#only freinds the series

[hiskinndbodyguard]

“I’m willing to be the bad guy here… I want to know if I still have a chance” as if you haven’t been the bad guy since you arrived???

[myladysapphire]

My Lady Strong (V)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 2,323

CW: maniplation and bullying, toxic relationships, stalking, obssession

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen can be read as x reader)

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disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and  fire characters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all characters are his except for my OC

a/n we get to see some of aemonds perspective and lets jsut say hes a 'little' mad and obssessed with Aemma

“My Lady strong” Aemond mumbled, taking her hand in his arm as they walked into the great hall. It had been four years since the event of her ninth name day, and since then her and Aemonds relationship had become more and more turbulent. 

“Aemond!” she grumbled, walking forward, a smile plastered on her face as they entered the feast held to celebrate their bethrothal. 

She had officially become a woman in the eyes of the court and the gods. Her moons blood having arived four moons prior, allowing plenty of time for Alicent to prepare her for her wedding to Aemond, a duty her mother should have performed. But her mother scarcely came to red keep, her favorite child and only daughter had quickly become forgotten over the five years since driftmark. 

Though the past four years had been spent with sneers and loathing glares, atleast on Aemmas end, between her and Aemond. These past four years had been some of her favoruite. 

She had quickly become a favoruite at court, with lords and ladies throwing themselves (literally in some cases) at her, to get a glimmer of her attention. It seemed that the second her and Aemonds obsession with eachother ended (as far as Aemma was concerned, though Aemond still stalked her and obsessed over every detail of her, just now in secret). 

She had her beloved ladies. Girls from throughout westros, handpicked by Alicent and her mother (a very rare event and scary event, that she knew they both had loathed, and she loathed the thought of the two people that hate eachother to such a large event that the court had even taken sides, just to find her freinds) to be her closest friends and her confidant. 

There was five of them in total, Cassandra Baratheon, her dearest friend and fellow hater of Aemond, Rosia Tyrell, the youngest of them at ten and one namedays,  having replaced Yara Reed, after she was sent to bear island for her marriage to lord Rickon Mormont, then there was Cerelle Lannister, Jason lannister. Maergret Fossway, and Cersci Costayne. 

They had been her ladies for four years now, though she knew soon enough they would all have to leave, they would be married off and scattered throught westoros, and she would have new handpicked friends coming and going every few years. But she still adored them, though her and Cersci had a turbulent relationship, these girls were her sisters and she dreaded to think of life without them. Life without their daily tea and gossip, or their walks through the gardens, their days without tormenting Aemond with petty pranks. Yara had been older than them all, being seven and ten namedays already, and she being three and ten would be the youngest, and once wed would arrange all their marriages herself and be able to let them go when she felt they were ready, and not as soon as possible to help appease a waring family.

“Aemma!” Aemond sneered, they had reached the high table already, “stop daydreaming!” gods, he was annoying.

Patting down her dress and they moved to sit, she spoke “can you for once not be so cruel, we are too wed in seven days, lest us be civil” she spoke, her smile still pastered, a fasle calm to all onlookers.

But to Aemond he could tell she was worried, the pranks she would play on him had stopped, the teas and walks with her annoying ladies had halted, and she now spent most of her time in her room or the library.

Since her moon's blood, She was scared, and he had been making her scared, for years, and now they were actually getting married he could tell she was scared, of what, he wasnt sure.

He had been cruel and taken his pain out on her when she was innocent. A mistake he can never take back. And yet he had no remorse for it, as he would torment her, calling her lady strong, whispering bastard in her ear in the guise of sweet nothings. He would deliver dead pink Hydrid tea flowers (also known as Aemmas Rose), with their heads cut off in her room. Shredding what was once their favorite books, and leaving the remanst scattered in her spot in the library. He had taken over every corner she had once seen as hers.

“Hmm” he sighed “fine, prephas…on one condition” he spoke, seeing the fake loathing she loved to look at him with turn to…hope?

“What? You get to pluck out one of my eyes? Or no, I must pluck out my little brother's eye? Oh wait that is your right, an eye for an eye, something i agreed with in case you have forgotten, which if the last five years have been worth anything then you have-”

“Aemma” he shushed her, “gods, i do not want your eye, and yes i may have forgotten that you had taken my side once you found out what had happened, but that does not change that you” he whispered the next part, moving closer “are your whore of a mothers bastrad”

She flinched “that is not somehthing i can control, and you know that, so you can't fault me or hate me for it, espcially when in seven short days i will be your wife”

“Gods, I know that, I do, but everytime i look at you and i see your wretched brothers.”

“You think i dont know that, me and my brothers never gor along, do you not remember their ‘pranks’, such as the black cells? You remeber that don’t you? Rememebr how you wouldn’t rest until i was found, and when you did you were the only one who could sooth me, you were the only one who could get me to sleep. What happen to us Aemond, why did you turn to hate, when all i hver gave you was love. I understand we had somesort of obsession with one another but if it was really that bad then why did you not tell me, instead of hiding behind your pitiful excuses. We could have had a great love Aemond, and instead you made me hate you, so what what is this one conditon you desire, because i can assure you i'll do it, but it does not mean i will stop hating you, and i doubt it will stop you from hating me” she spoke these words, with a cold smile, looking out onto the feast, a fake look of happiness, as if they were the perfect couple, the couple she knew they could have been.

He remained silent, looking down at the table before standing and rezching his hand out “would you like to dance?”

She was shocked, not once in his life had Aemond asked her to dance, he despised it, would do everything to avoid the act, so the shock on her face wqas hard to disguise, as she nodded her head and accepted the outstretched hand. 

“You hate dancing” she mubled, as his hand descended to her waist, their hands outstretched.

“ i do” he nodded, before pulling her closes, and sniffing her hair. 

Gods if only she knew, knew that he only did those things so that he was always on her mind, as she was on his. “ and yet its the only way i can get this lcose to you before we are wed.”

She jolted back, not enough to worry onlookers, but enough to cause Aemond huff, and pull her even closer.

“What?!” she hissed “ you hate me?!”

“I never said that” he spoke truthfully.

She huffed “no, but it was heavily inplised” she sneered, “what were all of those-thoose…you were a bully for all thoose years, you ignroed, me berated me… called me” she looked around before whispering “my lady strong-”

“That's because you are, my..lady..strong, you are a strong and you are mine. Your mother made you a bastard but she also made you mine.” 

“YOU-” she said, a little too loudly, “you are mad”

“The best targeryens are” he replied, “i want you, i need you, i always have and always will. I just liked to play with you a little” he msiked, “ and in seven days i get to play with you even more” 

The song ended, and Aemond went to sit down. Leaving Aemma all the more confused. Just how he liked it.

Later that night Aemma sat alone in her chambers, her ladies having just left to retrie. Her conversatiuon with Aemond replaying over and over in her head.

She had always been a little slow, always compared to her great grandmother Daella. She was always called naive and had things dumbed down. And Aemond had always liked that she supposed. When they were younger he had always liked to dumb things down for her, even if she understood, making her reliant on him. She would stop thinking, stop wanting to understand things for herselves, because Aemond had made her believe he would do it for her. But she didn't know that, she overtime just started to think perhaps everyone was right, she was slow and needed the extra help. The help Aemond always amde surehe was giving her, even when she thought he hated her, he still did it. He had made her entirely reliant on him, and she would never know. 

“Aemma?” she heard someone whisper, unsure of where it was coming from.

“My lady strong?” the voice almost taunted.

“Hello?” she called out, standing up to look around “who's there?”. Aemond stepped out of the shadwos, causing her to jump “Aemond? What are you doing her” she asked, hand on her heart, and taking a deep breath.

“Too see you, my bethrothed.”

“We-we can..cannot be alone together until the wedding night..you should go” reaching for her seven pointed star pendant.

“I should, but we should also talk.” she sat down on her bed, reaching for her and pulling her down next to him.

“yes, yes i suppose so” she agreed, nodding her head, hand still wrapped around the pendant.

He smiled, not the cold one she was used to, but a warm one, one she had longed to see again (not that she would admit it) “good” he moved closer, his hand reaching to stroke her cheek.

That night they talked, it felt liek the old days, when they were the closest of friends. When they were envied by all for how close they were. It was like they were children again, and it made Aemmas heart skip a beat. 

The next day at breakfast, her ladies were told what had happen, with Cassandra shaking her head, “no! We hate him, hes a bully,” 

“Yes but he is also to be her husband, they should be close” said Cersci.

