant's sword into the dirt. His hand pressed into the wound. Even through his gloves he could feel the amount of blood streaming out. 

Shinich brushed him off, walking over to one of the fallen men who was trying to crawl away. He grabbed him by the scruff. “Who sent you?” He demanded. His vision was fading fast but they needed answers. The man scrambled out of his hold and Shinichi’s strength was running low, making it easy for him. He went to grab for him again but the attacker grabbed something from around his neck and crushed it in his palm. 

“You will never find out.” He vowed before he started screaming. His hand burst into flames and Shinichi stumbled backwards as the heat increased uncomfortably quickly burning the man alive. 

Around them, everyone still conscious did the same. The guards had to restrain their horses from breaking off and away. Shinichi pressed the back of his hand to his face to block out the smell of burning flesh. Even as he got further away the heat didn’t leave him. His hand was shaking as it touched his wound, finding his skin hot and tender as if it were infected already. “Poison.” He said, his mouth dry. Heiji stopped in his tracks having hovered just behind him the entire time. “You should have stayed inside.” Shinichi told him, around his heavy tongue. 

Heiji’s face was deeply furrowed. “You’re welcome, asshole.” He said, his hand grabbed Shinichi’s uninjured arm and Shinichi squeezed his eyes shut as the world around him spun in wild circles. “Fuck. We need a medic!” Heiji shouted. He sputtered under the sudden weight when Shinichi’s legs gave out despite his best efforts. Someone came to Shinichi’s other side, helping Heiji to keep him upright. 

“Don’t touch the wound.” Shinichi muttered, his feet were dragging on the ground as they manuvered him back to the carriage. “Poison.” He warned, vision cutting in and out. He blinked and suddenly the ceiling of the carriage was above him. Heiji’s face swam into focus. Someone tightened something around his shoulder and Shinichi’s eyes went blind in pain as he screamed. Soft hands cupped his jaw as he laid there gasping. It took several heartbeats for him to see again. Heiji. He was shaking, his hands sweaty on Shincihi’s face. 

His eyes were glistening. “Stay alive.” His voice was trembling. “That’s an order.” He said and Shinichi huffed. He swallowed hard against his dry throat, trying to keep his focus on Heiji’s face. Shinichi wanted to say something but it took everything just to keep his eyes open. He flinched as someone bandaged his leg hastily. “We’re almost home.” Heiji told him frantically. His thumbs kept brushing along Shinichi’s cheekbones. He couldn’t help but lean into the touch of his prince. Only in his dreams or close to death had he allowed himself to hope to feel it. “Keep your eyes open.” Heiji told him and Shinichi blinked, only now realizing that he had closed them. Every breath was a chore. The heat from his shoulder was spreading through his whole body, increasing in intensity. It felt like his bones were melding and he squirmed on the floor of the carriage, trying to escape the feeling. “You’re gonna be okay. You hear? We’re almost there. Just hold on.” Heiji said and his voice sounded far away. Shinichi kept gasping for breath, his vision tunneling as the darkness crept in from the edges. He looked at Heiji, hating the panic on his face. He attempted to smile despite the pain, tasting blood on his teeth. 

If he had to go, he couldn’t imagine a better way. 

[r34ding]

Knock em dead

Jeremiah x Belly Fanfiction

~Jeremiah decides to be a bit (too) direct.~

TW: This is just consensual because both partys are okay with what happens in the end. But if one party would have decided they did not like what happend (in this fanfic Belly), it would not have been okay.

Camerons lips left Bellys and everyone at the table was speechless for a second. Laurel was kind enough to make a joke, but Jeremiah's joy from teasing Belly's date had vanished in an instant. He had felt a pull in his chest as he heard that she was dating someone, but seeing them like this- although he caused the situation, made him feel infinetly worse.

At Nicoles party he drunkenly went after Cam and Belly.

*Do you have something for Jeremiah?*

*You mean Conrad?*

She didn't even consider him an option, not even a close second. Even if she wasn't dating Cam, it would be Conrad.

He asked her on a muffin run the next morning, since he coincidentally was up early, despite a slight headach from the party.

*Why do you seem so energetic?*

*Couldn't sleep.*

His shrug made her smile. Whenever she was going through something, be it Taylor hooking up with her brother, or Conrad... his carefree demeanor was contagious.

Driving with him, of course he let her practice, he would still help her shift gears if needed. His hand lingering on hers was warm, and she felt so comfortable around him, she didn't mind.

*Park over there, I wanne show you my favorite spot!*

He pointed to a spot at the side of the road, on their way back. The excitement in his voice made her giggle.

*Come on, be honest it's your secret make out spot right?*

His smirk was telling and the view breathtaking. While Belly was looking at the scenery he was stealing glaces at her.

*Belly?*

*Yeah?*

*You know Conrad has been sleeping over at Nicoles for quite some time now.*

He watched her smile fade.

