#i gor carried away

[konigsblog]

early mornings with farmer!könig

early mornings with könig include his firm, tight grip on your waist. he doesn't let go, not for a second. his tight grasp doesn't falter despite your squirming. groaning out and scolding you for moving so much, his face and nose buried in your hair — huffing at your sweet, strawberry essence. wearing nothing but your lace panties and bra, his thigh between yours and your legs intertwined with eachother.

it takes a lot to get up, too comfortable in eachothers silence and warmth. the sun peaking over the horizon, flashing through the blinds and allowing some cool air to seep through the gap in the window. the birds sing their melody, and he begins shuffling and moving. you almost think he's getting up — only pulling you closer and closer to himself. “sonnenschein...” his voice raspy, he grumbles out, eyelids slightly open before closing again, feeling as you turn to face him.

pressing your forehead against his, he smiles and chuckles before holding you tighter. his eyes finally crack open to admire your morning beauty, kissing your soft lips and leaning back on his white cushion. large, brute arm hung loosely around your waist, pulling you against him and covering his eyes with his other forearm. “so tired,” he mutters , you giggle. trailing your fingertips over his covered chest, a loose and breathable jumper on, the sleeves rolled up to his forearm.

he sits up, removing his jumper before leaning back down. a groan leaves him as you run your fingers to his abdomen, chuckling and holding your wrist before interlocking his large, calloused hand with yours. the sounds of birds chirping can be heard from outside, trees a bright green as spring approaches summer. the flowers are painted beautiful pastel colours, such as; purple, yellow and white.

chickens making the cluck-cluck sound and the sun a golden colour. the strawberries look ready for picking, perhaps you'll make a strawberry cheesecake or a pie of some sort whilst he works on the farm. his hands finding their way into your hair, noticing you zoning out. “what are you thinking about?” he smiles, seeing you flutter your eyes closed, a small smile curling the corners of your mouth. “nothing, baby.”

it's early, 05:21 to be exact. just twenty-one minutes past five o'clock, you had some time to spare. a knitted blanket at the end of the bed, and a yawn coming from your mouth as you finally wake up. sitting up, you pull your housecoat on, a white wooly robe around yourself, your bra peaking from the top. “coffee or tea?” your voice laced with honey, picking up his glass of water on the bedside table. “coffee, please, schatzi.”

the kettle boils and you do some dishes laying around in the sink, putting them away and adding the some milk before heading back upstairs with the mug in hand. he grabs the handle, smiling at you before you make your way to the bathroom to get ready for the early start of your day. cold water on your face and your breath fresh, a short, lace sundress on your form and some boots to go pick the growing, fresh fruit; the perfect season for them.

he's ready once your basket is full of red and blue berries, placing it on the counter before he heads off and onto the farm to feed the cows and chickens and sheep, calling you out to milk them. you giggle softly at his clinginess in the mornings; embracing warmth and comfort, holding you and snoring quietly behind you.

you did end up making that strawberry cheesecake, his favourite.

[kira--romanova]

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐬 // @hearthofvesta

↳ verse : the last of us

Kira came to realize there are only two kinds of tragedies: preventable and inevitable. Preventable tragedies are the kind where everything could have maybe worked out if only. If only romeo had gotten the second letter. If only juliet had woken up earlier. If only Creon had changed his mind about antigone sooner. If only Orpheus hadn't turned around.

Inevitable tragedies are the kind where everything was always going to end terribly. Of course macbeth gets deposed, he murdered his way to the throne. Of course Ledipus goes mad, he married his own mother. Of course Achilles dies in the war, he had to fulfill the prophecy in order to avenge his lover.

Both kinds have their merits. The first is more emotionally impactful, letting the audience cling to hope until the very end, when it's snatched away all at once leaving nothing but a void. The second is more thematically resonant, tracking an inherent fatal flaw in its hero to a natural and understandable conclusion, making it abundantly clear why everything has to happen the way it does. Kira considered everything that happened since the epidemic started an inevitable tragedy. She had sworn she had been content with her loneliness. Until she met Eris, their fates crossed in a cruel string of events. Kira , a smuggler. Eris , brokering information, selling everything for the right price.

"You got anything new for me?" Kira questioned, letting her rifle rest on the table. "Fuck..." she mumbled, stretching her arms above her head. The redhead felt her body burning from the close, sudden encounter with a FEDRA officer. Sickly blows in sickly dare came the fists that made fissures in skull beneath bruised skin. For this was combat, bloody and primitive all the worst ways a human can endure and inflict.

[mayonnaise-sock]

A few nights ago i had a dream with these two things in it. The goat was like some kind of guardian of the land the house i was in was built on, and the goat whispered bAd things in the dog’s ear until it got angry and started attacking any person it saw.