Clapping her hands, Cerelle agreed “oh its perfect, hes obsessed with you! After this we should go to his chambers and you two can go on a walk through the gardens, and have a picnic” she gusehd, grasping Aemmas hand.

Cassandra huffed “he has been nothing but cruel to her, and all of a sudden we love him? No its one of his games, hes taunting you”

“No” Aemma shook her, “no, hes changed, last night it was like we were the old Aemond and Aemma, before driftamark. He cant be-he-” she shook her head, her head dropping. “ its too cruel, even for Aemond. Why would he wish to strat a marriage based on a cruel game?”

“Beacuse hes mad!”

The ladies at the table all gasped at cassandra.

“What? He is, everyone can see that! He lost his sanity alongside his eye-”

Aemma slapped her arm “ Cassie! Dont say that, you werent there, that night was horrible!” she sighed, “ all know is that this is the start of something, we could be civil. Our marriage was meant to ease the conflict in our familes, and we agreed to try, and just let me be a little delcusional please” she laughed, “you all are!” causing the ladies to huff, “i mean it, like Maergret batting here eyes at Daeron verytime he visits and he doesnt even glance your way and he calls you Mary! And Rosia, Cregan Stark? We met him once and you have not stopped obsessing over him, not to mention he had a wife when we met him. And Cassie, lord Redwyne?” she gave her a look, “and dont get my started on you Cerelle and Cersci, i may be slow but dont think i havnet noticed to two of you!” she taunted, “let me think there might be a chance, please, and who knows you may be right, but either way in a week i will married, and he will be my husband. Whether we like him or not!”

Aemond thought she mad, not as mad as he, but as he watched her, sat in the gardens, as he hid behind a rose bush. One night of his undivided attention on her and she, well it was playing out perfectly. The games he had been playing fro years. The constant thought of eachtother on the others mind, the way he taunted her, made her beg fro his attention. Allowing one night of undivided attention to make her think they would be them old selves again. The old Aemma and Aemond. The Aemond who would slaughter the whole of Westros for her, the Aemma who believed very word he said and relied on him to do everything for her. The Aemma who when it came to the inevitable war would believe her mother had hated her, forgotten her, and that he was the only one who loved her. 

It was fun to taunt her, yes. But he loves her, always has, but he supposes the rumors at court were right, perphas all his sanity was in the eye stolen from him.

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[ronearoundblindly]

Ransom x reader

Enemies to lovers , bot came from wealthy backgrounds as one is a trust fund (ran) then the other has her life getting good with a buissness outside her family . Why are they enemies at first? Shes admired for not relying on her folks too much as a teen and down to earth , enjoys the finer things as she views them as a reward or gift but ransom Demands that shit they also bicker how shes freinds with people bellow her and she sasses him how he always rely on perks thats petty

Warnings: so. much. cursing. It's all from Ransom's point of view, and since he's a disturbing(ly sexy) asshole, that translates to language. Plus smut (protected sex) MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY. Reader's background/company is ambiguous. Also of note is the 'enemies' portion is quite subtle. WC 4k

The Root of All Ransom, Part One (see series)

There’s new money and then there’s new money.

Ransom loves the smell of new, physical money, and because he spends so much of it, he gets to feel those crisp bills all the time. Sure, his black card gets the same look at a register, but the plastic gets tattered after a while. The metal cards are a nice touch. Hefty. Metal makes a great tapping sound when he’s bored of waiting for a retail worker to do their fucking job and let him leave already. Cash is easiest to toss down and run out. He likes all forms of money. Ransom is diverse that way.

You, however, you are the New Money, the shit that’s a title, the shit that’s been earned, and it reminds him of his mother’s ranting. ‘Self-made’ his ass. Grandpa Harlan never made Linda repay a dime; that’s not a million-dollar loan. That’s good, old-fashioned nepotism. That’s inheritance come early. Old Harlan is Old Money, but New Money You is just as stale.

“She’s a breath of fresh air,” the middle-aged woman beside him coos.

Fucking gross.

Each time Ransom sees you he gets a foul taste in his mouth. His nostrils flair. He can smell the budgeting on you even at a distance. For every one of these events (with swag bags and a charity write-off promise) where you make a speech after receiving an award for whatever—he’s already too bored to listen—Ransom drinks heavily to make it to the end of the night.

He hasn’t given a dime, mind you, but Harlan has, and Linda has. Neither of them ever wants to go hobnob. Linda would but can’t trust Richard at these things, so she sticks to daytime shindigs. Walt is a bumbling, awkward mess, so he can’t represent anything other than why big pharma for every neurosis exists. He’s not welcome. Instead, it falls to nowhere-else-to-be Ransom. 

He thought he’d hate the events as much as the company until he found a thick, silver lining: some starry-eyed wannabe is always seated at an adjacent table. Handsome, young Ransom is guaranteed someone to go home with. Bonus points if they give head during the car ride.

Tonight though, he fucks up.

Ransom Drysdale makes the mistake of chatting up your date: your friend, Mariah, from high school who’s in town for the weekend. She’s doing a remarkable impression of a bimbo socialite, and he’s already wasted most of the meal trying to land an unattainable prize—though not a worthwhile prize, obviously.

It’s not his fault; he was at the bar when you and Mariah arrived, so he had no clue.

He expects you to be defensive once you make your way back to the table after your speech and find your friend with him. Ran is sure his reputation precedes him. He looks great in the photo ops just as he looks for great ass. He thinks your smile seems forced until you get closer. All you do is tell them to enjoy themselves.

Mariah here looks like she’s about to drop to her knees under the table, and you’re gonna let her?

You can’t possibly be stupid enough to trust him, can you?

He snorts out a chuckle, thinking you may know your business but you clearly do not know people. He wants to fuck Mariah. Then he really wants Mariah to tell you about fucking him, ad nauseam, hopefully, multiple times. Then he’s not sure whether he’d prefer you want to fuck him or you be mad about him fucking Mariah. He’ll have to wait and see.

“Isn’t she the best,” Mariah tosses out as flippantly as her hair extensions over her exposed shoulders. “I’m surprised she wanted me to come instead of a real date.”

“Sure,” he swigs his whisky quickly, “but then I wouldn’t get you for the evening, too.”

If he’s not mistaken, Mariah just soaked the pretty little thong he can just see the outline of in her tight dress, so Ran lays on a few more easy moves and thinks it’s a done deal.

Alas, he is wrong, and you and your friend leave together smiling while he races to text a booty call to meet at his place in a half-hour.

It’s all very frustrating, and Ransom hates you that much more.

Ransom has two new coats, a half-dozen new shirts, a three-piece suit, three new pairs of shoes, and he’s looking for the piece de resistance: a scarf (or several).

He loves accessories because he loves to change things up. He gets bored extremely easily, and he feels better when he treats himself.

In Hermès, he eyes a few options. He might even bother to get that one for his mother just because it has a few hideous accent colors he knows she’ll hate. Linda will still smile tightly and fake gratitude; it’s the only type of gratitude she knows. He doesn’t find anything for himself though, so he heads to the counter and recognizes the curves of a woman’s backside…in a dress that he’s seen in multiple candid tabloid shots.

How old is that garment? Jesus. Have some pride, woman.

His bored greeting startles you.

“Mr. Drysdale,” you exclaim, hand over your heart, “good to see you again.”

Is it?

“Right,” he grumbles roughly. “What brings you out of your goodie-two-shoes hole this afternoon?”

You seem excited, but in a different way than he’s ever noticed. At events, you are the picture of humility, full of genuine gratitude (and possibly the only reason he knows what that looks like), but this is something else.

The salesman returns with your order and unboxes a Birkin bag for you to inspect.

Now you’re just plain giddy, overjoyed, and vibrating, and Ransom preens a little to see Ms. High-and-Mighty so lowered as to indulge in retail therapy.

That’s a twenty-five thousand dollar bag you’re holding.

“Nice color,” Ransom chides, but he isn’t rewarded with your deterrence. You simply turn to beam at him.

“My favorite!” Your hands return to sweeping over the beautiful pebbled leather. “I had to wait for years—which is fine—“ you quickly add “—but I promised myself I’d do ten hours a week of volunteer work to earn such an extravagance.”

“Are you going to use it?”

You nod without turning back to him.

“Are you going to enjoy it?”

Another saleswoman motions to help him with the scarf he holds, and Ransom says nothing to her but drops his black card on the counter.

“Very much so,” you say quietly, almost like a confession.

“Then what’s so crazy about that?”

You giggle. You actually giggle. You don’t tell him how wrong he is or judge his spending in any way, which is surprising when that’s all those events he knows you from are for—to get him to spend money their way.