*Why ar-*

*He forgot your birthday.*

He didn't plan this, but he couldn't hold back anymore. She was facing him now, hurt clouding her eyes.

*Why are you saying that?*

Why now? She thought, because to her it felt like he was needlessly rubbing it in.

*Do you even like Cam Cameron?*

She knew why he asked, but acting oblivious was easier.

*Why are you being like this?*

Agitated, she stepped back as he approached her.

*Belly, you are my best friend. I can see how you look at Conrad, not at Cam. Don't you think it would be-*

*What's wrong with you today?*

After her initial shock at his bluntness her anger settled in.

He furrowed his brows, he understood why she got devensive. However her moving away from him made him think she was planning on just avoiding the truth.

*Come on Belly, you know why I am saying this!*

Not because of his unexpected outburst, but because of his unfamiliar, earnest gaze she decided turn, return to the car and cool down.

Before she could, he had pulled her back and she stumbled against his chest.

His hand was resting on her wrist. She was stunned, too stunned to ask what the fuck he was doing.

His lips sealed hers, with a frevor that pushed her head backwards. It took her a moment to collect herself.

Angry at his assault she pressed her lips harder against his. Balancing the intensity of their kiss, but effectively pressing herself against him. His hand had dropped from her wrist, now guiding her head, not wanting to part from her. The other hand was holding her securely around the waist. Belly was torn between pushing him away or pulling him closer, her hands seemed to move on their own exploring his chest and shoulders.

A shudder ran through Jeremiah.

Now it was his turn to be suprised and he pulled away a bit to search her face. His hand had found a place around her neck just under he jaw.

Belly seemed to have acted on impulse. He could not tell if she was angry at him, but the red hue on her cheeks was lovely, nonetheless.

He gave her a peck on the side of her mouth and as if the spell was broken, she finally gave him a firm push, which made him stumble backwards.

*Belly I-*

*Wha- Why, what the hell Jeremiah?*

The boy she had known her whole live, who she had grown up with standing there as beautiful as ever, seemed so foreign to her. The look he gave her was pircing, making an electric charge run through her.

To her Jeremiah was the boy she laid on her back with, playfully holding hands with, while watching the clouds.

He was rubbing the back of his neck, calming his beating heart and his to desire to kiss Belly again.

*I wanted to do that for a long time.*

His admission startled Belly, had she thought about doing it herself from time to time. But it was a territory of emotions that felt too threatening to their friendship.

He approached her again, she faced him head on this time and watched sceptically as he took on of her hands in his.

*Listen, I know you are still with Cam...*

His thumb rubbed circles on the back of her hand.

*... and, despite what I just did, I know it was shitty of me to just spring my feelings on you like that.*

Belly still fought with herself and ripped her arm back.

*Then you shouldn't have!*

This time he couldn't catch her in time and she stormed back to the car at a pace he had to jog to keep up.

*Bells lis-*

*No you listen!*

She stopped him in his track.

*You not only spring this on me, as you said, but you have to bring my feelings for Conrad into it?*

So that was what bothered her the most, he realized bitterly.

She was standing in front of the hood of his truck and it felt like he was forbidden from moving until she was done chewing him out.

*I know Belly, I was...*

He didn't want to say it aloud, but Belly was having none of it.

*Spit it out Jer!*

*I was fucking jealous okay?*

Despite the way he let the words out, like they would burn his tongue, he carefully closed in on her, again.

*Don't Jer, I'm still-*

Seeing him up close, the embarresment written on his face, she couldn't help herself but calm down. Jeremiah was never one to be emberassed and seeing this vulnerable side of him made her realize what she had overlooked the whole time.

Suddenly he hugged her, holding her in his arms, trying to convey how precious she was to him.

*Jer I...*

*I know, I'm sorry.*

He looked down at her then and while looking into the eyes of his best friend, he had known his whole live, he confessed.

*I just can't help but love you.*

It was done, she knew it the moment he really opened up to her. She fell, hard. Or maybe he had her at his feet all along. She took her time taking in his familiar features and then, after he had closed his eyes, still embracing her but waiting patiently for her next move, she kissed him.

Wanting to convey what she felt for him fueled her. As if she had brought him back to live he pressed her back against the car. Now with much more assurance, he even enjoyed biting her lip. While she laughed, she also knew the shudder that ran down her spine, betrayed the playfulness she tried to convey. This honest, straightforward version of her best friend was going to be the end of her.

~The end.~

[steel-and-fire]

"Why are these people after me, still!!!", Ferenir hissed in annoyance as the dwarven warrior lay motionless at his feet, his skull caved in by the hammer on the blacksmith's hand.

This one didn't even attempt to assassinate him, just announced himself and started swinging.

"The world has gone man, why are they after my life with such frevor?!" He kicked the corpse in anger.