Fun dream

[kaylawritesfics]

heyy i was wondering if you could ship me with a stranger things character :)

im 5’4 and have brown wavy hair. im a cancer + enfp. i am pretty extroverted and love talking. im kind of the “weird girl” (like phoebe buffay type) my irl calls me the “sunshine” character. i can never sit still and have an awful attention span lmao.

i like surfing, hiking, camping, and roadtrips. i absolutely love the beach. im basically always listening to music and i like cartoons + sitcoms. i also love animals :D (sorry if this is a lot i got a little carried away)

hii i ship you with billy hargrove !!

i am very passionate about this one !! you guys complete opposites !! sunshine girl and mean boy !! i love this trope. from the moment he met you, billy had this innate need to protect you from literally everything. while he’s mean and a major asshole, you balance him out by being a total ray of sunshine. “he’s only nice to her” trope !! he wants to take you back to california so bad. he definitely has this dream of doing a total cross country road trip and ending it in california. he wants to go to the beach and surf with you so bad !! he also really loves listening to music with you !!

[squippy360]

Sub!Bucky Barnes x Dom!Male Reader

Cw:(sub!Bucky Barnes,gentle Dom!Male reader smut,praise,strong loving male reader,stressed Bucky,you are a strong manly man)

Your p.o.v

I was laying on the couch after working a long day shift reading a fantasy book that caught my attention.

I let out a sigh and checked the clock for the 100th time since I came home, waiting for bucky walk through the front door. As I waited, I pondered what we could eat for tonight's dinner. I perked up when I could hear a car pull up from the driveway. I listened closely and cringed a bit when I heard a harsh car slam. 'Looks like I'm going to order bucky's favorite.' I thought.

Bucky opened the door and threw his stuff on the ground, taking his jacket off and kicking off his shoes. I put my book down and stood up cautiously.

"Bucky." I said in a calming voice. He turned to me, looking at me through his long strands of hair. He looked like he was on the verge of a meltdown. I gave him a look of understanding and calmly walked over to him.

"It's ok buck, your safe here." I said and wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on top of his and swaying gently. He let out all of his emotions and sobbed into my chest. I soothed him gently.

"It's going to be okay, Buck. I love you so much and I appreciate you letting me be the thing that's makes you happy. I won't let anyone hurt you while your with me." I said gently as I lead him to the couch and sat him on my lap. I kept rubbing his back gently and slowly. After about 30 minutes, I could only hear small hiccups and breathing. I tilted his head up so he's looking at me. He looked at me with a slight blush while I wiped his tears.

"Your so pretty when you look at me like that." I said and pulled him him in gor a kiss. He was caught off guard and moaned a bit. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist. It got deeper with me pushing him on the couch and touching him in all his weak spots.

When we pulled away, he was a panting mess. "I-...need you to take care of me...please." He begged quietly. I smiled and held him in my arms, carrying him to the bedroom.

As soon as I closed that door, I was all over him. I got him onto the bed and began to throw our clothes off.

"I can't wait to taste you again. Fuuuck Bucky~ your going to make me explode with just that look." I purred in his ear. He was looking at me with such trust and vulnerability that I just had to give my little boy what he wants. I reached for a bottle in the draw and a condom.

I stuck the condom on and rolled it down my length. I bit my lip as I spread lube on my fingers and rubbed his pretty pink hole. He turned his head to the side in embarrassment and gripped the pillows under him. I stuck my index finger into his hole, feeling him clench around my fingers.

"Such a cute boy, Bucky. My only Bucky." I said as I watched him let out a gasp as I put the 2nd one in. I pushed them in and out, curling the upwards to find that one spot that will make him scream my name.

He whimpered out a whine as I touched a bundle of nerves. I smirked and stuck all 3 in, repeatedly touching his good spot. "Such a good boy for me." I praised and that make a shiver pf pleasure go up his spine.

I pulled my fingers out and spread lube against my cock, getting closer to him and putting his legs on my shoulders. I bit my lip as I tapped my tip against his hole.

He let out a whine in impatience. "Please~ Let me feel you inside me~" He begged. I smiled and gave him what he has been wanting. I held his hips with one of my hands and moved my cock inside.

His body was shaking with pleasure already. He let out whimpers as I lead my cock inside of him. "Ah~ M/n please! Oh~ So good~" He moaned as I bottomed out inside of him.

"Shit Bucky~ Your so warm and soft~" I moaned and began to move. He gasped and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer to him. I began to suck on his neck, leaving marks on his neck.

"How cute~ Being all marked up for your Dom." I growled and nibbled on his most sensitive marks. "Ah~ M/n please touch me more! I need all of you~" His desperate voice came out all whiny.

"Of course my little boy~" I said in his ear and my hand went straight to his cock, pumping it up and down.

He began to shake. "Ah~ Ah~ YesyesyesyesyesYESYES! M/N! I'M GOING TO CUM ON YOUR BIG COCK!" He screamed out and arched his back, cumming in my hand and on his tummy.

"OH FUCK! BUCKY!" I groaned out and gripped him hips, cumming inside the condom. I stilled and panted, leaning down and pulled him into a gentle and caring kiss.

He had pleasure tears streaming down his face. I gently pulled out and tied the condom together, tossing it in the trash.

I left for a moment to get a warm towel. I wiped him down and tossed it in with the dirty clothes. I coddled him close, praising his body. "I love you so much. You mean the world to me. I don't know where I would be without you." I said and kissed the nape of his neck, running my hands through his long hair.