Ransom doesn’t know what compels him to stand there with his small purchase and watch while your bag gets squared away. You don’t choose to wear it out of the store, something he finds patently ridiculous because it’s a fucking Birkin and you’re about to walk out of Hermes with it in a box in another bag.

He pushes off the counter to walk out with you, an idea springing up.

“You’ve met my mother, I believe.”

Your polite smile gives nothing away. “Yes, a few times. Very briefly.”

“Her birthday is next month—” he lets an employee open the door for you both “—her sixtieth, allegedly.”

“Oh, well, tell her happy birthday for me.”

“You could come.”

Your face scrunches but whether from his offer or the bright sun on the street, he doesn’t know. His sunglasses are already on. You rummage around in what looks like a tapestry bag on the bad side of vintage for yours. 

This is why you should have left using the Birkin, and he’s honestly surprised Hermès even served you looking like you do.

Where’s all that new money now, he thinks, because one bag is certainly not all of it.

“Why not? You both own businesses and run in similar circles.”

“Hugh, I don’t think—“

“Ransom,” he corrects with a sneer.

“Well, I just…” You regard him thoroughly for a long moment until a black car pulls up and its driver opens the door for you.

There it is. There’s a bit of pomp. He’s almost proud to see you being served. You’re just like him—or rather his family—in a way; you have help.

“Fine,” you say to Ransom while nodding to your driver, “text me the details, and I’ll see if I’m in town.” Even though your words are dismissive, they sound genuine and kind.

Yuck.

Your driver fishes a card from his breast pocket and curtly adds a ‘sir,’ before shutting you behind tinted windows.

Ok, so it’s not the easiest ‘yes’ he’s ever gotten. It wasn’t a ‘no’ either. Good news is that Ransom is not holding his breath. If it works, it works.

The idea is to flaunt you in front of Linda, not romantically, of course, but as a younger woman, perceived as better, more self-made, more successful, with a Birkin bag in his mother’s actual favorite color, while he gives her a scarf she’ll be revolted by. It’s perfect.

This did not at all go to plan.

Linda is supposed to be pissed. She’s supposed to be appalled and furious and have to hide that from her guests—which is most of the family, catering staff, and Harlan’s house help. She’s supposed to look at Ransom and know that he did this on purpose.

He told you not to bring a present for a reason, but he made damn sure when he picked you up that you were wearing that damn bag.

How the fuck was he supposed to know you’d go and be the dumbest bitch ever?

Linda got through two whole sentences of greeting after obviously clocking the Birkin and then turned it about her. She’s predictable that way, but you are not.

“That’s my favorite color,” she said.

“Mine too,” you said.

You both fucking laughed.

“I’ve always wanted one,” she said.

“You should have one,” you said.

He should have known right then except for on what planet does someone…

Ransom only stepped out for a few minutes to mess with Walt, smoking that sickening cigar. When he comes back in, there on the table right beside Linda is your bag. He looks around, but you aren’t in the living room. Then his mom smiles and pets the Birkin possessively.

“Oh, Ran, that girl is so sweet,” Linda coos.

Richard snorts in astonishment. “She’s really something.”

Ransom cringes at the lustful leer on his father’s face while he stares off toward the library.

What the shit? 

You gave his mother your bag? After one minute of conversation?

God fucking damn it.

He has no words. Ran just purses his lips and stalks off to the other room in search of you. You’re deep in conversation with Harlan, seated across from each other in the bay windows of the library in high-backed upholstered chairs. On the floor beside your foot is a Blood Like Wine tote, partially filled.

“Grandpa,” he interrupts, leaning one arm against your chair with a questioning gaze.

“Ransom, my boy, it’s good to see you.” Before he can get a word in, Harlan waves an arthritis-gnarled hand in your direction. “Have you met my neighbor?”

“Neighbor?”

You shrug with a weak smile. “I purchased the Carlyles’ old property last year but kept my apartment in town.”

He’s thrown off by this news, thinking. “That’s walking distance from here,” Ransom says flatly.

“Yes, it is. That’s why I can find my own way home tonight.”

“Ah,” Harlan taps his nose, “so you two know each other.”

“Your grandson was kind enough to invite me.”

“And you made quite a fucking impression,” Ransom growls while putting a hand on your shoulder.

Harlan flicks Ransom away. “Don’t be creepy, son. Get the lady a drink.”

“Mr. Thrombey, please.” You stand, forcibly pushing his hand off of you. “Ransom’s your family. Why don’t I get you boys something while you catch up?”

“Whiskey, neat, two fingers,” Ransom bitterly spits, shoving the hand in his jean pocket.

Harlan tsks him with a solemn look.

“The same,” his grandfather sighs before returning your smile. “I appreciate it, dear.”

“Anytime.”

Ran fights the urge to kick your tote on the floor.

Harlan simply moves on. “One of my next novels is an intrigue of corruption, involves a non-profit, and Good Miss was enlightening me to a few details of their inner workings.”

“Glad you both can turn it off for five minutes,” Ransom grunts back.

Harlan’s sharp gaze lands on him.

“While I am glad you did not use her and lose her, as they say.”

“God, no,” Ransom groans in revulsion. “She’s here to rub Linda the wrong way…not me.” He tries to bury his self-satisfied smirk in a sweater sleeve held to his mouth.

“Charming.” Harlan means anything but charming as he looks to see you side-tracked again by a chat with Marta. “You’ve done much worse before—“ he turns to the window “—but my guess is she never has.”

Ransom’s jaw twitches. This is why he hates his family, even his favorite among them. No wonder he brought someone exclusively to annoy them, hoping to make them feel small and selfish, but he forgot something important.

They’re all like him. None of them care to be selfless. They don’t want to be charitable. They are fine being perceived that way, if necessary, if it gains them something else they want.

But.

What Harlan says gives him another idea. What if he keeps you around? They are sure to lose their minds. Harlan would be impressed (and proved wrong). Richard will be jealous (although that’s still gross). Linda would be unable to manipulate that situation (though she’ll try).

Plus, Joni will hate you instantly because you’re prettier and don’t need her snake-oil skin shit.

“Harlan,” you offer his grandfather his drink first, then turn to Ran with that irritatingly kind smile. “Hugh.”

He takes the glass and flashes pearly whites.

It’s decided. He just hopes the sex won’t be as boring as he thinks. You’re definitely not a roadhead bitch.

Although based on that damn Birkin, you are stupidly generous, so he hopes that translates to the bed…or wherever he fucks you.

“Sure your shoes can take it?”

As if he can’t walk across the fucking woods…the embers of waning alcohol all push around in his gut on the trek over to the Carlyles’ place. He hasn’t gone over there since maybe freshman year of high school during a long Christmas stay at Thrombey Manor.

He was wrong. Ran’s shoes are not fine, but he has to bury that irritation down deep while entering the warm and inviting mansion filled with your...roommates?

Four other people live in a house that you sometimes stay in: Angela, Diego, Terrell, and Luca.

Ran doesn’t fucking care. This is not some weird orgy he’s planning. He almost walks right back out and floors the Beamer back to civilization.

Mercifully, you have most of the upstairs entirely to yourself, a small suite of a bedroom, office, and bathroom neatly tucked above a quieter part of the house.

He’s surprised that you drop the tote bag and start shedding clothes so quickly.

“Sorry about them. We all went to uni together and this works as a crash-pad for the internationals.”

“No problem,” he sighs, “I know what it’s like.” They’re freeloaders, like my cousin Meg, is what they are, but Ransom keeps that thought to himself.

You offer him another drink, which Ran accepts, watching you like a hawk with sky-blue eyes.

Beneath your dress, you wear a slip, a silky satin thing that actually impresses him. He’s convinced there is thick shapewear beneath it because that just seems like a you thing to do: one sexy move, one boner killer. Instead of showing him though, you spin your finger around in front of him.

“Really,” he quips. He’s already resigned to putting his dick in either way, so he doesn’t really care.

You smile too sweetly for it to read as coy. “Make yourself useful and go to my bag.”

“That’s not a bag,” he scoffs. “Might as well be made of tissue paper.”

He still obediently wanders over to the chair you draped it over and flips back a handle. Excellent. This nearly makes up for the entire party. Ran derives a sickening amount of pleasure from knowing these condoms were stored in the Birkin his mother will now carry around with pride.