The rest didn't attempt to stop him, Jaheira only placed a hand on his shoulder. He exhaled and looked at the others, inhaling his spilling emotions.

"Forgive me... let's go."

[golden-spike]

do you happen to have a favorite memory by any chance?

Meeting Greaseball.

No engine had ever made the pistons in my chest fire with such frevor. I knew I was powerless to the attraction. I could only pretend infront of everyone that I wasn't heels over head for him. I wasn't known for such emotion. It would be so strange. It took 50 years but I finally had the perfect engine for my love as my love.

I will be writing this same memory from my point of view in the future

First chapter is sfw despite the warning. Second is NSFW. I don't know your age, so keep that in mind and be safe.

[cosmik-homo]

Honestly the way the audiobook narrator does Alfred's fire sea "I know about the dog" has been living in my brain rent free.

You meet a strange man, and with a sleep spell you quickly learn two things about him: he's the ancient enemy- a force of darkness- and the dog he's going around with is not entirely real.

You don't know what to do with that, so you do nothing. You watch. The dog whines when the man growls, growls when the man freezes, uncertainly wavers when the man judges harshly, and rushes them both to save an innocent when it's master is uncertain.

Your enemy is passionate, destructive as you were told his kind would be, but something about his frevor isn't... Quite bloodthirsty. Something is off. The dog helps him stand straight as he seems to lose balance for a moment in his anger, with a canine whimper. He says words like, "Prisoner", "Hell", "Death", "Destruction", and you can feel the weight behind them, feel something in the flashes of memories, darting through your minds, that lies behind the rage.

The dog whimpers and begs.

You part ways- covering each other's retreat. The dog isn't entirely real. What made the man save you?

You meet again. Again the man is threats, sharp words, all real. You saw him as a boy, on his knees, swearing to labour his raw grief to rage, productive rage. He plays his part dutifully, knowingly. He will bring you to his lord after he finishes his mission. The dog can guard you until then.

Yes. You are beginning to think you know about the dog.

[iphy]

do i believe in God?

yes. no? kind of. i'd like to! it would make things a whole lot easier.

see, God is such a convient answer to a lot of the problems presented by absurdist nihilism.

what do i mean by absurdist nihilism? it's the idea that the universe is at its core, random, and nothing has any inherent meaning. thus, the logical conclusion is to 'make our own meaning'.

now, i actually think that a super-deterministic mathematical universe is far more likely than a 'random' one, but if we take into account that there are far, far too many factors involved to percieve the universe as anything but random, absurdist thought can still find a home in this model.

God is a neat little answer to the questions of purpose, meaning, and truth. but it just feels far too ... easy, i guess?

that's not to say that God doesn't exist, but let's be Real Fucking Honest here.

GOD can either be all-knowing, all-powerful, or all-loving. he CANNOT be all three. put this on top of modern christian misinterpretations of the torah and we have the image of a God who is self-contradictory, decietful, and cruel.

that's not even getting into the whole YHWJ vs EL vs ADONAI thing. at what point did the Great Storm become the All?

and let's talk about jesus for a second. he was a person who existed - a revolutionary in the age of apocalypse, a time when jewish frevor and tensions with the roman empire were high.

he was crucified by pontious pilate, yes. but he probably never laid eyes on the man, as dozens of others were given the same fate the very day jesus had; 'son of man' and 'messiah' were dogwhistles, more or less, that he was taking the torch where hezekiah the bandit - the man called messiah before him - had left it.

so his politics get co-opted by this dude named paul. paul turns it into The Pharisees 2, Electric Boogaloo, turns jesus into this forgiving, dulled down version of who he actually was in life.

is jesus the son of God? maybe. it's a lot more likely he was a half-roman bastard concieved unwillingly, radicalized by the things he witnessed. in the end, though, i don't think it actually fucking matters all that much.

you can find purpose in jesus, and in God, but what frustates me so much is when people only study the texts themselves and none of the actual substance of it.

"what's your purpose in life?" "to serve god!" cool. what a hollow non-answer.

what does God want? i can assure you it's not just 'have a good relationship with him'. that's NEVER been his m.o.

what does jesus want? (or what DID he want?) - social change and disruption. revolution. are you actively working towards these goals in a genuinely self-sacrifical way? are you willing and ready to abandon every comfort in your life and dedicate yourself to fighting imperialism in a real way? are you willing to die for it? be tortured? put your friends and family in danger? then PROVE IT. take up your cross. WORK for the damn thing.

if your response to that is "it's not safe or feasible", then congratulations, you're a normal human whose ideology directly conflicts with a revolutionary who lived 2000 years ago! that does also mean, however, that you cannot meaningfully call yourself a follower of Christ. again. directly contradictory.

the purpose of jesus wasn't to bring comfort to the persecuted, although disturbing the empire most certainly aided in that. the purpose of jesus was to change the system.