He mumbled a small "I love you too" and promptly fell fast asleep. "My little boy." I said and fell asleep with him.

[lordliing]

⋆ NAME?: ULTRA/Ren

⋆ PRONOUNS?: any work!

⋆ MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Gor-trash (Nihil is coming up on his tail tho)

⋆ RP PET PEEVES?: I got a lot but I'll give the most petty one-- when I say something ooc in the tags to the other writer and it gets ignored lmfao I feel awkward and like I just yelled at a brick wall ; ;

⋆ EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I'm elderly and my brain is going, how dare you make me think! 14-ish years?

⋆ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I have fun writing all but due to some anxiety specially bestowed upon me by a previous rp partner, actual smut writing is for friends of at least two years.

⋆ PLOTS OR MEMES?: Both honestly. I will always go meme over plot with newer partners, so if we have not really spoken and you wanna interact, memes are the best option! It helps with my anxiety talking plot out with people too lol

⋆ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: Both. It depends on the thread. Sometimes I can wrap things up in 2 paragraphs, but if I'm really inspired and need to pour out SO MANY FEELS, I tend to get carried away. Oops. That said, I don't prioritize mirroring replies. Quality over quantity.

⋆ TIME TO WRITE?: once in a blue moon, at this rate. I'm so slow and I am embarrassed about it, but usually I wanna write in the afternoon (1pm-3pm)

⋆ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: oh fucking christ, I hope not-- well, maybe Gortash and I share some undiagnosed autism, but THAT'S IT I PROMISE. Nihil and I got the same edgelord complex and fear of religion tho--

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[chanderlona]

school has started but that also means guaranteed wifi in the weekdays ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

though i'll still be most online on instagram since its my comfort app 😭😭 most of my moots are there too– ANYWAYSSSS

y'all know the drill— Lona's OCs showcase moment ‼️‼️💞💞💞💥💥💥

technically these are my TBD OCs!! (i made them like around last year i think, obviously during my first TBD phase after Operation Timefixers :33 )

this first one is Coffee Smoothie Cookie, a talented one in kitchenware–maybe even the best in every timeline! he was brought into the Department by Timekeeper herself when she establishes a Cafeteria for the employees to rest during lunch time (she went too silly so they didnt thought about it earlier 🤭)

alsooo Marble Bread is his boyfriend 👉🏻👈🏻💞💞💞💞💞 honestly i didn't created Smoothie to be another oc x canon but since I created him and Prune Yogurt (see the next oc sheet) during my Marble Bread phase too.... woala, the tables turned!!! (i believe they're my 2nd oc x canon after StainedIce (Stained Komodo x Captain Ice— i'll talk abt them when i make Modo's sprite))

i'm crying... their colors.... GHAHAAHHHH I LOVE MARBLESMOOTHIE 😭😭😭😭💞💞💞💞💞

silly mentioning but i have a headcanon that Marble Bread loves drawing... he would usually let out hus sketchbook if he isn't that sleepy after cleaning up /vvvvvvpos

ALSO ALSOO Smoothie is an old best friend of Maple Taffy!!!!! they met since kindergarten but sadly Maple moved out from Smoothie's city during 5th elementary or something.

literally, Timekeeper knows what they're doing ;D

next one is the head of the TBD Clinic (i made that up), Prune Yogurt Cookie!!!! believe it or not, i created her before Prune Juice was even teased– like god her name was ALMOST stolen by a canon character 😭😭😭😭

but yeah i eventually made the two prunes siblings to push the negative thought away /vvvpos

tbh i cant showcase much of Pruyo due to her existence in the TBD is heavily influenced by Energy Drink's story (who i sadly havent made a sprite of their TBD uniform to match my headcanon).

tldr, the timeline En was in gor corrupted and they fell into a time pocket, they got saved by the TBD and even cured their carrying virus of the Jellywalkers thanks to the time manipulator. (yes, Pruyo was the one who did it with a couple of trusted supervisors)

JJWJHXJWJCJJWHX okay i think thats all for today ‼️‼️ cya later in my next ramble :]]

/VVVVVVPOS

[lexa-griffins]

I know amnesia au is going to be painful 😥 Why do you enjoy hurting yourself and us?

I sure wish i knew 🥲 snsjznd

There is something so... tragic about how Lexa really did fight hard for this life with Clarke. She was so close to quitting therapy even if she just started but when she met Clarke she realized she wanted a life with her and for that she needed to work on herself.

And that is now gone, deleted from her memory.

But as Lexa walks around the house and sees the pictures and all the signs of a shared life, she gets even angrier at everything. Because if she managed to be happy why did the universe took all of those memories from her and brought her back to a time in her life where all she wanted was to die? And now she's carrying a child who is going to have a mother who doesn't even remember wanting it. And she is starting to care for Clarke - who is herr wife!! Her damn wife - and yet in her mind all she is doing is betraying Costia, who has been dead for 7 years but to Lexa has only been a few months.

Lexa is mourning a woman long gone, mourning a life she had and doesn't remember, mourning the life she should be having right now and she can't mentally present for all because some stupid ass drank too much in the middle of the afternoon and managed to get away.