He downs the remainder of his drink and whips out a wrapper. He wouldn’t care if you didn’t have any, or didn’t want to use one, or if you made some reference to them but the lights were off and didn’t check. The lights are still on though, and you’ve pointed him right to them. He’ll play ball. He hopes you play with balls, too. He hopes this is fun instead of just mediocre. He prepares himself to be actively bored, however, because that’s the most likely scenario.

It’s his usual MO. Works like a charm. Start out slow and teasing—girls tend to think it’s sensual but he’s being lazy (and they beg soon anyway)—until he can take over in exactly whatever fashion he wants. Except you don’t quite let things unfold that way.

He expects you to want him to kiss you, but you playfully turn away each time he advances. You swat his hands when he tries to touch you, only to grab the hem of his sweater and rip it off him. You don’t wait for him to unbutton his jeans before sliding cool fingers down past the band of his boxers.

Fuck, he does like it when they're forward.

He pops the button, pushes the zipper, and shuffles out of the heavy cotton while you get a good hold of him. Ransom doesn’t care that your hands are soft, just rough enough for friction and nothing more, and he doesn’t really care that your slip is still on because he’s figured something else out.

You’re not wearing underwear. He’s not sure if you were but tossed them aside while he grabbed the condom, or perhaps you’ve been speaking with his family for the better part of two hours with your cunt kissed by the same air they were all breathing, but he’s happy about it.

Ransom leans forward to you again, but instead of letting him kiss you, you look down to spit in your hand and work him harder.

“The sooner you suit up…” you taunt him, glancing at the wrapper still clutched in Ran’s hand, “sooner you get in for the night.”

He’s been with bossy doms before—not his favorite—but this is different. His instinct is that you want a show of it, maybe you want to see him touch himself, maybe you want to see his face as the tight latex is rolled down his throbbing cock, but you hold his gaze while turning your body away from him.

Since he doesn’t have to play up how he looks, Ran focuses on the expanse of skin across your back. There’s so much more than your dress showed, yet not enough, and it’s beautiful. He thinks about the same, smooth skin that must be stretched across your ass and rolls his hips against the fabric while his mouth maps your neck and shoulders.

Not romantically, of course, he’s not trying to make you feel better—you are more than capable of feeling yourself, but Ransom enjoys a little taunting of his own now and then.

His hands move to cup your breasts, and fuck, did you not have a bra on earlier either? This day is full of surprises.

His intense rutting coupled with teasing your taut nipples makes your slip catch between your ass cheeks, and he angles his dick to press through the apex of your thighs, taking the satin with him.

Pretty skin beneath his lips, pretty noises ringing in his ears, Ran pulls away.

The fresh wet spot on your slip sticks to the condom when he looks down at his demanding erection.

You’re ready. He’s ready.

Fuck, Ransom is so ready, and you know it, climbing onto the edge of your bed to get comfortable presented in all your glory, all the lights on, fingers already teasing and working yourself open.

This is already way better than he expected. He doesn’t have to work. He doesn’t have to try. He doesn’t have to fake interest. You handle your clit like the expert you are on yourself, and Ran works himself up, sheathed and thrusting in you like the expert he is on himself. Pleasure for pleasure, and fuck is it pleasurable. 

His fist holds onto the bundled satin across the small of your back, and you make natural escalating noises.

It sounds genuine.

Shit, when was the last time he didn’t get annoyed at some bitch hamming up her moans? Not that it distracted him from coming, no, he could get him whether she was dramatic or an awkward, silent one. Takes more effort when he has to ignore something she’s doing though. 

Then you demand he goes faster, and he’s into it. Then you come with a groan that’ll haunt his hindbrain, and he can feel the massaging grip and release. Then you take his balls in hand, tugging gently, and he fucking loses it.

He feels the hot flood of his cum into the condom as your walls still ripple against him. 

Damn, he doesn’t even care if you made him wrap up. That was fucking satisfying. It wasn’t even complicated, but you came and he came and that’s all he needed.

Ransom hasn’t been at a girl’s place in a while (certainly not without his car ready to get away) because he prefers to kick them out and already be home, but his hookups are usually clinging to the idea of staying the night.

You immediately go to the bathroom, clean up, and—now completely naked—stand at the foot of the bed.

“You good, Hugh? I’m on a call with Beijing in fifteen, so take your time—“ you button up a plain, blue shirt, your nipples showing right through “—or sleep or whatever. I’ll be a bit.”

“Only the help calls me Hugh.” It’s all he can come up with while he stares at your breasts and contemplates why he feels a bit used.

He got off, you’re not clinging to him, and you’ve given him an easy out. If he had to describe his perfect fucking date, this would be it, and his gut twists oddly just thinking about being dismissed.

You don’t miss a beat, heading for the door with only panties and the shirt on. Your ass pops out easily from under the hem.

“Suppose I’ll see you at the Kennedy thing next weekend, huh?”

Ran slaps his hand over his face, remembering there’s another fucking event coming up. “Yeah. Is that the stupid inner-city garden initiative?”

You hum in response, grabbing something else out of your flimsy purse tote. He better not see you carry that fucking thing around in front of actual fucking people. You don’t see him staring at your ass through his fingers before you swivel back around.

“If you need something, text me. Don’t knock.”

He snorts, knowing that he wouldn’t stay if a girl paid him to.

For one shining moment, you turn to beam at him. “Thanks for making it quick,” you chirp with a wink and shut the door behind you.

You goddamn wink at him after chucking him into the quickie category in your own mansion.

What the fuck?

Out of spite, he should just sleep here, he thinks. Let Harlan question why the Beamer is still in the drive. Let Walt stare at the car and know Ransom can get better pussy than that twat has had in a lifetime. Let Linda…

Hell, let Linda do whatever the fuck she wants and let Richard think whatever the fuck he wants.

Ransom takes his own naked walk of glory to the bathroom and does just that—he sleeps in a hookup’s bed all night, completely pleased with himself and his control of the situation.

a/n: Honest to god, this was supposed to be a one-shot. Genuinely, I swear. Now that I've plotted it out though...there was no way. I just personally don't really like more than 5k per Tumblr post. Too easy to lose your place. This way we stick with a three-ish-act structure, too. Squee! Hope you enjoyed this, and please let me know what you think in comments, reblogs, or anon asks!

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[nyantropy]

Sorry for a long post and my grammar, but this is something that i really need to get of my chest

After almost a year of thinking about it, i've come to a simple conclusion - despite my love for part 5, i do not like how Lupin's and Goemon's conflict ended.. Or at the very least im very confused by it. And here is why

Before i go into details about this, i want to clarify a few things

1. All of this is, obviously, my personal opinion. If you disagree - thats great!! I would honestly love to hear your opinion!!

2. I love part 5 and this conflict in it self. The moment when Goemon, after releasing what he had  done, rushes back to Lupin, throwing Zantezuken away, and desperately calls to him is beautifully heartbreaking! And the scene where Lupin encourages him to laugh after everything that happened is just beautiful!

However.. This same scene is basically the only conclusion that we ever get to this conflict. And this is just not enough. You may argue that this is the point - they've been through hell and back together, of course that would be enough for them! And i agree. I agree that the intention behind writing this scene the way it was written, was to show us that Lupin and Goemon are so close that they don't need lengthy discussions to understand each other and to forgive each other. But! If that's the truth.. why was there a conflict to begin with?

The problem with this ending is the fact that it addresses only that Goe attacked Lupin but not the cause of it, making it seem like the only reason for this was... "Enzo told him to!"

Wich is not the case

The reason for why i think that way is simple - even befor Enzo starts trying to manipulate him, Goemon declares, that he and Lupin are neither allies nor friends, wich outright suggest that his actions and insecuritys about beeing seen as Lupins underling or part of Lupins collection, are symptoms of a bigger issue.

Because up until this point.. there wasn't really much to suggest they aren't, not only in other season but in this one. Up untill this point Goemon trust Lupin with his plans, helps him whenever he can and just is in general.. acts like his freind, even if a little more silent then Jigen. One of the best examples is the scene where Albert injured Lupin and seeing this, even so Goemon clearly looks at him with rage and desire for revenge, he prioritizes saving his freind. Because Lupin is important to him.

And even better we can see the depths of his attachment to Lupin after Goemon hurts him in a fight. It wasn't what he wanted, it never was. What he truly wanted was to know for sure who he was to Lupin and if he was as important to him, as he himself is to Goe.

At least that's the picture all of part 5 episodes paint in my head.