Is she better off staying here and be the ghost of the wife Clarke had and pretend gor the baby's sake? Should she leave and start a new life with 7 years missing and an ex wife she cant remember fully?

[limerental]

ficletober 2022 day twenty-one - ciri & aplegatt time loop

The girl stops the messenger at the gates of Tretogor, hoping to spare at least one, small life. And again and again and again.

Aka a death loop of my fave really minor book character so content warning for a lot of deaths and also gratuitous horse details

A girl stops the messenger as he leaves the gates of Tretogor. His swift but skittish mount prances at the sight of her black mare, and Aplegatt is forced to circle him twice to get his feet moving straight ahead again. He curses and hops with his foot in the stirrup as the stallion balks and manages to swiftly mount, wishing he'd been given a horse like the black mare, who looks to be a racing type from the south, athletic and sleek, but stands without a fuss beside her rider.

Aplegatt recognizes her rider.

Beneath her hood, the girl is very pale, and her eyes are wide and green. He remembers…

"It's you," he says and shivers, though the morning is balmy and comfortable. "I know you."

But no, that inn at the crossroads outside Ellander, where he had spotted a similar girl and an older, dark-haired woman, is miles away, days away, and those strangers rode off toward Gors Velen, not Tretogor.

 This girl is far older than the child he had met in the courtyard several mornings ago. She wears well-worn travel clothes in strange colors. As she steps closer, he knows for certain that his initial impression was a mistake. 

A cruel and ugly scar, wide and ridged, curves below her eye and across her cheek.

"Apologies," he says, turning his horse's nose toward the road southeast. The stallion resists, snorting. "I mistook you for someone else."

"Yes," says the girl. "You must have."

Aplegatt shakes his head. He should not waste more time. The message he carries for King Foltest is urgent. But then, every royal message he receives is claimed to be the most urgent of all messages as it's passed to him. Who can say.

"Safe travels," he says to the girl. "I must be off."

"I'm riding the same way," she says. "I'll ride with you."

Aplegatt can't find a reason to protest, and off they go. His stallion is pleased by this, snorting more and more as the mare canters beside him. Just as swift and steady as expected, he thinks enviously. The mare's rider tucks over her neck and urges her on.

By afternoon, they leave behind the main thoroughfare along the Pontar for an eastern forest track. The girl reins her mare back from a full gallop, looking apprehensively into the forest. It's only then that Aplegatt thinks that he never said or gave any sign to the girl which way he was going.

But that thought comes too late and is his last.

He does not hear the arrow that flies from the trees and does not feel its impact or the hot sand of the track that rises up to meet him. He does not see his stallion gallop on riderless alongside the black mare and then suddenly alongside nothing, the strange rider vanishing into smoke.

*

The girl stops the messenger as he leaves the gates of Tretogor.

He thinks for a moment he recognizes her but sees the hideous curve of the scar across her cheek and knows he would remember something like that.

He wishes he'd been given a horse like her black mare. His stallion snorts and prances.

"There are no accounts with any detail," says the girl strangely. "Just your name in the records. Foltest's memoirs… Dijkstra... I didn't know for certain… I had to see it for myself."

"Sorry?" asks Aplegatt.

"Nothing," says the girl. "I'm riding the same direction. I'll ride with you."

He can't find a reason to protest. 

The mare is as swift and steady as expected, and his stallion is pleased to run beside her. By afternoon, they leave the main thoroughfare for a forest track. The girl urges her mount faster across a flat stretch of sand and his stallion plunges after her, neck straining, nostrils flared, long legs reaching for more speed.

If not for the reckless speed, the stallion may not have stumbled. Aplegatt is unsettled a moment in the saddle and reins the horse in, slowing. The black mare lurches ahead by several paces before her rider notices. The girl curses aloud in an unfamiliar tongue.

It's lucky that the horse didn't go down, he thinks. Better to keep to less reckless speed on footing like this.

That thought is his last.

He does not hear the arrow fly from the trees or feel the heat of the sand.

*

The messenger recognizes the girl who stops him as he is leaving the gates of Tretogor.

No, Aplegatt thinks, he has never seen her before. Her beautiful black mare stands quietly while his stallion tosses its head.

"I should know better by now," says the girl. "You can't outrun something bound to happen. You have to outsmart it."

Aplegatt shivers.

"Are you speaking to me?" he asks. 

 "No," says the girl. She invites herself to ride with him, and on they go, his stallion racing the black mare.

Around noon, she says, "The road is guarded this way. Follow me."

He is no fool.

"I'll give you what coin I have," he says, reining in his stallion so abruptly hooves scuff a cloud of sand. "There is no need to–"

"Nevermind," says the girl. "Nevermind, I did that wrong."

The black mare spins on her haunches, and the horse and rider disappear so quickly into the forest, they may as well have vanished.

Unnerved, Aplegatt continues on at a swifter pace. 

He does not hear the arrow fly.

*

"Elves! There!" cries the girl suddenly as they ride along the forest track. It is around noon. Aplegatt looks but doesn't see anything through the dense trees. He shivers, imagining the whistle of arrows through the air. "This way! Ride!"