And yet.. Goemon never gets the answer!! Lupin never reasures him, they never talk about there relationships, instead the focus of the story shifts to something else. And i truly dont understand  why! Part 5 puts alot of emphases on to human relationships and yet..  This conflict has alot of built up to it, be it in a form of this two acting like freinds, Goemon questioning if Lupin even needs him and Jigen or.. Lupin outright SAYING THAT GOEMON IS HIS FREIND ONLY TO NEVER REPEAT IT TO GOE HIMSELF WICH HE ACTUALLY NEEDED!!

And yet.. this just never gets addressed in the series...Wich makes me extremely sad, because Goemon's and Lupin's friendship is one of the things wich i like the most about "Lupin the third" and.. it just sad how it gets either neglected or dealt with.. like this in recent seasons

Anyway, what do YOU think?

[autumnfoxthetherian]

I’m getting into Hazbin Hotel!

Alright, so its been awhile sense I did an art post so here goes! Anyways as you may have gathered my school freinds are dragging me into the fandom and so far I really like it!!! I decided that I’m going to draw the whole cast so more updates coming soon!

Alastor! He’s not fully colored yet but I’m liking how he’s turning out!

Lucifer! Our goofy ducky-obsessed short bossman, also not fully colored yet.

Nifty!!!!!!!!!! (Also not fully colored)

Vaggie! Ima outline her with my fancy new pens soon!

Angel Dust!

Vox!!!!!!!!!!!! (Omg I know, I’m a bit of a simp for this cringy flatscreen TV lol)

And last but not least for this post, our girl Charlie! She’d the only one I’ve finished so far and I just LOVE drawing these characters so far. The Hazbin Hotel series will inevitably be my new hyper fixation.

As always any feedback would be appreciated so I can continue to grow as an artist! :)

[nicoforlifetrue]

Ok, because I fucking can PLOT

Ava is just a silly goofy lil animated series that chosen (need a normal name for him...) fuckin adored, weather he's human or stick idk yet, but he loves the funky mentor/main character of chosen one and dark and FUCKING dies ala chocking on a pbnj or something and wakes up as chosen when he's first created, which fuck, right?

So he goes (ok I know this guy will be nice to me if I just prove I can talk right???) Only here comes system being like "nope! Not allowed, plot has to happen :D" which double fuck he does NOT wanna be an adblocker for who knows how long and does not wanna get on this guy's bad side, only his system of course is a bitch and he has to deal... Lucky it's not too boring cuz the system let's him watch movies and shit (a fav hc of mine lol) so y'know it's whatever.

In comes his escape and he's not trying to wreck house so much as get tf out, and when darks made he goes full shen Yaun at white lotus binghe "look at the baby!!!!" Manages to convince the child (that's a fully grown man chosen-) to escape with him, and he's like "now I just have to tell him not to destroy shit there dark death plot and my evenchual torture and imprisonment and seconds freinds death and imprisonment avoided!"

Only uh oh the code~ and as the years go on and dark is still a destructive lil shit he just gets better at hiding it from cho this time, and then cue the bug arc only this time dark dosent die! Because he doesn't kill the innocent kids! He looks at chos fucking devastated face and his begging to not do this and crumples like a stack of wet cards after a sufficient beating, yay! He changed the plot everything is fine!

Enter victim and what is svsss fans know as a "kidnaping wife plot!"

He's having a time and also oh yeah he's not sure if he's gonna get out of this because when he died THE NEXT EPISODE WASNT OUT YET TRIPLE FUCK!!

And that's what I got so far, ideas? Who should be the airplane equivalent, purple? Second? Red? Not sure lol I'ma write this fic tho so hit me up! Also gonna start tagging all this as "svsss x ava" lol

[bunnyjunmyeonie]

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Note:- All of the works listed below DO NOT belong to me. Credits to the talented authors who wrote them.

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[conniemb]

Cardfight Vanguard Rant because I want to love this series so bad but life apparently doesn't want me to.

For reference I live in Ireland for some geographical context.

I feel like cardfight vanguard is one of the hardest shit to get into without spending like a lot of money on it unless I'm just being dumb which I hope is the case honestly cuz I love this series.

Like I spent over an hour looking for somewhere to read the original manga and I can't find anywhere that has above the 5th chapter translated which doesn't make any sense because there's an official translated print of the manga which I can still buy but I don't have 120 euro to drop on a manga series rn lol.

Also like I know bushiroad is struggling as a company but who was gonna tell me they closed the servers for vanguard zero last year????? Now there's no mobile game coverage for the series at all which I feel like is a big blow to people that might not have a huge vanguard community to play with as that was probably their only way to get some acc playtime in. Now there is the overdress game which I do actually really wanna get some time but it's like 80 euros and that's not amount I can jus pull out of my ass either.

Having the anime for overdress readily available on YouTube is huge honestly and probably a big part of why I haven't dropped the series yet as a whole lmao so that's great but I feel like that's the only good thing theyve done for it in the last while.

Now idk I could be wrong I know vanguard has never been a popular card game in my area it's always struggled none of my local card shops stock vanguard anymore (which again adds to the cost as I need to outsource all my cards) and I haven't met a single soul id be able to play with around here but if other people's experience with it is different I'd love to hear it.

Vanguard is a series that's always had a very permanent place in my heart I still remember being at my freinds house and stumbling onto the series by accident while doom scrolling through crunchy roll trying to find something to watch and immediately fell in love with the series, i still have all my original starter decks which are probably extremely obsolete now lmao but I love looking at them all the same. Out of the new products I have the danji starter deck for overdress I love the vibes of dark states. But yeah if anyone has tips on how to get more into the scene or has had a similar experience with it id love to talk about it and make some friends who're also into vanguard! Gonna be honest my limit of vanguard above base level is really limited because of the on and offness with which I approached the series for the above reasons but I wanna COMMMITTTT I WANNA LEARNNNNN. Or even if I'm just doing stuff wrong and looking in the wrong places like pls let me know.

Anyways cardfight blogs pls interact I love y'all 💖💖💖

[reggiejworkshop]

"More VHS 'Screenshots' Wakkos Springfield Score"

"Come see the Warners and the Simpsons family as youve never seen them before! This Saturday on April 1! Only on Fox!" another proposed tagline.

These are more recovered, totally not fake, screenshots from a lost crossover special of Animaniacs and Simpsons made circa 1996. It was canceled mid production due to unknown production issues, and totally not by a bored artist who wanted to have another go at creating VHS screen captures. No, its not based on a crossover fanfic I still never got around to writing.

Okay, maybe it is. Again.

Since everyone seemed to like the last ones I did:  

I figured Id do some more.

To recap from the last post, the story behind this would have been a AU crossover fic where Yakko and Wakko Warner are former street hustlers turned detectives who team up with Wiggum PI and Skinny Boy Skinner. 

What followed would be a series of hijinks where Wakko proved his worth as a detective; Krusty the comedian on run after being framed for a serious crime, The Wanrer Brothers searching for their missing Warner sister, all of it tied with together with some involvement with the Springfield Mafia and a few other familar faces.

As you can see, the story would be goofy as far as plot goes but definitely darker and dramatic as far as tone goes. Lots of action, mystery, and definitely  some slapstick violence. 

These shots along with the corresponding quotes (from top to bottom)give more inight into the special that was never meant to be. Or, it will raise way more questions than answers. 

Wiggum PI: "Alright, Let's just let's settle this nice and easy..."

Yakko: "Ten against four huh? I like those odds!"

 

Dot: "Whats he doing here? What did you do to him?! Tony, you promised!"

Fat Tony: "You lied to us, Dot. I believe that nullifies any agreements we had.

Krusty: "Does this mean I'm finally not a suspect anymore?"

Wiggum PI: (shakes head)"Uh uh"

Keusty: (groans ) "So Nurse, This means you and I are back tog-"

Nurse: "Nope"

Krusty: (groans louder)

Wakko: "... hes smart, talks funny and even better, he hates clowns! But mostly of all, hes gonna help us! Meet my new special freind!"

Wakko's Special Freind : "Hello gentlemen"

Krusty: "Oh crap..."

Bart: "Why do you hate me, God?"

[greeen-bean]

I think my favourite part of the entire PJO series is the last chapter of TTC, where percy chooses the prophecy

Annabeth paled. "But, Percy, this means the prophecy might not be about you. It might be about Nico. We have to-"

"No," I said. "I choose the prophecy. It will be about me."

I love it for a lot of reasons.

From a story standpoint, there are a many times within the series previously where percy (and others) tries to fight against and defy the prophecies they are given. In TLT percy fights against being told he will fail, or that he will be betrayed by a freind . In SOM its the same with Clarrise. Even earlier in TTC, Zoë tries to get away with only having 4 hero's. And then for a these things to become true regardless, so it feels inevitable and unavoidable.