His stallion lurches to follow the girl's mare off of the road into the forest.

What happens is no fault of the horse. It is swift on the flat but not well-used to keeping its footing in rough terrain. The black mare nimbly leaps a downed log, and the stallion lifts his forelimbs a stride too late behind her, catching the obstacle across his sweat-drenched chest. The momentum pivots the horse's body into a tumble of flailing limbs, horse and rider both spilling through the undergrowth.

The impact his body makes with the earth means that Aplegatt does not feel the crush of his mount rolling atop him.

The stallion leaps up and flees, unharmed, so spooked that it forgets the black mare altogether as it races far away.

*

The girl stops the messenger at the gates of Tretogor.

"Your horse can't jump fuck all," she says. "They could have at least given you a decent horse."

"Do I know you?" he asks. 

They ride down the road together.

*

"I can't stop the one who shoots the arrow. I can't find my way there, only here," mumbles the girl who stops him at the gates of Tretogor. "If it were only more predictable, if I did not think the whole of history would change, I could take the message myself. I could drag you through a portal. I could–"

"Are you speaking to me, girl?" asks Aplegatt. "Are you ill?" He considers calling to a guard along the gate to find her a healer from the city. She reminds him of his eldest daughter. It is a dangerous road, he thinks, for a girl to ride alone.

Before he can say more, the girl and the black mare disappear into the crowd.

*

"I've come to warn you," says the girl who meets him at the gates of Tretogor. "You will die if you ride that way. You will die this very afternoon. Take heed! Be warned!"

"Go make your coin elsewhere, girl," says the messenger. "I've heard it all before."

"I always did hate fortune tellers," says the girl, cursing, as she watches Aplegatt ride away at speed.

*

"I thought this would be easy," says the girl who meets him at the gates of Tretogor. "I don't want to stop the war itself. Just one life. I needed to see if it was possible. A small, single life."

"What are you own about?" asks the messenger, who dismisses the thought that he recognizes her. "Sorry, I have to be off. Urgent business."

Every royal messages is as urgent as the last.

"I thought if I stopped this small death that I could– just one death. One death out of thousands. All lost in my name."

"Are you well, girl?"

Aplegatt shivers in the balmy morning air.

"I thought if I spared this one life. If I could do it, then maybe… I could ride into Jealousy a day early. I could wait there and– or I could ride into Rivia. I could fight beside him. So I thought, I will stop this small death first. To know if it's possible. And then… It isn't. Oh, it isn't."

Her voice is so mournful that he considers placing a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. She reminds him of someone he once knew, perhaps in a dream or a story. She steps back before he can touch her.

"Farewell, Aplegatt," says the girl. "I won't see you again."

Unnerved, he spurs his stallion on and soon puts the strange affair behind him. He makes good time along the main thoroughfare, crossing onto the eastern forest track by the afternoon.

It is only then that he recalls, though she had said it clearly in farewell, that he had not given the girl his name.

It is his last thought.

He does not feel another thing.

[detective-prince-pkmn]

STAY AWAY FROM THE ELEVATOR.

altesdy gor stoppws- soneobw xsufht me hrsdibf up rhere abd skwd whst i wad doung- itd rhis laye snd i wad goung ro thw roog lije rhar and i was csrrying the fuxkihf knifw-

(already got stopped- Someone caught me heading up there and asked what I was doing- It's this late and I was going to the roof like that and I was carrying the fucking knife-)

[sterekmpreg]

I whole heartedly believe that Dutch got jealous of Arthur’s dog, Copper, whenever Arthur would pay more attention to his dog than his boyfriend. I also full heartedly believe Copper and Dutch were best friends and would judge everyone around camp together under a shady tree while Arthur did his chores. Or just happily being judgmental besties when together.

Okay, but like; hear me out:

Dutch trying to read his current book under a shady spot with the dog sat happily next to him.

Copper barks at Hosea whose mixing herbs and Dutch glances up at his older friend before shaking his head and turning to look at copper whose looking at him for approval.

“He’s barley putting his elbows into it. He gonna be doing that all day,” Dutch would say before getting a lick from Copper and going back to his book. A minute would pass and Susan would pass by to go string up the laundry and Copper would once again bark.

Dutch looks up again but this time in the direction of the clothes line, where Grimshaw is picking up a shirt she dropped on the ground before tossing it out on the line and straightening it. “She’s just washed it and gone and soiled it already... and she has the audacity to wonder why our clothes are always filthy!” Dutch huffs before scratching Copper behind the ears.

Or Copper harassing Pearson for treats and Dutch calling over to give the dog a treat because he’s earned it gor, “scaring the Pinkertons away”.

Now it’s Arthur, struggling to carrying the hay bail across the camp to their horses. He stops just a little ways from where Dutch is sat reading with Copper and smiles at them. Copper takes off and grabs one of the ropes banding the hay together and begins dragging it towards the horses. “Lift with yours legs, Copper! Your teeth can only do so much, you good boy!” Dutch calls out happily to the dog as he wags his tail.

Or just Dutch gossiping about camp life to Copper, whose sat on his cot, and Copper just happily smiling and wagging his tail at Dutches words. Whenever Arthur enters the tent and catches this exchange Dutch would stand quickly, Copper following him and jumping down from the cot. “We’ve been made, boy! You go! I’ll hold him off!” Dutch would tell him while Copper fled the tent to go find Pearson’s wagon and run away to sit next to Hosea (bc Hosea wouldn’t let Pearson take his treats away) with some stole meat. Dutch would wrap his arms around Arthur and squeeze him, “Copper says you’re wrong, by the way,” Dutch says about their most recent argument. Arthur rolls his eyes and fakes a laugh.

“Yeah, we’ll Copper told me you’re a drama king!” Arthur retorts and Dutch makes a small gasp. “He would never! How dare you! I’m gonna tell him what you said!” Dutch mocks before kissing Arthur’s forehead and wrapping his arm back around Arthur’s shoulder before the two went to join the rest of the gang by the fire.

[autisticwitcher]

I'll try not to make a too long post about this because like, whatever, but the thing that has me the most upset about the Witcher s3 is actually the way the writing treats the physical space these characters inhabit because this is supposed to be a big fantasy story! This is a big continent in which different countries are at war with each other! Nilfgaard trying to take over the rest of the contintent is a big deal because it would make the empire MASSIVE. But you don't get that feeling from the show because because their writing just chaotically flip flops between character constellations and places to hit as many plot beats from the books as it can until the world has collapsed so that everyone somehow lives in an area that doesn't feel bigger than a large metropolitan area.

Take the sene where Ciri is chased by the Wild Hunt for example. That scene is lifted fromt he books, but it doesn't have the same context as the book and so it's free of any internal logic. In the books Ciri and Yen are in Gors Velen, Ciri and Yen fight, the whole bath scene yada yada but Ciri learns that Geralt is nearby on a farm so she runs away to Geralt, gets overtaken by the hunt and Geralt sensing with his Witcher sense that something is wrong in the area goes to check it out and finds (and rescues) Ciri. In the show we don't actually know where exactly Geralt is. Is he close? Is he far away? Where even is that castle, how long was he traveling with Teryn, where do Anika and Otto live? Doesn't matter. Geralt is going to Ciri and Ciri ran away vaguely towards Geralt so somehow they run into each other in the middle of nowhere in the woods right when the Hunt dramatically reaches her. Yay father daughter reunion, we can now move onto our next plot point. (And yes I get that this was also supposed to resemble their meeting in S1 but like, that at least made sense because we are told they are in the same area and also looking for each other and also fate intervened a little bit...but you're telling me destiny somehow gave them a magic father daughter radar?)

Or take the Radskier meeting in Loxia: How tf did Radovid know where Jaskier was? I get that Loxia is a settlement by Thanedd, the students are also lodging there while the guests occupy their rooms, but like, when they show the house it looks like it's in the middle of the woods. If it had been a townhouse, then yeah sure this makes perfect sense. Radovid learns Jaskier's in town, decides to stop by. But no he goes out the middle of nowhere where this house seems to stand, then sneaks about when he runs into the forcefield, not even waiting for the door to open, to get a fun "Jaskier thinks there's an intruder but actually it's his boy Radovid" sequence which...aesthetically fun but WHERE is the narrative logic to any of that?

Cahir is shown in some fancy castle in Nilfgaard in one scene, then the next have him and several other riders carrying a lot of goods to the elves who are somewhere in the North, potentially up in Kaedwin where their last marked location was, maybe closer to the border in Lyria or Temeria or somewhere. How did he get there? Did the whole convoy step through a portal? Did he portal to the nearest post and form the convoy there? We can imagine the possibilities but it would have been so much better to show it just to give the distances weight and meaning.

And don't even get me started on Mistle in Gors Velen...like great that she and Ciri had that interaction, the moment itself was fun, but like...do you know how far Gors Velen is from Gheso? How little sense it makes for her to be there and then later be elsewhere? That there are several books worth of plot because Ciri stepped through a portal that lands her in the middle of the Nilfgaardian Empire where she is alone and has to somehow survive while her parents travel leagues to find and save her?? And so having Mistle meet her in Gors Velen only to later hang out with the Rats in Gheso two weeks later makes it feel like Ciri stepped through a portal in New York to land in New Jersey? When it should be more like stepping into a portal in New York and ending up in Texas?

Thanedd and the political plot are sooo central this season but because everyone immediately reaches everyone else and characters even on horseback travel long distances so fast it feel like they're squabbling about who gets to rule which burrough of New York or something, not countries on a continent. Like look at the map:

It doesn't feel like these characters exist on this map, and that just throws off the whole vibe. Like yeah some of the writing decisions are stupid, some of the decisions characters make have no internal logic, and the costuming is mostly bad. But I feel like all that would be much better if it all felt more consequential because there was something behind it all. But instead only the places the characters are in right now matter and they get there because they have to for plot and they keep going back and forth because it's more fun if they split up but also they need to reunite but also they need to split up again and so we keep riding around in the same part of the woods.