With this prophecy it feels different, everyone, gods and mortals alike, act like they have more control over the prophecy than they do. They believe they can change it. From the very start, Zuse, Poseidon, and Hades promising to not have children, this is done to avoid/push back the prophecy. But that's not how prophesies work, it was always going to happen when it did. It feels like a choice, but it isn't, not really. Then Zuse and Poseidon breaking the promise is presented as a failure or mistake, but that's not how prophesies work. It was always going to happen, it couldn't have been avoided. Thalia joining the hunters was a choice, but it wasn't. Percy choosing the prophecy was a choice, but it wasn't.

But they THINK it is. They THINK and BELIEVE they have controlled over it, so when percy (and annabeth) realise theyres another option (nico), they truly believe that they COULD change it.

But Percy says no. He chooses it. Even if it isn't really a choice he has. He believes it is, and a chooses it.

This also shows so much of percys character. His fatal loyalty. He couldn't not choose the prophecy, because he feels the need to protect Nico from it all.

[olderthannetfic]

Why is it that when people talk about rpf they seem to only think of the nsfw stuff? Real person fiction is making up stories of real people and while I definitely haven't written any, I've imagined scenarios where I'd meet celebrities I look up to and become their friends or celebrities who worked together on different series being freinds/family. The second one was something that happens a lot as a child because I was too young to understand exactly what acting is so their personality/interactions in my imagination are those of the roles they played on tv. All this talk of how weird rpf is makes me feel bad upon remembering the stories I imagined as a kid.

Also, isn't celebrity news kind of like rpf? Two celebrities who may or may not be friends could be seen together with no context and articles would come out with speculations and "What if they...?".

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[stevie-petey]

m what a very delicious chapter four that was! also crazy to think that you're already halfway through the season so congrats!! also congrats on ur semester ending, that's awesome :D!

i loooooove the casual intimacy of stug this episode, all the actions of them just knowing that their place was by the other's side is soooo beautiful and omg bug actively thinking of how she loves steve in her head!!!! beautiful!!! and steve truly becoming a part of the henderson family with bug and dustin standing by him the way they would for each other when steve craves family the most ooooooo m don't do that to my heart!!!!! watching steve and bug grow closer and closer and more and more confident in each other and sure of each of their place in each other's lives is very sweet. the line of steve and bug feeling stable and sure whiile they are fighting is such a nice break from other parts of their lives where the disagreement IS the relationship, or it certainly feels defining of the relationship in that moment, instead of a natural course that just happens with two people. i also like the fairly reasonable side you give to both steve and bug. Bug's worries about her friends and family are entirely reasonable obviously, but omg i've been in steve's shoes countless times and i would drink mercury straight outta the bottle if it meant someone would tell me i'm doing the right thing. and i think that's a testament to your skill. it's difficult to create an argument where both sides have valid points and reasons to stand their grounds but remain respectful throughout.

dustin and bug are cute as always, very cute sibling moments! i loved seeing erica, she's a real treasure, and the sinclair siblings are low key my fave kids in the series <3 also i love that bug carries a knife because honestly at that point, why wouldn't you?

okay i really wanted to talk about this nancy and bug thing which is simply fascinating to me, particularly the difference in steve and nancy's reaction? firstly, i once again supporting val in jon being weirdo loser boy! what jon did was soooo lame!!!! WHY is he going to vent to the girl he left for nancy about his relationship problems WITH NANCY like miss girl that is not the move.......even if that girl is weirdly chill about it (which i think is fun remnant of being once boundary-less with each other which does need to change for both of them). also i would make sure there is an underwater volcano wherever val pushes him off the boat so that he is forced to become molten lava and crushed into sediment with the very boulder that was bound to him. and he does deserve that because he also hurt nancy! truly nothing more real than bug actively feeling like she's made the wrong dialogue choice in a social interaction. i felt very bad for her, it is NOT a good position to be stuck in between a couple, least of all, with THIS history. also nancy immediately getting upset at jon, frankly i really get it that is a fair thing to be mad at, especially with her well established insecurity about bug and jon's history with each other, and i think the thing that makes it hurt is that jon kind of knows it?? and still does it???? especially with nancy's context of having a fight and then not talking to her about it and then fighting in the morning.......if i were nancy's freind i'd be cheering for her to break up. and bug immediately trying to explain herself and ALSO explain jon os such a oooo tough mood to feel while nancy just feels like its a defence of jon is sooooo oooooo like yeah that is definitely a situation that johnathan has created!!! i also think its very interesting to how steve responds, very securely and calmly, and i think it speaks to not only how sure he feels about her, but also how differently jon postions in steve's life than bug does in nancy's? like i can't help but think of the terrible "she's everything i'm not" thought that nancy has had for a bit, compared to steve who yeah, is feeling low, but has never really compared himself to jon on such an intrinsic level, other than thinking bug deserves better than jon (she does!). very fun set up here and i can't wait to see how you develop it, i am soooo looking forward to the torture scene and possible revelations!!!

hi darling !!

u touched on SO MUCH

i will say that steves insecurities will shine through more in season 4. season 3 kinda sets up everyone for the next season. while steve will never necessarily be jealous of jon, there will be some tensions in regards to the mans fear of abandonment lmao. as for nancy and bug and jon: its such a mess. jon went to bug because hes exhausted and worried and knows that bug understands what he does and DOESNT say. its only something they have together due to their history. for nance: jon loves her and they have their own form of communication for their stubbornness and need to be right, but ultimately this makes them clash as well. nancy is upset BECAUSE she’s recognizing that bug has jons softer understanding while she has his harder understanding (if that makes sense). hes always weak around bug and strong around nancy and she just wants him to be soft with her too (and he wants nancy to be soft as well, show vulnerability)

theyre basically just a giant “pls be vulnerable” mess that shoves bug in between em. poor girl.

i will also point out that bug went to jon for steve advice as well. yeah they have their history together but they didnt just use each other as a crutch for free therapy sessions. she used jon to vent to as well because he will always be there for her and help her and want whats best, regardless of how they ended. im not defending jon 100%, but in that moment he wasnt thinking “i’ll vent to bug because shes always been weak for me” it was “im confused and scared and overwhelmed and need to talk to my best friend” :(

the sinclairs >>>>>> and YES FOR CASUAL STUG !!! theyre learning <3333

[thebirdarts]

The Death of Family

blood stains, innocent blood stains harder. The blood of those you love stains forever. For prompt 6 of @owlcatober , family [click for better quality and notes are under the cut]

this did not happen but also this is what actually happened, the true version of events, not whatever cold and callous series of events actually took place in the mansion on that night.

this is the metaphorical representation of what happened.

her best friend dying in her arms, white dress getting stained by the blood. fingers intertwined the same way as when they practiced dancing. she dies with a smile on her lips and muras eyes are heavy with grief, taking in every detail as the blood pours out from the gash marring her friends beauty. something in her shatters at the same time as the woman in her arms heart stops beating. something shatters so badly that all is left is glass dust, impossible to put back together. in the warped light the blood looks pink and the shadows on her dress seem akin to the bloodstains on her friends. the only thing unstained, the last gift, a wreath of pure white flowers.

What is left after you kill the only person you let in your heart, other than to become a monster.

so this is entirely for the symbolism. mura wouldnt have her classic hairstyle yet [hell i didnt colour in hair or eyes because muras current ones are dyes/changed] and they both would be younger and given shes using gonna use the body to set up someone she would not have time for a melodramatic finger-entwined kinda embrace.

but the drama!!!!

the parallels to the pieta are intentional [but hey what dead body cradled in someones arms cant be related to it]

her friend is the sacrificial lamb for muras permanent decent into villainy. with her friend gone she has no reason to care for others beyond her own survival.

in many ways this moment is more important that mura overtaking her father, this moment seals her on her trajectory. in many ways this froze mura in time, and planted the largest crack in the wall of her image of her fathers excellence.

ive mentioned it before but the only way for mura to be happy and anywhere near normal, would be someone interfering before this point. as soon as her friends heart stopped beating shes locked in her path and beliefs.

it has a roundabout connection to the prompt, it damages her relationship with her father, and also regardless of the label, her kinship with her freind is a powerfull bond, and their extend lifetimes meaning that the growth they shared was not over years but decades, makes her so important to mura, and in some ways family.

an alternate title would be 'death of innocence' or rather the death of muras last shred of compassion and love.

the two fracture points are mura and her friends hearts. i will use the shattered glass motif till i overuse it.

also yes the braid around muras bun thing in the future is a replacement for the wreath of flowers her friend gave her. heartless my ass. for somone who wants nothing more than to forget what happened she sure doesnt let herself forget.

anyway! girlbesties!!! dont we all kill each other and parts of ourself just for the approval of greater forces!!! betray and scar each other in ways that will last forever!!! whats a friend but a sacrifice waiting to happen!!

notes on the piece over, this is now a personal update:

so this was delayed cause i overexerted myself, unfortunately this means my weekend to relax and do some more prompts is now spent testing the limits of how many painkillers i can take. im mostly annoyed, but hey! still have plenty of jojos to watch /read, and ds9 & the expanse are up next on my watch-list so its fine that i cant move any muscle connected to my shoulders without crying in pain! please ignore the pile of corsework i have to do!

this isnt at a level of quality that i would like it to be, but i am happy with it. no artist ever is fully satisfied with their work, its just this time there is a larger distance than normal.

these notes have been long! thank you for reading so far! i hope your weekend is going well!