Idk where I wanted to go with this, maybe I'm just nitpicky. Maybe I'm too autistic and got worked up about the wrong thing, but it's just so frustrating that it feels like they did not consider why plot point A leads to point B in the books and so just haphazardly throw shit together because they think it looks fun in the show. And the problems with the physical space just exemplify that.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

This was it.

After weeks of endless practicing, Hiroki was finally being put to the test by his mother. All he had to do was bring a fish back to life and then they would move onto the next stage.

It wasn’t that hard.

It couldn’t be that hard.

“Come on,” he grumbled through gritted teeth, glaring down at the fish that lay motionless under his hands. “Move.”

A hand came down on his shoulder, pulling his attention away from his goal and up to his mother where he was greeted with a kind, supportive smile.

“Just relax,” she reminded him. “Stressing and pushing too hard won’t get you what you want this time. It’s bot Taijutsu.”

Not taijutsu.

It was a hard concept to remember , but his mother was right as always. Taijutsu required determination and unwavering will. Medical Ninjutsu was different.

Here he needed to keep his mind clear and focus.

“You can do it, Hikroi,” his papa cheered from the sideline, cringing when both Hiroki and his mother glared his way. “Right, sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

“No, you won’t,” his mother smiled fondly and rolled her eyes a little. “But I appreciate the offer. Now, give it another go, Hiroki.”

She squeezed his shoulder. A silent off of support.

A reminder that he wasn’t alone and there was no rush.

Taking a calming breath, he focused on his task once more. Bring the fish back to life.

Rescue it from the brink of death.

‘You’ll be able to do it no problem.’ His uncle Kakashi’s voice rang in his mind. ´You’re the son of Maito Gai and Nohara Rin. You can do anything’

“I can do it,” he whispered to himself. “I can do it.”

Focusing his chakra into the palm of his hands he sighed when he felt that familiar glow of green medical chakra radiating from his body.

A soothing chakra made to ease pain and mend wounds.

“Oh!” His mother gasped, squeezing his shoulder a little tighter. “Hiroki!”

His brain screamed at him to look back at her. To confirm whether he had done something wrong, or if her gasp was one of surprise and perhaps even joy.

He didn’t do that, though.

Instead, he forced himself to focus on the fish.

A fish that, as soon as he looked at it, started wriggling.

Flopping against the table desperate , seeking out the water it so desperatly needed to live.

“I-I did it,” a smile stretched across his face slowly, pride swelling in his heart as his papa swooped forward and snatched the fish off of the table, dumping it into the small box full of water that they had brought just for this moment. “Mom! Papa! Did you see that?“

He looked between the two of them, seeking their confirmation.

“We did,” his mother chuckled. “You did really well, Hiroki.”

“Well enough to learn something new, i think,” his father pushed, grinning when his mother looked his way. “You made a promise.”

“I did.”

He’d done it. The feeling of accomplishment lingered in his soul as he looked down into the box just in time to see the fish poke its head out at him gor just a second before sinking back down and swimming around in its little temporary home.

“But first,” his mother continued. “How about a little treat? Some dango to celebrate?”

“Dango?” Glancing back at his papa, he snickered when he saw him staring at his mother with bright, excited eyes. “Are you sure that's a treat for me?”

“It’s for both of you,” she waved away his comment. “We both know he’s just as excited about your accomplishment as you are.”

That was a fact.

No matter how small his accomplishment, his papa always celebrated it as if he had saved a life or beaton a record.

Nothing was too small to celebrate in his papa’s eyes, and Hiroki enjoyed that.

Even if his papa could get a little over the top in his celebrations at times.

“I’ll carry you to the dango shop!” He announced suddenly. “You can sit atop my good foot and i will walk on my hands for all of Konoha to see my brilliant son on his day of success!”

Like right now.

“I think i’d rather walk, thank you.” he chuckled awkwardly.

[brendons-sugar-soaker]

Day 4: Outdoors

It was a very cool autumn night so Brendon and I decided to go lay in the backyard by a fire and have a couple of drinks. While I watch Brendon press his lips against his glass, I smiled for I knew what would come next. After a few drinks, Brendon and I are now a little tipsy. Brendon goes to lay down on the blanket in the grass and I came up next to him to be with him. I lied down next to him and he held me close. After a while he turned over to face me and kisses my lips. I kissed back but got more serious and he pulled away to start kissing my neck. I started to moan in pleasure but tried to keep it quiet since we were in the backyard. Brendon started to rub his hand around the waist band of my jeans and I helped him undo them. He sat up, removed my jeans, and underwear and started working out his magic with his mouth around my erection. It felt so amazing I grabbed on to the blanket with one hand and Brendon’s hair with the other. Brendon is so good with his mouth that I started moaning a lot louder and gor nervous that the neighbors could hear us but I didn’t care. He started to speed up a bit and I could feel my climax about to hit. When it did it was the greatest sensation ever and Brendon swallowed it all up. I was breathing heavy from pleasure and adrenaline so Brendon gave me a minute before crawling on top of me and kissing my lips. I moved my head away for a second and told him that it was his turn so I pushed him off me and got on top of him. I kissed his pretty face even more and teased at the waist band of his sweat pants. I eventually pulled away and stuck my hand down into his underwear and started to jerk him off. You can tell he has been waiting for this moment all night because of how much he was moaning and squirming. He was very very needy tonight and started to beg for more. He knows what his begging does to me so I pulled down his pants and underwear a bit and began to slowly lick his tip. I wanted to tease him a bit just to hear a little more of his begging and he started to catch on to what I was doing. I could start to feel the taste of his pre cum so I decided to take him all in quickly which resulted in really loud moans from him. We both realized how loud that was and are hoping the neighbors didn’t hear it and don’t try to check on us. I continued to suck on him quickly until his climax and I cleaned him all up. We put our clothes back on and we were so exhausted we just laid there underneath the night sky. Brendon had fallen asleep so I put out the fire and carried him back inside.

[tsimvkas]

OK

Now you’re my medicine turn

I have a little cold so that's the perfect fix in the perfect moment

You knew something was wrong when you came home from work Friday night. You had a long day, and your legs were starting to feel like jelly. OH OH OH, POOR GIRL🥺

So you curled on your sofa instead, feeling drained and emotional. You wanted to scream and cry, and sleep, and take a hot shower, and you wanted the pain to go away but it didn’t happen. OH BABY GIRL🫂

He admired you for a minute, but then realised your face wasn’t relaxed as it should be. Wondering why you were sleeping in the living room instead of going upstairs, he knelt down beside you and brushed your hair out of your face. HI LOVE😌

His thumb stroking your jaw distracted you from it for a few seconds, and you let out a heavy sigh. “My legs hurt. I don’t know why, but my thighs burn and is the worst pain I’ve ever felt” THAT SOUNDS SOOO BAD

“It’s okay” he kissed your forehead again, passing an arm behind your knees and the other grabbed your back. You groaned when he lifted you, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and spilling hot tears. “Sorry” he whispered with guilt, and even in so much pain you could feel your heart ache with love. THE CARE HE HAS

“We had this discussion already last time. You always come first” he kissed the tip of your nose, carrying you to the bath. “The hot water will relax your muscles. Enjoy it a bit, uh? I’ll be right back” BYEEEE, CAN I ORDER HIM?

He took you in his arms without worrying about getting wet, and helped you dry off, dressing you in his shirt before tucking you in bed. You groaned and whined during the whole process, and Mason’s heart pounded every time, wanting nothing more than to take your pain away. I NEED THAT MAN

You nodded, wanting him to relax a bit in his shower instead of worrying about you. “Don’t rush your shower babe. I need you to smell nice for me” you winked, making him giggle. SILLY

The only thing distracting you from the excruciating pain was your boyfriend hummering Justin Bieber’s songs in his shower. He was so unbelievably cute. HAAHHAHA, U CAN IMAGINE THAT AND HEAR HIS VOICE

“Half?” he smirked, letting the towel fall and giving you a vision of his naked body before wearing his shorts. HE IS A TEASE

“None of it would be possible without you, since I couldn’t even get upstairs, so I got better when you showed up. Coincidence? I don’t think so” you tickled his waist. “You are my medicine, Mason Mount” DHE IS RIGHT 😌😌

THAT WAS SOOO CUTE AND HEALING

THE WAY HE TOOK CARE OF HER, EVEN IF HE JUST GOR BACK FROM TRAINING 😭😭

THANK YOU FOR SHARING AND WRITING THAT🩷🩷

im happy you liked it 🥺 and ohh colds are the worst, i had one last month, hope you get better soon 🫶🏻🫶🏻

i think i saw on sid’s blog that you’re Italian? that’s correct?

[wayward40k]

@starbound-prince​, from [ here ]

A shame her visit hadn’t been under better circumstances. The Craftworld was breathtaking, elegant in a way Imperial structures simply weren’t. Normally, such an opportunity would make Alethea want to explore and learn.

But now wasn’t the time. No, she’d been gone for too long, and Gors’ disappearance would have likely been noticed by now. There was work to do, even if she felt like a broken glass someone had tried to mend with paper tape.

Alethea couldn’t articulate the reason why, exactly, the desire to hug the Harlequin had overwhelmed her as they said their farewells. She wasn’t even certain she’d thought about it. But the very idea of leaving the safety the Limelight had offered to her to travel with strangers back to a fellow Inquisitor had her inexplicably - irrationally, even - terrified. 

And so she embraced him, feeling the burning pressure in her eyes that warned more tears were preparing to overflow. Acturiel’s words, however, did the trick, helping soothe the unfamiliar upset that lingered in the woman. There was an attempt at a smile from her, trying to find a positive thought after everything. And the Troupe Master had proven himself reliable thus far…

“You are. So… I will be waiting.” She murmured, before glancing to look in the direction of the Farseer. It was time to go, so the Inquisitor reluctantly shifted to move away from her friend.

One last pause. Perhaps Alethea had thought to give a quip, or share one last thought, but whatever it had been, there weren't the words available to her.

So she simply carried on in silence.