[onetiredpup]

✨About me✨

Hiya you can call me puppy for now 🫀

I’m 20 ,pansexual and polyamorous I use he/they/she pronouns so choose the ones that turn you on the most

My asks and dms are open and I love talking to people just please be nice, I will block you if you make me uncomfy

I live in the uk so if the time difference is too tricky for you don’t bother. I have been told that apparently I do need sleep lol

DNI:

Minors please just leave, I do go through and check likes and reblogs for ages and blank blogs so if either of those apply to you you will be blocked

Uncomfy with detrans,misgendering, raceplay and ED blogs. I hope my blog will always be a safe space 💛

Kinks:

Pet play

(Huge)voice kink

Impact play

Praise + (soft) degradation

Piss/omo

Somno

Breeding

Free use

Sub/dom

Knifeplay (only if I feel safe with you)

Intox

Biting /marking

Cockwarming

Pain

Daddy/mommy

Limits: excessive gore, rape, vomit , sissy, feederism, scat, raceplay

✨More✨

I’m usually quite subby and I really like being taken care of but for the right person I can switch up💛

( I age regress it’s not a kink and I log out when I do to keep myself safe, I genuinely don’t mind answering questions people have about it as long as they are respectful)

I’m also a huge nerd, I love coding little pictures and games for my freinds, and will watch any show recommended to me as I feel like I’ve genuinely watched everything I can ( except most anime series since I just don’t enjoy them) , some good book recommendations are welcome too, I enjoy colouring as it relaxes me and I have a huge collection of teddies and cute things ( including my Kitty boyfriend @master-xochimilli )

Hope you enjoy!!!

[lala1267]

Death wish (Part 1)

Summary:you were a troubled, depressed 15 year old girl. You had met a certain man that lit a spark in you.

Elvis x female reader.

Warnings: reader is depressed, su1cide, drugs, alcohol, abusive parents, reader is a minor that is doing illegal things, body dismorphia, insecurities, mention of failed su1cide attempts. Lmk if I missed anything.

Note: extremely dark, this is aimed for a mature audience. Like this whole series is probably gonna be dark, I'm not sure yet.

I was born in 1956 into a foster home. My name was Adriana Johnson. I had a bad childhood, and my foster parents didn't care for me one bit. They only took me in so they could claim the child benefits. They were mean and cruel and sometimes even violent. My mother would scream at me over the smallest things, and so would my father. One time, I had forgotten to do the dishes. My mother walked right up to me before slapping me across the face, I had a red handprint indented into my cheek. But having unloving foster parents came with pros and cons. I could do anything I wanted, I could stay out until whatever time, I spent many nights at my freinds house or somewhere in an alleyway, my parents didn't give a shit about me, not that I liked them anyway. I started becoming a troubled child from the age of 11. I had shit friend who urged me to do things I deeply regret till this day. I was manipulated into drinking, smoking, and even stealing with them. They were the reason I had started turning into a bitch. I was sassy, moody, and I was a rebel. From 14 I already had a smoking addiction, I smoked two packs of cigarettes a day. I was drinking at parties, doing all sorts of drugs just to escape my homelife. I was apart of a troubled group of teens. We broke atleats 15 laws in one night, we even robbed a car once. It was a light blue cadillac, it had cream lever seats and shiny silver wheels. I knew how to commit every crime without getting caught. You want drugs? Come to me. You want liquor? Come to me. You want cigarettes? I was the right person to come to. All of the other parents would keep there young ones away from me since I was a terrible influence. I spent my nights grinding on men in clubs just for a free drink and a pack of cigarettes. I was basically selling my body to grown men. Every man and boy wanted me, I was sexy, I had long blonde hair, I had an hourglass body, I was perfect. My freckles came out when the sunlight hit my face, my blue eyes shimmered. I was the dream girl for everyone. I was only 15 and I had already made a shit reputation for myself. I didn't work since I could just steal the money from other kids, I never worked for anything, I either used my body or I would shoplift. I would approach men, get real close to em, bat my eyelashes a few times before swaying my hips and asking them to buy me things. I manipulated grown men just by using my looks. I have to admit I was a gorgeous girl.

I was at the local club one night with my friends. I was heavily drunk. We were in the corner smoking and drinking, laughing loudly and dancing. I got up as I notified my friends where I was going.

"Guys, I'm gonna go have a smoke outside, save my seat." they nodded as I walked off, swaying side to side as I struggled to maintain balance, one of my girlfriend's slapped my ass playfully as I walked past. I strutted past all of the older men who cat-called and whistled. I looked at them all in the eyes, giving them a wink as I walked out of the door. I stepped outside onto the dark wet road. It was freezing. I was wearing a tight mini dress that was gold, a short furr jacket and some black tall heels. I leaned against the brick wall as I pulled out a piece of paper and a small bag of weed from the pocket in my jacket. I placed the piece of paper flat out on my hand before placing some of the weed onto it. I carefully rolled it up into a cigarette like shape. I put the piece of paper to my red lips as I grabbed a lighter from my jacket. I flicked the lighter until I saw the orange flame, I brought it up to the end of the paper as it made contact. I inhaled deeply before breathing clouds of smoke out. This was my escape. Drugs, alcohol and cigarettes made me feel alive. I forgot about all of my troubles. I was in another world. Even though I was cocky and arrogant, I wasn't very fond of the concept of life. My life was shit. I was a troubled teen with parents that hit me. I never really liked my body, my voice, my personality or anything about myself. I hated myself. Others saw a beutifull girl when they looked at me, I saw a suicidal bitch who was on the edge of reality. I would stand infont of the mirror thinking I was to fat, thinking I was to thin, thinking I was not worth anything. I was a girl with lots of thoughts, bad thoughts. I was suicidal. No one ever knew this because I was always trying to make people laugh and smile. It was my biggest wish to just be dead, i had never got the courage to leave this terrible life i was in, but i got pretty close to it a few times. I would sit in my room, hand full of pills that were ready to be digested whilst i would rethink my whole life.

I stood there smoking weed outside of a random club at the ripe age of 15. I was disgusted with myself, but it was too late to turn back now.

I inhaled into the splif as I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I turned to see who it was. It was a grown man that looked in his late twenties. He was handsome, had dark hair, blue eyes and he was tall. He was a dream. But I didn't know this man.

"What?" I said in a tone as I furrowed my brows. The man smiled before replying.

"I don't think a girl your age should be smokin on that"

"Oh fuck off" I scoffed.

"Don't talk to me like that lil girl." He raised his voice as he pointed his long finger in my face. I was a brave girl, but I hadn't had a man tower over me and shout except my shitty father. I just stood there in shock and slight fear until he said something.

"Now, take that shit out of your mouth." He said as he remover the paper from my lips before throwing it on the floor.

"What the fuck! I paid for that!" I yelled.

"What with your drug money?" He asked whilst giggling.

"Yes, I did, so what!" I pushed him away from me as I made my way inside the club, grabbing the wall for balnce. He followed me inside. I had noticed this, I turned to him as I tripped over my own feet.

"If you want sex or money just say that!" I snapped at him, slightly slurring my words. He didn't take this to kindly. He grabbed my wrist as he pulled me outside. He brought me to his car. It was a pink cadillac. He opened the passenger door before shoving me in. He got into the drivers seat as he started the car.

"You have a major attitude problem, and imma fix it for ya!" I just furrowed my brows and crossed my arms as we drove off. I wasn't too fazed by an unknown man driving me somewhere since I would do anything to be drove somewhere except my 'home'.

We had arrived at a massive building, it was gorgeous. We stepped out of the car, his hand rapped around my arm tightly. I was losing my balance.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"My house" he grunted as he dragged me inside.

"You kidnapping me or what, I don't mind being kidnapped by a rich guy." I said with a flirtatious smile across my smug face. He just rolled his eyes. Once we were inside my jaw dropped, it was beautiful. It was luxurious. It was everything I ever dreamed of. He led me up to his room as he tightly clung onto my hand. I didn't even care that a man much older than me had took me to his house, I had nothing to lose, I didn't care. I was high and drunk, I stumbled up the stairs as he dragged me to his room. My eyes bloodshot red, dress shorter than a belt, liquor spilled down my dress. I was a mess. He placed me on the edge of his large bed, it was cosy and comfy. He stood up infront of me, I looked up to him as I tried to keep my eyelids from closing. The world was spinning, it felt good, the weed was kicking in, I was in heaven. The man saw that I was high, he bent down to my level and tilted my chin up to look at his handsome face.

"How old are ya?" He asked in a demanding tone.

"Th-thifteen" I said.

The man's face dropped.

"Where is ya mother, ya can't be actin' like this at your age." My eyes filled with tears before I could reply.

"She's, sh- I don't know."

"What do ya mean my love?" The man's tone was much softer and welcoming.

"I have foster parents, i- I don't wanna talk about th- this" I said as I was slowly losing consciousness. I had never been this effected by drugs, what was in that weed?, why am I acting like this?. That was the last thoughts I could remember before everything went black.

I opened my eyes, I was in a lavish room, in a luxurious bed, and it was the morning. Where am I?. It took a few seconds for all of my thoughts to come running back to me. I remembered the man that took me here, took me to his house.

"What a fucking creep." I scoffed to myself as I got up. I was still in my party dress from the other night, my breath smelled of alcohol and my clothes smelled of weed. I reached for my bag and grabbed a cigarette. I lit it and inhaled it. All of my stress left my body after I blew out the smoke, it was like an escape. I put my mini bag on my shoulder as I walked down the grand stairs. I was eager to get out, I didn't know why I let a grown man take me to his house, what was I thinking. I opened the door, I was met with a large gust of wind, I ran out into the front garden. I needed to go home, my home. I didn't know where I was but all I saw was a car and a road. I ran up to the pink Cadillac and started the engine. I drove into the road, as I was about to drive off I looked into the mirror just to see that same man shouting for me to come back. I didn't think twice as I sped off.

I had been driving for a good 30 minutes when I found my house, I parked the car outside. I took a moment to think about what had just happened, I basically got kidnapped and I stole a car. I lit a cigarette as I stepped out of the car. I looked at my disgusting house, it was old and broken. Nothing good ever happened here, nothing. I stepped into the small house, it was like walking into hell, again. I quietly kicked off my heels, I wasn't quiet enough. I heard loud steps that gradually made their way towards me. I knew what was coming, I just accepted it. My 'father' walked up to me with anger in his eyes, he was drunk as usual. I looked up to him, all I could see was a burning ball of anger that was ready to be unleashed.

When my 'parents' took me In to 'care' for me they promised to cure my ills, make my frown into a smile. But they didn't and they never will.

He stepped closer to me, he pushed me against the wall,

"Where have you been!?" He yelled. I was confused as to why he was mad about where I was since he never cared what I did. I didn't reply, I just looked up into his empty eyes.

The hell started now.

He grabbed my hair, hit me, slapped me, and even kicked me.

I was on the dusty floor, tears in my eyes, whole body bruised. I was powerless, literally. I was a rotting peice of shit to him and his wife. My vision was blurry and the room was slowly spinning. I watched his large figure walk off like nothing happened.

I layed there for atleast an hour rethinking my whole life, why was I even here?

"I wish I was dead already." I whispered to my self as I slowly got up off the cold floor.

I struggled to gain my balance. I grabbed my cigarettes, my heels and a pain killer. I ran straight out of the door. I got back into the pink cadillac and drove off.

I drove until I got to my local club. Before I got out of the car, I brushed my long blonde hair with my fingers, I opened my handbag. I pulled out red lipstick, I applied it over the large cut on my lips in hopes of hiding it. I fixed my dress and stepped out of the car. I lit a cigarette and placed it in between my red lips. The bruise on my face was obvious, but I didn't know that. I walked into the club. I saw my friends in a big group in the corner, and I walked over to them.

"Hi guy's, hope yall didn't miss me too much!" I said cheerfully. They all looked at me with betrayal in their eyes.

"You left, you said you were gonna go for a smoke and then you left." My freind said in a cold icey tone.

"Oh, I can expla-"

"Just fuck off ya loser." She said as she flipped me off. All of them started hysterically laughing. My face lit up red, I was hurt and embarrassed. The tears in my eyes ran down my face and along the bruise on my cheek. I speed walked away, right into him. The man from last night. He had watched the whole scene play out. He knew that I stole his car but he also knew what I was going through. He instantly hugged me with his large arms. It felt like home. He bent down to whisper,

"They ain't your real friends, come with me, I'll take care of ya." His deep voice sent chills down my spine, but it was comforting and sexy. He walked me out of the club and into his pink Cadillac that I stole. We drove to his house, his mansion.

He brought me inside, the same warmth and comfort filled up inside of me when I felt his large hand rub my back. He walked me up to his room, he took my clothes off and put new, clean ones on. He was so kind when he wanted to be.

"Tell me about yourself darlin'" he said as he sat next to me on the bed. I looked into his loving blue eyes.

"Well my name is Adriana" I said.

"That's beautiful" the man said as he smiled.

"My name is Elvis, Elvis Presley." I smiled and nodded.

"Well I can tell your a troubled teen, I wanna help you, no one your age should be living the life you live." He said in a comforting tone. His face quickly dropped when he looked at my cheek, my bruised cheek. He lifted his hand to touch the bruise. I yelped as I moved his hand away.

"Sorry I didn't mean to hurt ya." Evis said.

"But who did this to you?" My face lit up red in embarrassment.

"Oh I-I just fell"

"Tell me the truth." He said in a slightly demanding voice.

"It was my father" Elvis's eyes were filled with rage.

"Elvis, thankyou for helping me but I really gotta go home now." I said as I attempted to get up but his large hand cupped mine and pulled me back down.

"Ya ain't going back to your home, not with your parents in there." He ran his hands through my hair.

I nodded at his sentence.

This was the second time that I was in Elvis's house. And the last time that I was gonna be in mine.

[isjasz]

HHHDHDHDH okok so literly just found your blog, and i’m going through it and A: giggling sm ur art is so pretty and hello??? what?? how??? like ur art is just 💥💥💥/pos B: the the desert duo,,, i noticed people rant to you about desert duo and instead of ignoring it ur like “omg yes that’s literally them” so auahahhahahaha i’m sooo gonna rant (literally like only a freind and my bf know about life series and the friend doesn’t rember much and my bf is half way though third life so i cant talk about it to them cus i don’t wanna spoil it) SO UH yeah i’m gonna ramble,, hope that’s okay!!:,D

okay i also havent watched limited life but some how have started seceret life so sorry dont know much about limited but i do plan on watching it,

OK SPOILER WARNING THO GUYS IF YOU HAVENT FINISHED LIFE SERIES DONNT READ💥💥

okay okay so i have two ideas of life series desert duo:

my first idea is: it’s just a constant one sided love, when ever grian is falling for scar, scar is oblivious, and when scar is falling for grian, grian is trying his best to ignore scar, and it’s a constant painful dance, because that want to be by eachother, they want each other, they NEED eachother, but it’s just never the right time

my second idea, which i kinda like a bit more: is they’re both extremely toxic for each other, they bring out the worst in each other, but they know that, and they don’t care, infact they promise eachother to be worse around eachother, it’s like there love langue, they could get into fights where they nearly kill each other by the end of them, but then get along five seconds later, they are pure chaos and hell together and they’ve made a promise to never change

tldr; they are extremely codependent and tragic and they mean sm to me they are dead ass my roman empire

uhhhhhdhdhdhdh,,, yeah there’s my rambling for today… i do have more but that’s but all my brain could manage to put into words sorry if there’s any grammar or spelling mistakes, i type fast and i’m also fucking dyslexic soo sorry if there’s any mistakes ‼️:,D

Yeah I try to respond to everything bc I feel bad for not doing so, but please don't take advantage of that or do this too often bc reading this type of long asks is. a lot BDKWJEjeeo /lh

You are so right tho I like both ideas they are just so. They are the worst around each other why are they like this 😭😭😭